First off, I want to thank everyone for the feedback! The most I've ever gotten for a first chapter! So, I decided to write faster than I planned to. So, enjoy!
Also, a bunch of people were asking how is Percy going to come in, or when is he coming in. Although you don't meet him for a couple of chapters, he will be in this chapter. You'll see!
I swung open the brown door into our apartment. "We're home!" I exclaimed once we got through the door.
The next thing I saw was a bit of a blur. Before I knew it, Layla and I were pressed together by none other than my mother, holding us tight, "I'm so glad that you two are okay! I don't know what I would do without you guys!"
"Seriously Mom, we're fine. We were fine when we called you on the subway." I said, detaching myself from the group hug, leaving Layla and my mother hugging.
"I know, but I just wanted to come home to make sure you two are perfectly fine and to answer any questions you might have." She said simply. Questions, what questions? It was a creepy man in a creepy dog suit.
"I don't have any questions, after all, it was just some pervert in a dog suit that was trying to scare little kids. I have to ask though, why did I need a dagger." I asked, hmm… I guess that I did come up with a question.
My mom remained silent for a few seconds, and answered. "Because it's just as efficient as a gun and it would be against the law for you two to be holding a gun." She said, finally letting Layla out of her death grip.
"But that's just it Mom, it looked like people couldn't see what was going on…" I said. Well, there's a second question.
She thought about it for a second, I could see the wheels in her brain turning, like she was debating something in her head. "Ally, it's the subway, people won't be paying attention to you guys." I guess she has a point, but that wasn't what read across people's faces. I shot a glance a Layla, who just shrugged.
"When does Izzy get here usually?" My mom asked. Izzy is my best friend in the world. She and I go to different schools, but she lives on the floor below me. Since her mom is an actress on Broadway which makes Friday a really late night for her, Izzy comes to my house every Friday for dinner and to hang out until about 8 or 9 when she goes home.
"Any minute now." I replied, looking at the clock on the wall. As if on cue, the doorbell rang. I ran and opened the door. There stood a slight shorter than average, mahogany brown hair, and brown-eyed girl dressed in her school uniform, in other words, Izzy.
"Hey Ally!" She said, giving me a hug. "Hi Layla," She said to Layla, when she walked over to see us. "Oh Mrs. C! I didn't know you were going to be here, it's just that you're…" She began, even though my mom has tried to get her to call her by her name, Annabeth, she calls her Mrs. C.
"Never here early. I know, something came up that made me needed here, so here I am. I'll get out of you girls way." And with that, my mom walked up stairs to her home office. You see, since mom's an architect and designed this building, we're fortunate to get a two-floor apartment. Lucky huh?
"Let's go to you're room!" Izzy said, grabbing my hand and leading me to my room. It's sad. She knows my house as well I know it. Once we were safely inside, with the door locked, she pulled out the highlight of the day out of her bag.
"I brought it of course!" She said, holding up People magazine. You see, she and I both like reading junk magazines like that for our own entertainment, but my mom disapproves. She doesn't let Layla or I read them at all, let alone in the house. So Izzy always gets them and brings them over on Friday and we read them together.
"What would our Friday's be if we didn't share them with the stars?" I asked, jokingly.
"Very depressing." She said nodding her head, she was now on my bed and I walked over and sat down next to her.
"Indeed." I replied. We opened the magazine. We flipped through the pictures of the celebrities in their bathing suits, the pictures of them at last month's Oscars, and the "whose kid is the cutest today?" sections. That's when we came across a shocking article.
Percy Jackson and wife Regina Rhodes have just announced that they are getting a divorce. Yes people, the rumors are true. The hot couple of nine years ago is splitting up. Rhodes says Jackson has been, "upset with my huge success on my new show, Welcome To My Life." She tells us. Jackson on the other hand denies that, "She's just to interested with herself to care about other people's desires. This lead to many fights, which eventually lead to us splitting up, but this is for the best." Jackson tells us on Tuesday, March 7th. They are said to be having a law suit for the custody of their son, Troy, which is said to begin next week…
It then went to go on to describe more details about the split up, the lawsuit, and then went into a look back on the last 9 years with them. This article was accompanied with a full two-page picture of Percy Jackson and Regina Rhodes holding hands with a big crack in the middle.
"I feel so bad for them." I said, turning to Izzy who was still staring at the article and the picture.
"I feel bad to for Troy, the parents not so much. Percy can just run off with me now." She said, now looking up.
"That's just because you think he's hot. He's much older than you Iz, it would be illegal." I said, shaking my head in disapproval.
"So? And you can honestly say that you don't think that he's cute in the slightest?" She asked. But before I could answer, my Mom walked in and looked at us in shock.
"What's going on in here?" She asked, looking down at the magazine with disapproving eyes.
"We were just… reading." I said while staring at the floor.
"Reading what?" She said, scanning the page. I glanced up at her face, he face was no longer angry, it was sad. Her face looked like it could burst into tears any second. What happened?
"A magazine, I know mom, I'm not supposed to. It's just that…" I began soon to be cut off by Izzy.
"My friend Jackie had it and she didn't want it any more so she gave it to me. Since we didn't know what else do to, we began reading it. Sorry Mrs. C, I forgot about your rules." Izzy explained.
"Well, it's okay, just don't bring one over again." Phew… it's not good when you get mom mad… "But if you don't mind, can I take that? I'll give it back to you Izzy when you leave."
"Sure Mrs. C, take it!" I wonder what my mom wants with it. Could she be reading it, what the hypocrite!
"Thanks Izzy, I'll give it back to you when you leave." Mom said, then she walked out the door.
"So… now what do you want to do?" Izzy asked.
"I don't know." I replied.
After about a minute, Izzy's face lit up, "I have an idea!"
"Do tell."
"Let's get Layla and play hide a go seek!"
"We haven't played that in what, 2 or 3 years?" What on earth made her think of that?
"So, it will be more fun! After all, you're place is the best for hide a seek!"
"Yours isn't that bad." Her apartment is only one floor, while ours is two.
"Yeah, that bad. But yours is that good! Come on, we have to play." She said, giving me her best puppy dog look.
"Fine, but only if you stop giving me that face." I said.
"Yay!" She gave me a quick hug before running out of the room screaming, "Layla!"
That's the chapter! The next one will be the game of hide and go seek! So, what did you think? Love it? Hate it? In the middle? Well, tell me in a review!!!!!
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