This Just Might Be Better Than I Thought
The bus ride to the museum was just as long and irritating as I remembered, especially with Nancy throwing bits of food at Grover.
The boredom was making me drowsy, but I knew better than to fall asleep in a bus full of hyperactive middle schoolers. Suddenly an idea struck me. I smirked inwardly. Let's have some fun.
ok so how do I do this?
"hey Grover?"
"mmmmmm" he was craning his neck out the window.
"you know miss Dodds? She kind of fits the description of those furies Mr. Brunner was telling us about, don't you think?"
"what?" he turned his head around so fast that I'm surprised that it didn't snap.
"I mean just look at her man, all she needs is a whip and wings"
"y-yeah you are right" he let out a weak chuckle "totally like them."
I tried to hide my laughter as I watched Grover squirm, 'he can read emotions,' I reminded myself.
"hey Grover?" I started again "you think life as a son of a God would suck?"
"what do you mean Perce?" he was looking paler by the second
"I mean look at Achilles, he died with an arrow in his foot, right after fighting a war"
"I dunno , why a sudden interest in mythology" he asked, looking like he'd rather not know the answer.
"I had a weird dream last night, like weird-wierd"
" what was it about?" he asked.
"well I was standing at the edge of this huge pit and this voice comes out of it. It said 'hide little demigod, you may be the son of an elder god, but you are still a puny human." Grover was pale enough that he looked like was about to faint.
"Grover, you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine your dream was just a little scary"
"but it was just a dream?"
"un-huh just a dream"
"ok. Just tell me if you feel sick, I'll get you Mr. Brunner or someone"
"I'm fine. Just forget it"
"sure" I smiled. That was fun. This just might be better than I thought.