A/N Hello! New chapter! Y'all know the drill, I don't own any of these characters except for Sam, Isla, and Chloe. Those three are totally my own OC's. REVIEW!-
Chap 2
Sam's POV
We got out of school, and I hopped into my car. All I could think about was our new Mythology assignment.
It would be so cool if I could meet Percy. I thought. He was my childhood hero. I used to stay up late when I was seven and read a ton of Greek Mythology. Just book after book of Mythology. My mom would come into my room and say, "Πάμε στο κρεβάτι, αγαπούσα ένα." It meant, "Go to bed, loved one." in Greek. She used to tell stories to me about growing up in Greece. My dad finally would come in and tell me I needed to actually go to bed.
"CRAP!" I yelled at my self. I had missed the turn onto my street. I turned around and finally pulled into my house.
"Hey, hon'" my mom called from the kitchen.
"How was your day?"
"It was good. gave us a new assignment," I told her all about it.
"So who do you want to write about?" My mom asked.
"Perseus Jackson," I said.
"You know, he was probably the most famous warrior after Hercules."
"Yeah."
"Well, when is it due?"
"Oh, shoot, it's due tomorrow."
"Then you better get writing' Sammy." She smiled. She had called me Sammy since I was a baby. I ran up to my room to start writing about Percy Jackson and all his glorious accomplishments.
The Next Day….
"Alright, students, would you all please pass your homework up to the front row," said Mr. Riordan. I stayed up late last night scrambling to finish homework for my other classes because I took so much time on this.
"Wow, Sam, I see you took your time writing this. You wrote a whole five pages." He said.
"Heh, yeah, I guess," I said.
"And Isla, you wrote five pages as well? You two might as well go to college for Mythology." Too bad we couldn't, that's the one thing I was most interested in. The lunch bell rang.
"Isla, Sam, Chloe, do you mind staying after class?" Mr. Riordan asked us. I hope he wasn't going to tell us we had written too long of an essay.
"Yes, sir," said Chloe.
"Alright," the rest of the class filed out of the room.
"You three. I see how interested you all are in Greek Myth-"
"Sir? Why am I here? I'm not even that interested," Chloe said.
"Well, I've been watching you three since the beginning of the school year. You all are special. I wasn't sure you were the three that the gods had asked for at the beginning of the year, but I am now." What was he talking about?
"Wait, hold the phone, you've been in contact with the gods? As in Zeus, Hera, et cetera?" I asked. This was so weird, but so cool.
"Yes," Mr. Riordan said.
"So cool," mumbled Isla. Chloe looked like somebody had just pulled a rug out from under her.
"Wait, so that dream…" She trailed off.
"Yes, Chloe, your dream was correct." I looked at Isla, thoroughly confused. Isla looked at me the same way.
"Oh, well, what are we waiting for? We need to get going!" said Chloe. She looked excited. What were they talking about? Where were we going? Riordan said something in Ancient Greek that I didn't quite catch, and waved his hand. In the space where his hand waved, appeared a purple-ish light. Kind of like a cheesy portal from movies.
"What? WHE-" Isla was cut off. We were sucked into the purple light.
There was this weird disembodied feeling from being in the portal. Then I was falling.
"AHHHHH!" Isla was shrieking.
"HELP!" Chloe shouted. I looked down. Below me, was some summer camp. Everyone was wearing orange t-shirts and shorts. Then I realized where we were.
"JASON GRACE! HELP!" I shouted. I saw a blonde boy look up.
"Wha- OH MY GODS!" he jumped up from his table at dinner and flew.
"HELP!" Isla was still screaming. Jason caught her and set her on the ground. Next Chloe, then me.
"Okay, first of all, are you okay? Second, who in Hades are you?" asked a girl with brown hair and kaleidoscope eyes. She had her hair in braids, and a knife in her hand.
An hour later…
"Okay, hold on, so let me get this straight," said the centaur. "You three came from a different time, were shoved through a portal by your English teacher, who said the gods told him of three highschoolers who were 'special', then fell from the sky, into this camp?" the centaur, Chiron, asked.
"Yes, um, sir," said Isla.
"Well, for now, Travis, will you take these three to the Hermes cabin?" asked Chiron.
"Oh Hades no. I am NOT following Travis Stoll," said Chloe.
"Smart," said a boy with black hair and sea-green eyes. That must be Percy Jackson, I thought. I was literally in the same room as my childhood hero. Could this trip to the past get any cooler?
