Hi. This is a short filler chapter so this will be a short filler AN.
Disclaimer: We don't own PJO. I don't even own the laptop I'm using to write this...
Chapter 3
Day 2
"Hazel, of course I will wear this new tunic I had no say in making, of course,"Sofie said, her stained tunic already over her head.
"Yes, you will," Piper said, giving her a look.
"Isn't that what I just said?" Sofie asked innocently, yet reluctantly pulling the blue, stained tunic off her body.
"No belts, ladies... Or should I say gentlemen?" Sofie said, emphasizing 'gentlemen', "We're not girls anymore..."
"Thanks for going there, Sofie," Piper snapped, yet reluctantly putting her length of rope that barely passed for a belt away.
"Now let's hurry up," Annabeth said, trying to pull Sofie out the door as if she were a young child.
"One, I am not a little kid, I DON'T need to hold your hand. Two, we need boy names because a boy named Annabeth is not very convincing," Sofie stated, melting out of Annabeth's grip.
"Oh! Of course! How could I forget something like that!" Annabeth exclaimed, then holding up her hand that was gripping Sofie with an expression like how did she get away?
"You forgot because you never had to live as a boy. My name was Soren, when I was with the monks," Sofie said, a proud expression on her face.
"I'll be... Hector..." Hazel decided, pulling on her borrowed (not really) boy sandals.
"I'll be Andrew," Annabeth decided, shoving the helmet on her head.
"Marcus, I choose you!" Monica shouts, proving Sofie's claim that she was almost as crazy as herself.
"Okay... And I'll be... Philip..." Piper chose, attempting to pat down Sofie's wild hair.
"Now, let's go!" Sofie shouted, charging out the door, Monica in tow.
"We better follow them," Hazel said. She seemed to be the only sane 13 year old in sight.
"Can. This. Line. Be. Any. Slower?!" Sofie exclaimed, yanking the ends of her short hair in mock exasperation.
"Yes, you could be shoved to the back," Monica said, attempting to shove Sofie. It only resulted in her arm getting grabbed and being pulled off balance into Sofie's knee.
"Ow," Monica complained, nonchalantly tugging on a loose string from her tunic, "I keep forgetting your fighting style is very different and that you have a lot of experience in hand-to-hand combat,"
"G- Boys... Just stop," Annabeth scolds, shoving Monica in a playful, boyish manner.
"Yes, mother," Sofie and Monica sneered, their words dripping in sarcasm.
Annabeth nodded at the two in a subtle 'good job' way. "I can't wait to start fighting," she stated loudly. "Can the people at the front go any faster?"
The boy in front of them in line turned to look at them at curiously. "Who are you? I haven't seen you before."
"We're new," Annabeth interjected quickly before anyone else could say something too weird to be boyish. "I'm Andrew."
"Philip."
"Marcus."
"Hector."
"Soren." Sofie managed to sound sane. Annabeth took a deep breath of relief, but then almost choked when she added: "And blood is the coolest color when it dries, don't you agree?"
"... I guess... I haven't had much experience with dried blood... Have you?" The boy said. "I'm Peter, by the way,"
"Yeah... These idiots," Sofie said, indicating towards the others, "Can't always block a sword... It's actually very sad,"
"Says you!" Monica defended, "You can't even hold a dagger right!"
"Well, that's because I never got dagger training until recently. However... I know how to maneuver weapons you never even knew existed!" Sofie retorted, and Monica's face distorted with the memories of those said weapons.
"Right... Those are scary looking..." Monica grumbled.
"Girls! Look in front of you!" Piper scolded
"You... Just called them girls," Peter said.
"Uh... It's because they're acting like girls..." Piper responded, slightly embarrassed at her slip of the tongue.
"Hey!" Monica and Sofie shouted, indignant, attempting to hold up the façade of being boys.
"Anyways, time to sign up," Piper said, Annabeth and Hazel already out of line.
"Right..." Sofie said, walking up to the scribe.
"Name," The scribe drawled, obviously bored.
"Soren Milos," Sofie said, no stutter in her words, as if she was practiced in saying that name.
"Good," The scribe drawled, turning to Monica, "Name,"
"M-Marcus Paros," Monica said, slight stutter, as if trying out a new name for the first time.
"Fine," The scribe said, in a very monotone voice, "Name,"
"Philip McLean," Piper said, suddenly remembering that Sofie Milos had actually been Soren Milos for about 6 years.
"Good," The scribe said, completely ignoring her afterwards. Turning to Peter, "Name,"
"Let's go. We have to practice, the competition is tomorrow," Hazel said, leading the girls back to Mali's house.
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