I didn't mean to explode get sent on a quest for demigods.
Neither of us did, actually.
My name is Theia Jackson, and I am the adopted sister of Percie Jackson, daughter of Sally Jackson. Our best friend, Clover, was trying to keep us from losing our temper at Nate Bobofit, who was flicking pieces of chalk and food into our faces.
"Can't I just kill him now?" I snapped.
Clover brushed her long, brown hair from her face. I grimaced at the smug look over Nate Bobofit's face.
"Relax, girls," Clover said, stretching in her two-piece, skimpy-looking outfit. Parts of her stomach and bare arms and shoulders were showing. I had a black skull T-shirt, showing a section of my own stomach, along with ripped blue jeans, like Percie, who also wore a black skull T-shirt.
"Hey, Percie!" he shouted. I felt my sister tense up next to me. "What?" Percie snapped.
"Where'd you get that outfit? The thrift shop?"
His gang of cronies shrieked like a pack of hyenas.
"Shut your piehole, Bobofit," I snarled, standing up faster than you could blink. Percie growled, but stayed hunched over at her spot at the table. Nate smirked cruelly, and I marched over to her, upended my mashed potatoes, and slammed them into his hair. Nate stiffened, and then screamed like a little girl-which was an insult to girls everywhere, because he sounded quite pathetic, really.
"My-my hair!" he shrieked, clawing at the mashed potatoes and gravy that were seeping down his body. I smirked. "Oh, go cry about it, you dirty little witch!" Clover and Percie were both roaring with laughter. Swishing my long, blonde hair over as I turned, I caught sight of Mrs. Dodds, who was glaring over at me. I winced slightly, and then turned to see Mr. Brunner, out principal.
I winced slightly. "Um...hello, Mr. Brunner," I murmured, looking at my feet and squeaking the tip of my toe into the floor.
"You should not have done that, Theia," he said sternly. He was in his wheelchair, like he always was. I frowned over his shoulder at the girls, who were messing a round with their food. Then his voice dropped to a deep, low, and urgent sort of tone. "You must be careful," said my principal. "The Kindly Ones have sentries posted all around this school. They will stop at nothing to kill you."
I stepped backwards, startled for a second. "I-yeah, okay..." I trailed off, my cheeks flushing. I had always been rather taken with Mr. Brunner, even though he was at least over twenty-nine, if not forty.
"Percie must be kept safe, too," Mr. Brunner said, and I could smell his grassy, min-scented breath. "I like-!" I began, about to blurt out that I liked him, when I spotted Percie's knowing smirk over Mr. Brunner's shoulder. "I like this field trio," I corrected, my face flushing red. I felt his hands take my shoulders, and I started to tingle slightly. "I-I-!" I stammered. Mr. Brunner smiled knowingly.
"You are more important than you realize, young girl. More important to me, as well. Now, Mrs. Dodds would like to see you and Percy.
I sat down in the empty classroom. My cheeks were burning, and my lips were tingling, as if I'd kissed someone.
Which I hadn't. Mr. Brunner was at least twenty years older than me, if not thirty.
"What did Mrs. Dodds want?" asked Percie, sitting down next to me. Mrs. Dodds followed my sister into the room, and I shifted slightly. "She just wanted to talk to us, I think," I muttered, thinking about Mr. Brunner's handsome, chiseled face, his perfect lips, the way his eyes sparkled, and-!
Suddenly, Mrs. Dodds started laughing a bit. I looked up, alarmed.
She turned towards us, revealing a pale, wrinkled face with pointed teeth protruding from the mouth. I stepped out of my seat, my stomach churning.
"Well, half-bloods," she hissed, a forked tongue slipping out in between her teeth. "Why don't you tell me where it is?"