Chapter 8
A/N: So.. I have author's block. Feel free to throw fruit.
~I'm just a line breaker, don't mind me...~
Percy and Annabeth sat, hand in hand on the canoe dock, feet dangling in the water.
"So," Percy began, "are you excited for your parents to leave?"
Annabeth shrugged, "I guess. Yeah, we've gotten closer, but I want to go back to normal."
He nodded understandably, "That makes sense. I love my mom, and Paul's cool, but, like you said; I want to go back to normal."
~I'm just a line breaker, don't mind me...~
"Chris, why won't you meet Jillian? She's a lovely young lady!" Mrs. Rodriguez asked, exasperated.
Chris Rodriguez ran his hand through his hair, "Mom... I'm dating Clarisse. You know that."
"But you could do so much better!" She cried.
Her son turned on her, "Excuse me? Clarisse is perfect. There's no way I could do better than her."
Little did Chris know, his girlfriend was sitting behind the tree next to the Hermes cabin, listening to the conversation. She smiled when Chris called her perfect, happy that Chris didn't want to meet 'Jillian.'
Alisa Rodriguez sighed, "Honey... Why do you like her? She's not nice, or pretty..."
Chris glared at his mother, "Mom. I love her. She's incredible, and gorgeous, and if you don't except that, I don't care."
Chris stormed out, running into his girlfriend,
"OMPH."
Clarisse wrapped her arms around him, "I heard what you said. Thank you."
He kissed her gently, "It's all true. I meant every word of it."
~I'm just a line breaker, don't mind me...~
Rachel Elizabeth Dare stood in her cave, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Her parents were driving her up the wall. All day, they'd been pressuring her to recite a prophecy, not understanding how awful the process was.
Once she'd felt the spirit come over her in class at Clarion Lady's Academy.
(FLASHBACK)
They were going over the start of World War 1, focusing on the assassination of Arch Duke Francis Ferdinand.
Rachel felt the familiar nauseous feeling come over her, her vision fogging up, the room spinning. She raised her hand,
"Mr. Young?"
The gray haired history teacher looked up from his laptop, raising an eyebrow, "Yes, Miss Dare?"
Rachel could barely make out the person in front of her, "I think... I think I'm going to be sick... Can I go to the restroom?"
Mr. Young nodded quickly, "Please, go."
She clasped her hand over her mouth, feeling the spirit of Delphi stirring inside her, running out of the room, and into the bathroom.
Rachel ran into a stall, locking the door, and sliding down to the floor. That was when she blacked out.
She woke up, sweating heavily, and feeling clammy. This was the second time she'd ever had a prophecy, and she was completely alone.
Fumbling with her pocket, she slid out her phone, clumsily typing in the passcode. She tapped the contact she was looking for, and held the phone to her ear.
"Rachel?"
She sighed in relief, "Annabeth. I just recited a prophecy, and I'm in the bathroom, and I'm.. I'm scared."
Annabeth's voice was calm and soothing, "Relax. Take a Tylenol, and breathe. Go to the nurses' office, and tell her you threw up. You're going to be just fine. Did anyone see?"
"No. I ran into the bathroom. I wish I was at Camp..."
Annabeth exhaled, "I know. I wish you were at Camp. I assume you don't know what you said?"
Breathing still labored, I said, "No idea. I'm going to go to the nurse. Thanks."
"No problem. Call me later, okay Rachel?"
"I will. Bye."
"Bye."
Rachel tapped the "End Call" button, and slid her phone back into her pocket, walking out of the stall, and up to the mirror. She looked awful. Her face was pale, and her eyes looked hollow. Her hair was all over the place, and she felt even worse than she looked.
Rachel pulled her hair into a ponytail, and walked over to the classroom, cracking the door,
"Mr. Young?"
Said teacher look at her questioningly.
"Can I go to the nurse?"
The teacher nodded, "Go ahead."
Rachel walked slowly to the nurses' office, the room still spinning slightly.
(END OF FLASHBACK)
That had been an awful day. Rachel collapsed on her bed, knowing that her parents would find her soon.
A chime sounded, signaling that someone was approaching her cave. She considered activating the high security- then her parent's would never get it. As good as this option sounded, Rachel thought better of it.
She'd have to come out sometime, and either her father, or Chiron would be punishing her. She was more scared of a punishment Chiron came up with.
She pressed the purple button on the wall, turning off the chime, and unlocking the door. Mrs. Dare pushed her way inside, her very high heels clicking on the stone floor.
"Rachel, dear, this place is atrocious. A cave? Why?"
The Oracle shrugged, "Apollo came up with the idea."
Her father's face was priceless, "You've... You've met Apollo?"
She nodded, "Yeah. He's cool, when he's not trying to write haikus."
Mrs. Dare plastered on a fake smile, "Dearie, why won't you show us your powers?"
She sighed, "It's not that easy, Mother. It's more like the spirit attacks me. I can't control it, and it's not a pleasant experience."
The Dare parents silently walked out of Rachel's cave, sensing their daughter's growing annoyance.
~I'm just a line breaker, don't mind me...~
"Has anyone seen my hairbrush?" Karen Chase shouted over all of the noise.
Sally nodded, yelling back, "It's on the nightstand over there!"
It was the day before the mortals would leave, and cabin three, was in chaos. Bobby and Matthew were running in and out of the cabin, trying to find their many, misplaced possessions.
~I'm just a line breaker, don't mind me...~
"So.." Thalia began, "Are you ready for the mortals to leave?"
Nico chuckled, "Oh gods, yes. They keep asking me to summon the dead."
"I wish my mom was alive. I mean, sure, she was drunk all the time, but she was still my mother."
Nico grabbed her hand, "I know... Same here, but mostly, I wish Bianca was still alive."
Thalia leaned her head on his shoulder, "This sucks."
A/N: So.. Yeah. Next chapter is the last chapter... ALSO DEMIGOD DIARIES COMES OUT IN FOUR DAYS! I GOT MINE PRE-ORDERED A MONTH AGO:)
YAYYYYY
PEACE, LOVE AND PERCY JACKSON,
LEXIA