This chapter is a chapter through Percy's daughter Sophia's eyes. While Percy and Annabeth were at home, Sophia was coming home from school. Here's what happened. P.S. This will be the only other POV in the story, and the only time one will pop up.
Sophia
My name is Sophia Chase Jackson. I have grey eyes like my mother, and dark hair like my dad, but they both have said that I have a mixed personality between them. Whereas, my dad, Percy Jackson is a brave, funny person, my mom, Annabeth (Chase) Jackson is an outspoken, intelligent person. I love them both, but sometimes they scare me with all their talk about their parents, the Greek gods getting into wars and threatening to destroy things . . . like the world for instance. Though I knew I had to keep that part of my life a secret, something in my gut told me someone already knew.
Anyway, I was sitting in my last period class, Algebra 1, waiting for the bell to ring. Sure I was great at math, thanks to my mom, who is a daughter of Athena, the goddess of wisdom. But the class was SO boring, the teacher, Mrs. Cyprus, is a dull old lady who falls asleep in class occasionally, but as soon as someone else in the class tries to follow her lead, she wakes up and punishes us with a ten page essay on how mathematics has helped support the world blah blah blah.
As soon as the final bell rang, I was the first one out the door. I was at my locker and out the school doors by the time most of the other students were half-way down the hallway.
I was on the sidewalk heading home when a voice called, "Hey, Wait up!"
I turned around and saw someone I'd never seen before running toward me. He had sandy blonde hair and striking blue eyes. He wore a solid orange t-shirt and khaki shorts the same color as his hair. I didn't know his name, but I figured I should.
He caught up to me and slowed down his run to a walk. "Hey." He said.
"Hi." I said back.
"I think I have you in some of my classes," the guy said, "What's your name?"
"Sophia Jackson." I said.
"Sophia." The guy repeated, looking up at the sky, "I'm Luke. Luke Castellan"
I smiled; I'd heard that name before. My dad had been talking about it to my mom, like he was jealous or something.
I ignored the thought, "So Luke," I said, "I haven't seen you around school before . . ."
Luke smiled, "I just started public school. Used to be I was homeschooled, until I got tired of my mom grounding me for not turning in my homework."
I laughed at that; my mom would probably do the same. "So," I said, "I'm on my way home, wanna join me?"
"Is that your way of asking me out?" he asked.
I blushed. He sounded like he wanted me to say yes. "We'll see." I said.
We walked the rest of the way to my house in silence. I'll admit, it was discomfiting; I took after my dad at hating awkward silences.
When we got to my driveway, I stared a conversation with Luke.
"So, do your parents know your not coming directly home?" I asked.
Luke stopped and winced, like it was a painful subject, but his look turned back to normal, "It's just my mom, Dad walked out, leaving just us. But, it's okay; my mom doesn't care where I am or how long I stay out as long as I don't get myself killed."
"That's . . . cool." I said.
Luke shrugged, "Oh well, it teaches you to survive once you leave out on your own."
We walked into my house. I offered Luke to sit on the couch, which he took. I followed his lead and sat down beside him.
I looked around my house, as I usually did. My living room itself was amazing. My mom had designed it, being an architectural freak. It led up two stories, leaving room for a second story balcony, which held the bedrooms, and the offices, one of which my mom was in; messing with some laptop were brother gave her. I knew where my dad was too; he loved spending time impaling mannequins in some weird arena thing that he built that was connected to the house, like a gigantic garage.
"Nice place." Luke commented.
"Thanks." I said. "My mom designed it."
"That's cool," Luke said, "Who's your mom?"
"Her name is Annabeth." I said.
Luke's eyes widened when I said my mother's name, like he knew her or something, but whatever he was thinking, he didn't let on. Weird.
There was an awkward silence again, but this time, it had meaning; my dad was staring at us from the upstairs balcony.
Crap, I thought. Busted.
I know, I know. It wasn't the best, or the longest, but oh, well. It was really, really, really weird writing through a girl's perspective. But its over now. On to the next chapter . . . soon
