Chapter 4

Let's see what's worse; living with snotty grandparents and getting homework and a pop quiz on something you know nothing about, or being dead. Hmm, death's looking pretty good right now. Don't worry, I love life, but it can get annoying sometimes.

Amelia and I walked out of Mrs. Lobelia's class, I don't really like her right now.

"Bye honey, hope you have a good day!" She says to me.

"Who does she think I am, a baby?" I ask Amelia, she seems to be looking at that boy again. I snap my fingers in front of her face. "Hey! Amelia! Yoo hoo! Why do you keep looking at that same boy?"

"I knew this was a bad idea...I knew it," she whispers to herself.

"Knew what was a bad idea? What's going on?" She doesn't answer me, she just turns and walks the other way, away from the weird boy.

"Come on," she tells me, "I know a different way to class." Well that's confusing. Our next class is science, bleh. I'm more of a social studies kind of person. I like learning about people dying and stuff like that for some reason.

I follow her down a different hallway. We turn a corner and walk straight. There is no one but Amelia and myself. All of a sudden the weird looking boy steps out in front of us.

"Hello." he says, "My name is Empy." I look at him astounded. Amelia's eyes are closed and is shaking.

"No one cares what your name is, I don't even know you."

"Ah, but I know you," he chuckles. I gape at Empy in disbelief.

"How? And Empy is a weird name." Suits a weird person I guess. I grab hold of Amelia's hand and turn around, turning my back to Empy. He starts to follow us.

"GO AWAY! We're trying to get to class!" I hollered. This kid was starting to bug me.

"Oh, you can't go. Your coming with me!" I turn around and ball up my fist, ready for a punch. I take a swing and he grabs my balled up fist, and gives me a wry smile. He pushes my arm back in an uncomfortable position.

"That wasn't very smart, Olivia Grace Royal." Then the weirdest thing happens, he starts changing, from a dude with multicolored hair and unusual eyes to this bloody thing.

"Ah! What are you!" Amelia pushes me out of the way and draws a sword. Whoa! Where was she keeping that? Why did she have a sword with her?

"Ugh! Empousa!" Amelia grunts. Empy, or the empousa, as she called it, charged at her with his fangs barred. Amelia ducks and swings her sword, barely missing his, or it's, head. She falls to the ground and her sword clangs to the ground. The emphousia pounces on her, pinning her to the floor. I call for help, but no one comes running to the rescue. The halls are totally abandoned.

I decide to try something heroic and grab the sword.

"Get back you bloody, monster, thing!" I charged it. It got off of Amelia and stood up. I swung the sword and it dogged, I swung again and guess what, it dogged. I guess those five years of fencing didn't help much.

Amelia stood up and grabbed the sword and tried to swing, but the emphousia took his claws and scratched her face.

"Agh!" There was a big red gash on her cheek dripping blood. That's when I got really angry. I turned to that emphousia and gave it the most horrible stare I could make. And to tell you the truth, I didn't expect it to do anything, but after a few seconds the emphousia exploded. It actually exploded, in to a big blackish ball of fire and dust. Then everything just evaporated, like it was never there.

Amelia stared at me and grabbed me hand. "We need to go."

"Where?" I've had a pretty weird day but everything was about to get weirder.

"Uh, to Camp Half-Blood." What we're going to camp? But that's a summer thing. "I'm sorry no time to explain." She runs to the window and opens it. I follow her, completely confused.

"Get onto my back and hang on!" I looked at her dumbfounded.

"Why? What are you going to do? And what kind of camp is Cap Half-Blood. Is it where you make macaroni art?"

"No, but I'll explain everything on the way there. Now do what I said and hold on!" It seemed ridiculous but I did it. And what does she do, she jumps.

"Aah, we're going to die!" But Amelia seems perfectly calm. It's raining so I see anything while we're, me on Amelia's back, are freefalling from the school window. At least I wont be able to see when we splat, like in 5th grade in social studies. We watched a video of the 9/11 attack, and everyone either burned or jumped out the window and went splat.

"Goodbye cruel world!" I yell almost laughing. This was kind of fun, but just as the fun turned into horror and we barely touch the asphalt, we start soaring higher and higher. Whoa! So I'm not going to die after all! Yay me! I look up and, I can't believe what I see.

Amelia is flying.