Hey peeps! Guess what? My Jolly Ranchers are all gone. MAKE A SAD FACE NOW! I DEMAND IT OF YOU! I'm bored. Well guys ima writin' you so read it carefully! DO AS I COMMAD MORTALS!! MWAHAHAHAHA! *runs around room about six times then sits back down as if nothing happened* IM VERY HYPER TODAY GUYS AND I DON'T KNOW WHY! WHOOO HOOOO!!!!
Disclaimer-*holds sword up to Rick's chest* I demand that you give me rights to PJO or I will kill you! *Rick then slaps the sword out of my hand, grabs me by the ear, and puts me in a corner* YOU CAN'T DO THIS JUST BECAUSE I HAVE A LITTLE SUGAR! THIS IS INHUMANE! I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Um……Rick, I have to pee……..
Kiley's POV
God this dude can drone on and on and on! It never stops I swear. And it doesn't help that he lecturing us about ionic bonds and electronegativity and other science stuff that I hate. Science was not my forte. No I was a metal shop, woodshop, P.E. kinnda girl. And damn did I ever show those egotistic guys who's boss. Ha. I remember the time I made Justin cry, it as yesterday. Dodge ball-
"Kiley Jackson, answer the question please." Damn! I wasn't even paying attention! Okay okay, what's going on here. The board says…….yeah I can't read that. Stupid dyslexia. And stupid teacher's handwriting making it harder. What were we talking about before; maybe I can just….yep. I have no clue.
"Potassium Chlorite." Erin "coughed" next to me. I repeated Erin's answer and smiled sweetly like I was an angel. Which was true except no one believed me. Pshhhh, everyone's in denial. The short little man with a bald spot on his head folded his arms glaring at me and my twin.
"Erin Jackson, I head that!" This is so annoying.
"Erin Jackson, I heard that! I'm an annoying Chemistry teacher that still lives in my mother's basement. Bla bla bla!" I said jumping up on my chair and prancing around. Erin shook her head while still being able to look ashamed.
"KILEY! SIT DOWN RIGHT NOW!" I decided I didn't want the call to my parents and sat down slowly. He resumed his lecture, pointing a stick at the board where an atom was drawn.
Erin leaned across the isle when he wasn't looking.
"That guy is worst than mom on her period." I covered my mouth to conceal my laughter.
"No, worst than mom pregnant with DJ!" She corrected and laughed with me quietly. Ah mom. She was a good one, that's for sure. Dad's other half and abuser. So cute. I remember when I was five Erin and I snuck into mom's office and colored all over her new blue prints with our crayon's because it was mothers day and we wanted to give her something. When we gave her our drawings she got a little red in the face then burst into laughter. She made us grilled cheeses and kissed the top of our heads as a thank you for our drawings. We had thought we done something very nice, little did we know that those blue prints were for a presentation the very next day. Sorry mom! I smiled at the thought of my very important and brilliant mother walking into an office full of extremely important people to present blue prints with stick figures holding hands covering the buildings design.
"Excuse me," Someone across from me whispered, it was a new girl I didn't recognize, "But did Mr. Blomberg call you Jackson? As in Percy Jackson, one of the best writers ever!?" I rolled my eyes, not another one of those dorks. She had her blond hair tied in a loose pony tail letting her bangs hang softly on her brow. The makeup she wore made her purple eyes pop and create a beauty trap that could catch any guy. Her tight jeans had holes in the knees and she wore a tight white shirt pushing her figure up. She was extraordinarily beautiful. I wondered how the hell she knew about my fathers books, only dorks read those books. Which was the whole of America, mostly. I rolled my eyes.
"Um, yeah, that's my Dad," I held my hand across the aisle to grab her dainty, little soft one and shook it, "Kiley Jackson. Nice to meet ya. Across from me is my twin Erin. You can meet her after class when the Teach isn't PMS'ing." She smiled a bright white and oh so perfect smile that would have made any guy melt on spot. I was feeling a little out of place.
"Amber Stoll at your service. Bad girl for short." She winked. Me and this girl were gonna get along just fine, I could already tell. As the class wore on Amber and I passed notes illegality. This girl was shaping up to be my best friend, beside Erin of course. But she kept asking random weird stuff like, "This summer. Me and you. Thalia's pine." I assumed she knew my mother and fathers best friend. I would have to ask her how she did later because the bell rang. I forgot I was in the room with either my sister or Amber, I was to busy to get to him.
"God he's beautiful." I whispered when I finally found him. He was standing in his group of friends, standing out. His friends were the oddest of misfits I had ever seen. First you had Den Raney Rodriguez, the jock prep with a nice smile and a lady streak. He had sand brown hair and blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled, which was when ever a "hot chick" walked by. He was the star quarter back, hottest guy in school, and the only guy that could pull off having three girl friends at one time. Chauvinist Pig.
Next you had Ronnie Underwood, a funny short one. But a cute one at that. Not my type but still cute. He had lime green hair that looked like a surfer's hair cut and eyes to match. He was short but compact; he was on the swim team. With me. Ronnie was cool. Me and him were swim buds. That and me and Erin forced him to run with us in the mornings. He preferred to whine the whole time about wanting to work on his new art project. Or play some dorky video game. He was a dork beyond explaining. My home dog.
Moving on to Danny. Danny the Uncanny. Danny was the single most annoying and stupid guy I had ever met in my whole 16 years of living. The guy could stand with these people who are talking about something and ask them a question he had asked and been given the answer to not even five minutes ago. He deserves no explanation.
Next in line you had Trenton Bay. An extremely hot man if I do say so myself, just not as hot as him. He had a silver head of fine hair, cut very short so that it wouldn't fall in his eyes at his Ninjitsu matches and when he shot his 50 caliber Desert Eagle at a target range. He was a violent person. He always wore a lose shirt because he was self-conscious of his fine cut muscles that lined his chest and arms, along with baggy jeans always attained from tackling one or two of his friends in the grass before school. He was very cool. Much cooler than his prep sister Airabella. God I hated that chick. One of Den Raney's many past loves. Moving on.
Two guys left in the circle of men. You have Nate, of whom I lived with. Or rather, he lived with me. Had been living with me since I could retain memory. He was short and odd. With the blackest of black hair and vibrant blue eyes. He was in love with death. It was a skull and cross bone shirt, a skull drawn on the pants leg of his white pants, he even had skull shoes! They were slip ones made to look like skulls anyway. He was a dork. But one of my many friends I loved.
Last you had him. The one guy that held my heart. Now, being what one would call "hot" I had a box full of notes from sleazy, disgusting guys that asked me out all the time (I kept them for the on going competition me and my sister held, who ever got more by the end of the year wins) but he never so much as blushed when he saw me in a wet t-shirt or short shorts or when I flirted with him or……well you get the point. He would always just turn his head and pretend I wasn't there. God, couldn't he see that I loved his stupid ass!? His beautiful hair blacker than night fell over his cobalt eyes and his tight shirt that had the proud logo of his and Trenton's Ninjitsu class on it, this only hinted at his beauty. I have to admit, I loved to catch him when he walked out of the shower, seeing as he lived with me as well, without a shirt on and his hair wet sticking to him. What!? Don't judge me! You know he's sexy!
"Hmmmm, what do we have here?" Someone's fingers brushed my shoulder causing me to flip around to face them. Oh come on, not now! It was Airabella. Trenton's evil sister. Bella for short. Bella Bay. In all her prep glory. Black hair in a curly mess, caressing her perfect face and silver-blue eyes. Her shirt was low cut and designer, both of which loved to promote her boobs and money. Her jeans, again designer, were the skinniest to be found and low cut to expose her butt when she bent over in front of guys. And believe me, she did.
"Spying on my future boyfriend are we?" She said in a tone she would use to get sex out of a guy. Behind her I could see Erin and Amber walking up to us, both of which looked to be frustrated at something.
"Brennion will not nor will he ever be your boyfriend Bella the Bitch." She just loved it when I called her that. So much in fact she smacked me. Big mistake.
"Hey! No one smacks my sister!" I heard before Erin ran in and grabbed Bella by the hair and threw her into a locker. It was amazing. Did I mention that my sister is my hero?
"Oh no you did not!" Bella shot back quickly and punched my sister in the face. Squire on the jaw. Erin blinked a couple times then laughed as a trickle of blood came from the corner of her mouth.
"You call that a punch? Here I'll show you what a punch really feels like." Erin threw her arm and just as it was about to crash into Bella's face Trenton caught her fist. From the side Amber gasped, not at the fact that Erin had been stopped but at who had stopped her.
"Sorry Erin, no matter how annoying she gets, I can't have ya beating on my sister. You understand right?" Erin pulled her fist out of his much larger and calluses garbed one. Grumbling.
"Right now, Bells go away or you'll be hurt by someone much bigger than you-" Bella jumped on my sister. Erin's back slammed into the ground with a loud thud, while Bella sat atop her throwing punches at Erin. I was mind numbingly surprised. I didn't think Bella had that much fight in her, for fear of getting her beautiful clothes dirty. Though Erin wasn't finding that part very interesting at the moment. She, Erin, locked her knees around Bella's tiny hips and rolled her onto her back so she had a turn to throw some punches. And a couple elbows. What can I say? Us Jackson's are dirty fighters. Just ask my mother on bath days, my father never likes to take his baths. So mom gets creative. I was attempting to pull Erin off Bella when they flipped again and a teacher walked down the hall.
"Jackson's, Bay, and everyone else! In my office! NOW!" It just had to be the principle.
"Damn." Brennion whispered behind me. My heart thumped a few extra times. Stupid love. Now is not the time for thinking about these things…..but…….oh god. He's right next to me. And he's smiling. He's actually smiling. At me.
"Jackson," that was directed to me seeing as Brennion and I were the only ones standing in the hall, the others had been filed towards the office by the principle who was glaring at Brennion and I, "I said office. Pronto. Let's go or I'll give you both ISS after your suspension." Sus-what!? Oh damn, mom is not gonna be happy.
I love my father. He's amazing. Absolutely amazing. The office couldn't get a hold of mom because she was in a meeting (my father informed me once he got to the school) so they had to call Percy Jackson. World renown author of the best selling novel, there were about six of them and another one still in progress, called Myth or Truth. Which was about him, mom, our uncle Grover, Aunt Juniper, Thalia, Nico ( I used to call them uncle Nico and Aunt Thalia until I fell in love with Brennion, then it became to awkward) and a couple other of my parents strange yet oddly amusing friends. All of them were like half god and would go all over the place, doing weird stuff, killing monsters-in one book they had to hold the sky up. Extremely dorky but I read them simply because my father wrote them. Anyway, my father is amazing because as soon as he came in the office he did two things. He gave Erin a hug and a kiss (which was custom for the Jackson's) then he turned to the principle, sitting down on this plush sofa that would make a fashion model throw up and said, "So Doc, what's the verdict? They make fun of your woman voice again? Kiley I told you, he is a sensitive person. You have to be nice." I almost died of laughter. Which was not helping my cause.
Mr. Vonvall's eye twitched while he spoke, "I do not have a woman voice. I just have a, sore throat-"
"Yeah, all the time!" Nate said to his group of guys who all burst into laughter. Mr. Vonvall adjusted his glasses, ignoring them, and continued,
"As I was saying Mr. Jackson. Your daughter," He glared at Erin so she stuck her tongue out at him, " Got in a fight in my hall. I will not except this kind of behavior! Your daughters are here by expelled from the Draxon School for the gifted. Their classes will be dropped and they will lose all credits for this school year-"
"Sorry I'm late, I had to-Erin why are you bleeding!?" My mother said. I turned and saw her standing in the doorway, her hand on the door knob. I threw my hand in the air with a smile.
"Hey mom! Erin beat Bella up and Bella beat Erin up so we had to come the Mr. Woman Voice-I mean Mr. Vonvall's office and he just told dad that we are being expelled. Isn't that great!? No more school! Whoo hooo," Now that I think about it, "Grandma is gonna kill us."
"Not before I kill this Vonvall-" My mother started then was silenced the moment my father covered her mouth and sat her down forcibly.
"Kids wait outside, let the adults talk a while would ya?" My dad jerked his head towards the door which was saying, "Leave before your mother does something very bad."
We sat in the parlor right outside the door. Erin sat next to me, or rather, laid. She draped her legs across my thighs and laid her head on Amber's thigh ever though she had just met Amber. Amber didn't look afraid, she was actually staring at Erin's hair like she really really wanted to touch it. One thing about my sister, she never was one for bashfulness. Bella sat next to her brother, both of them whispering to each other. I watched the blood trickle down the side of her head where Erin had thrown her into a locker. Brennion, my sexy cookie (don't ask) was sitting next to his posse, talking to his brother about how when we got home (we because he lived with me) we were going to do "ninja stuff". But I knew what that meant. Another order to fill. I sighed. I really just wanted to be with Mom and Dada and little DJ today. Damn it. I smacked Erin's leg.
"Erin, well hang on," I turned to Brennion, "Hey Bren did you say we have ninja stuff to do today? As in ninja stuff?" He nodded.
"Okay yep, we have another one." She groaned and closed her eyes again. Amber, who was still acting as Erin's pillow, looked at us funny. I ignored it. As did my sister and Brennion. How would you explain that you kill people for a living? That you kill people that are half god for money? You can't explain that. You can't explain the whole thing in the short amount of time we had, maybe some other time. Its so hard to explain why we kill them is because half bloods are evil and want to kill humans like my mom and dad because they aren't half bloods. How would you explain that?
"Okay guys, lets go get ice cream to celebrate your non-expulsion!" My mother said walking out of the office with her arm around my fathers waist. That's my q.
OMG! Kiley and Erin kill half bloods? Yep. Who's gonna kill me first? Back off! Ill destroy you!