Hey guy, yeah I'm not surprised if I lost you as a reviewer and reader. I'm so sorry. I've been busy with school and all that "fun" stuff. But since I've not updated in like months I'll write my first disclaimer! Yeah, I know I should've written one ages ago. On the other hand I thought they were really dumb. I'm also confusing, so bear with me. This disclaimer goes out to a friend of mine on my soccer team, history, math, and tech Ed. Percyluver25 is also going to be in this disclaimer.
Disclaimer:
Ana- "Guess what day is it today?"
Amy- "Is it every day?"
Apple- "No, silly Amy it's Thursday, duh"
Amy- "Uh okay?"
Ana- "Gosh Amy you always gets this wrong!" (Walks away)
Apple- "Don't worry about it."
Amy- "I'm not. But Ana keeps saying that to me though."
Apple- "I know right! She always does that to me too. Hey, by the way you know you're writing a story to go on Fanfiction right?"
Amy- "Yeah I know I have to stop talking. You know I don't own PJO right." (Ana walks back into the scene)
Ana- "OMG, YOU DON'T?"
That's that disclaimer. This is what happened. Well, sort of.
"Ugh, my feet are killing me," complained Jay, the Demeter child.
"Don't you dare sit down on that rock!" yelled Sarah. As she rushed over to push Jay off, instead she planted her ass on the rock.
"Wow your both pretty fat anyway. I mean who would wear that shirt with those pants?" Anna told Jay and Sarah off.
Cedric, Owen, Daniel, and I just stared at all three of them. We knew Sarah wasn't much of a sports person. I mean unless using an arrow and bows 24/7. But other than that she doesn't do much. As for Jay, she wasn't athletic at all. Most Demeter kids aren't that's at least what I heard. Being at camp for two or three weeks taught me a lot. Anna was athletic and smart, since she was the daughter of Athena. Only one thing she really popular and acts like the fashion police.
Personally, I'm jealous of all of them. Jay having plant powers that stays alive. If I'm in hundred yard radius of a plant it dies before my eyes. Shooting arrows and landing bull's eye all the time for Sarah's power. Last time I was doing archery. I missed. Then I missed again. The third try I shoot it right into my instructor's foot. The worst part was that she was standing behind me when this happened. I'm still not sure if I'm jealous of Anna's style or just being the daughter of Athena. Owen is so funny but crazy at the same time. Owen just too athletic though. He's ready to run a 5K at any hour of the day. Then there's the Zeus kid, Daniel. I would love to be the daughter of Zeus. I mean he's the king of the gods. Nobody really cares about the Poseidon children. Also I heard that Zeus's kids have the best power out of all the rest of the gods and goddess. On the other hand, Daniel said he wasn't Zeus's anyway. Lastly, then there was Cedric. I don't think I was jealous of Cedric. What was to be jealous about? Cedric was tall with dirty-blonde hair. The way Cedric talks, acts, and his eyes just drive me insane. Unfortunately, Cedric is one of the hottest guys at camp. I would be fighting every girl that liked him, which was a lot.
We tried to keep walking but Jay and Sarah had other plans. In other words, we had to start camp there. We didn't even know where we were.
"Okay we're lost," Daniel signed, "Just great what else could go wrong!" At that moment, it started to rain randomly. I mean down pour.
"Hey, Air Head, you could've waited to say that. I don'tâmaybe when we had some shelter!" yelled Owen at Daniel.
"Would you both just shut up?" Cedric asked both of them, "Let's find a cave or something for now.
When it stops we'll go find some shelter."
It took a few minutes to find something we can hide from the rain in. We darted towards the cave doors. In the cave, it had holographic on the walls.
"Hey!" Daniel yelled. His voice echoed through the cave.
"There're two guys, four girls, and a two year-old." Owen started at Daniel.
Maybe it was just me or it was way to quiet. I was just waiting until something bad happened. I sat on the cold, hard floor of the cave. I don't really know how or why the cave seemed colder than outside. I couldn't wait to start my journey again. It seemed like hours past until the rain stopped. Half of us were asleep when it stopped; so we just stayed there.
"OWWW!" I yelped.
"Shhhhhh, everyone is sleeping."
"Owen?"
"No, Cedric."
At that note I got straight up. I got up so fast I slipped on some frozen ice in the cave.
"Careful," Cedric told me.
"Thanks." Inside I was thinking Holy shitters he's hanging out with me.
"I've got to teach you a few things before you go kill yourself."
"Gee thanks a lot." I spoke. I could feel my face getting hotter. I seriously hope that I don't act like a fool in front of him. Oh gosh, I think I have butterflies. Tons of thoughts went flying through my head.
I followed Cedric out of the cave. It was hard to see, with all the mist covering everywhere. Cedric turned towards me.
"Well?" Cedric asked.
I gave an empty stare back to him.
"Oh right, you don't know English."
"Yeah I do."
"Then you should understand the word 'well'."
"I do understand it. I just don't understand what you're asking."
"Oh yeah," He thought about it for a few seconds, "Are you going to clear the mist so we can battle?"
"Battle? I can't do that, can I?"
"Yeah battle, for a pretty girl like you seem really stupid."
"Hey!"
"Hey, I'm Cedric by the way. Just in case you didn't know. Unless, you're talking about hay for horses then I don't have any. Sorry."
"I thought Hermes's kids were the jokesters. I guess not."
"Wow, Emma you got to chill sometimes."
"I'm fine thank you very much."
"Really," Cedric wondered.
He moved closer to me. Our chests were so close. I could hear his soft breathing. I felt like his beating eyes were looking at me; like waiting for me to make a move. The last time I kissed someone was like I was fifteen. I was in ninth grade, a boy named Troy Chance. It wasn't a real relationship. Troy was popular and cool and then there was me. Troy hit on all the popular girls on school. If you weren't popular then you weren't worth it. At my regular school, I guess you could say I was popular. They acted like I was friends with them.
It started like this; all the cool kids got invited to this party. To be exact a girl named, Martha Badgers, she lives in a huge house. Her father buys her anything she wants, or that her meaty fingers can grab on to. She hosted a party, I mean everyone went that she invited. Martha wasn't popular at all. I think she was trying to 'buy popularity'. It didn't work though. I wouldn't say Martha was ugly but she was definitely rounder than popular's standards are.
In my school to be popular, you had to have the body. The weight of the popular's. You had to have a talent. I should explain it more shouldn't I? All the popular's girls were skinny as a pencil. We all did a sport. We never ate any greasy fat foods like pizza, French fries, or fried dough. Deep down I knew all the populars had greasy in their system. All the popular girls, weight about the same. Having the same the weight of someone shorter than you is scary; just the thought of that was too much. All of us weighted between 81-89lbs. It didn't matter how tall or short you were you had to weight between that much.
Every time, I sat at that table people would be counting their calories in-take. Of course I didn't do any of that stuff. I am only 5 feet tall weighing about 76-79lbs depending on what I eat. Yeah I know it makes me anorexic. Actually, I'm not. That's why I fit in with the populars so well. I was skinny as a piece of paper. All of them were like "Omg, you're so lucky." or "How did you do it?" or even "Can you give me tips on being anorexic?" See, I'm not really anorexic, I'm a vegan. I don't eat or drink meat, milk, eggs, or fish. Yeah it's a poor choice for a person who's underweight. I think I started being a vegan, since my mother left rotting meat in the refrigerator. It smelled so bad. We lived in an apartment then. It stunk up the whole entire apartment building.
I felt bad for the people that the popular's would call "fat". Martha fell in that category. I didn't why we even went to her house for a party. Maybe it was because she was rich or we all loved to party. All the "cool" kids went to the party. I got tricked into going. I never said I was going. It happened like this:
Troy said to me, "Hey, Emma!"
I smiled.
"Are you new something? I never seem you before."
I rolled my eyes.
"Hey you know what it's kind of crowed in here. Want to go outside?" He let out his hand so he could walk me out.
Something like intuition or density; told me to follow him. I had to agree the music was blasting inside. There we were, standing on the balcony.
"So, how is it going?" he voice became sweeter and calmer.
"Nothing really, you?"
"I'm good but it just got better." He told me trying to grab my hand.
I looked away, saw the pool underneath us. I say, "Aren't you going out with Ashley?"
"Yeah, but she's not here. I'll break up with her right now, if you like. Here I'll text her right now."
This is what I thought just then. Why is he breaking up with Ashley just to talk to me?
"Okay, it's done. I'm official single."
"That's great but I have to go."
"Wait, before you go I need two things from you."
Just then and there, Troy kissed me. It wasn't what I thought a "first kiss" would feel like.
"Wow, you're way better than Ashley. It's like you were born to make out with hot guys." He leaned more.
I stepped away. Ready to run out. He caught my hand as I tried to leave.
"Wait, I need your number."
"Ummmmm," I tell him anyway.
Then that was it, I was gone. He kept calling my cell phone like we went out before or we were going out. I'm sixteen and he still calls. Back to the story I was telling before I got side tracked.
Cedric leaned in. One thing lead to another. That's until Owen woke up and saw us.
"What the hell man? I told you that she was off limits," Owen yelled at Cedric throwing his hands in the air.
"What! You never said that!"
I stepped away from Cedric. I was speechless. I could've sworn that Owen was asleep. I mean we didn't make that much noise did we?
"Well, now I said it."
"Yeah, afterward," Cedric huffed.
"Now, you're going to pay."
"I'm so scared." Cedric smirked. He took out his dagger from his pocket.
"You should be. I've never won a battle against you or anything; but that doesn't matter." Owen took out his sword.
Clash! Clash! Sparks went flying at contact. Every time the weapons meet it sent shivers up and down my spine. That's until Owen's sword went flying out of his hand. Cedric raised his dagger to Owen's throat.
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