Lou Ellen Blackstone

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It was a lovely day. The best type of weather. Apollo was driving his chariot across the sky with not a hint of either Poseidon or Zeus's rage. It was a pity she had to spend it cooped up in a stuffy classroom with closed windows and a closed door.

At least her classmates provided her with a source of humor. She liked Alex the best, mainly because he had a good sense of humor. And he was obsessed with Japan, and kept talking to her in Japanese. She really wasn't sure whether he was insulting her or complimenting her.

She shrugged, turning, or trying to turn, her attention back to the teacher. She was explaining something about triangles and geometry. What was the name for it? She swiftly racked her brain, and the answer lit up in her mind like a neon sign flashing in a dark night. Oh yeah, trigonometry.

It was boring as Hades.

But still, she tried to keep some amount of attention, and failed. Horribly. She ran her hands through her hair, sighing deeply and rubbed her eyes, closing them briefly and resting her head on the cool desk, trying to stop the incoming headache in its tracks and cursing softly underneath her breath as it hit her like a train at full speed. Dyslexia, ADHD and trying to pay attention did not mix well.

"Ms. Blackstone," asked the teacher, Mrs. Smith, and she raised her head. Ooh, surnames, she was in trouble. "Can you please tell me the answer to the problem written on the board?"

What problem? Her eyes fell on the board, and she squinted trying to read it.

"What is the period of the trigonometric function given by f(x) = 2 sin(5 x)?" she read aloud, trying to process the letters and the numbers. She didn't know!

'Athena help me,' she prayed in her head.

She then saw that it was a multiple choice question. Maybe she would be saved. 'B)' seemed like a good idea. She voiced her answer aloud, and inwardly screamed with glee when it was right. Mrs. Smith pursed her lips and turned back to the board. She smiled relieved, and sat back down.

A note fluttered on her desk. Curiosity flooding her, she caught it before it could fly away, opening it, careful to hide it from the sight of everyone.

"Good save, Lou," she whispered, under her breath. Turning it over, she saw the name of Alex. She looked up, catching his eye and smiled.

Resting her head on the desk again, she closed her eyes, thinking about some stuff.

Her powers had been growing weaker, weaker than they had ever been before. Her control over the mist was gone, but that was to be expected, since the Mist was gone. Disappeared into thin air. It had hided them for centuries, for millennia, and now, in the flash of a sword, it was gone. In a spray of blood flying through the bloody soil of Camp Half-Blood.

Her mother was weak and injured, the stab-wound not being healed by any of Apollo or Asclepius. She had not been able to see or talk with her mother after the battle, but still, she held on to a hope that she would appear in one of her dreams and say that she was okay, and that the world was going to be alright.

A hatred of Gaea flared up in her again, making her blood boil and wish to go kill her and chop her into tiny pieces so that she would never be able to take physical form again. Then, her thought went back to Kronos and Luke and she winced. Maybe, that was not such a good idea.

Her mind remembered that horrific hour in which the mortals panicked and cursed them, claiming their words were lies. How Percy had told her to give up the mist, and took responsibility for all of it. He had done the right thing, for if her mother was forced to persevere, she surely would have faded.

Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. The kid was a good hero, a good leader, a good person in general. He did not have a bad record, unlike her. Images of the Titan War and time spent on the Princess Andromeda flashed in front of her closed eyes. He was responsible, even with his somewhat goofy personality. She kind of liked him, despite what her brother thought. Or used to think, she thought, he might be dead by now. And again, she was glad that her mother had accepted the Olympians' deal, because she had seen the kid in action, and did not want to fight against him. She liked to live, thank you very much.

Well, mist control was mostly done by the demigods from both the camps. An old hatred for the Olympians rose in her again, but she squashed it down. The Titan War was over, and she was not foolish enough to continue to rebel. She was happy. Her mother was accepted. She repeated the mantra over and over again, and soon her temper subsided.

The loud ringing of the bell interrupted her thoughts, and she raised her head, a smile on her face. The lunch bell. She, along with the rest of the class quickly rushed out of the classroom and into the crowded corridors, bustling even if it had been seconds after the bell.

She made her way through the masses, still lost in her daydreams. Bumping into someone anchored her back into reality.

"Hey, watch it!" they said, and she prepared herself for a long encounter.

Leah Davis with her sunny blonde hair and her icy blue eyes was the stereotypical mean girl, except she was not. Now, Lou tried to maintain a civil attitude with most of the students, but for some reason, Leah always made her mad. Maybe because of the way she shunned her, and few rebelled against her.

"Sorry," she muttered, and tried to go forward, but her blocked by the taller girl.

"Oh, you're Blackstone, aren't you?" she asked, a malicious grin on her face. She knew what would come next, probably some degrading comment. She had to do something. A wicked idea formed in her mind, and the corners of her lips turned up.

"Yeah," she said, still trying to avoid confrontation, trying to make herself look and sound gloomy, but the smile on her face as well as her voice persisted.

"What're you smilin' at?" she asked, sharply.

"Oh, nothing," she said, sounding as innocent as innocent could be. "Just at the sight of your ugly face."

Now, that was an unjustified comment. You see, Leah wasn't the type of mean girl who just caked a lot of makeup onto her face, and thought herself pretty. Leah was genuine in her appearance and personality, and maybe that was the reason for her popularity, instead of fear. She was kind of the queen of the school, and she treated her subjects with kindness, except for people who she thought had something off. And Lou certainly raised all red flags for her.

Maybe, in another universe, she would not have disliked her.

But in this, she did.

Not really.

It was just that the paranoia that she held for her that got her so mad. Maybe, because for once, she wanted to be normal.

But those were thoughts that she could never reveal to anyone.

So, she smiled crazily, a quirky, weird girl from the outside.

Leah's face turned red with anger and embarrassment equally, she presumed, and she said to her lowly, "Take that back."

At this point, the people in the hallway had started gathering in a circle around them. Some were scared, some excited, some disappointed and some neutral. She did not know how many supported her, but she knew that they were few in number.

She pretended to think it over, and then shook her head. "Nah."

"Why not?" Leah seemed genuinely confused, and Lou felt a little regret, but she quickly brushed that aside. She had a wacky plan to set in motion, and there was no time to waste.

"Because," she said, pausing for dramatic effect. "I'm a WIZARD!"

She spun on the spot, and stopped, one hand formed into a fist and raised in the air and a face-splitting grin on her face.

It did not garner the reactions she had expected. Some looked at her like she was joking, some laughed and some just stood there, confused. "Don't you mean witch!" cried out one person, and she turned in the direction of that voice. "You know, since you're a girl and all?"

She blushed furiously, but acted cool. "Details, details," she said, acting aloof and as if she did not care about her slip-up. "Wizard, witch, whatever."

"Like Harry Potter?" yelled another person.

She turned to him. "Exactly!" she exclaimed, a huge, face-splitting grin on her face as she pointed a finger at the person, glad that someone had caught on to her idea. "I can do," she paused for dramatic effect, wiggling her fingers, "magic."

"Oh yeah!" exclaimed another person, and a quick scan revealed it to be May, a girl one year senior of her. "Prove it!"

That was a dilemma. What could she do? Mist control was out of the question. Illusions, she could create some weak, teeny weeny ones, but she guessed that would be enough. And conjuring and transfiguring and charming was something that she excelled at. She shoved her hand into her jacket pocket, her fingers grasping her pen. With a smirk, she cast a weak illusion to make it seem like a wand. Normally, she would not need anything to perform magic, but they did not need to know that. Let them underestimate her, better for everyone that way.

People had started to whisper when with a proud smile, she flourished her pen, disguised as a piece of wood that could apparently 'perform' magic. People oohed, while some scoffed, but she didn't care anyways. She was finally going to bust out of here. (Never mind the part of her that regretted leaving the few friends she had made without saying goodbye.)

"What're you gonna do with that?" asked Leah, leaning slightly away from the pen.

"Just you wait~," she sing-songed, a huge, face-splitting grin on her face.

And she pumped it up in the sky, and performed a basic fog spell, easy to do, and did not use much of her power. The kids (they were more like teens, but still) got confused, and in the pandemonium, she ran out, her footsteps thumping against the ground.

She let out a wild laugh, and it rang through the air. She was done with school. Some may think for good, but those kids hadn't yet seen the last of her. Or maybe, she could enroll in another school.

She set out in search for the same.

Imagine her surprise when she met Percy Jackson, and the Stoll brothers at another school. For some reason, they ran away from her.

She turned to the mortals, and finger-gunned them. "So, hey there, hola, bonjour, and all that," she said, waving earnestly. "I'm Lou Ellen Blackstone. See ya!"

And then she turned tail and ran after them, her hair flowing behind her.

I could try to make up and excuse, but I won't.

Bye guys, and hopefully you won't have to wait two-three months more for the next chapter.