Demigods

WARNING: I never actually finished this story! I wrote it a long time ago and I grew out of my PJ obsession before I wrote all the chapters. The last chapter is just a summary of how the story was supposed to end! If you still want to read this story, though, be my guest... :D

Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and any other characters, places, events, ideas, or concepts that were originally published in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series are the sole property of Rick Riordan. I am borrowing them- they are NOT mine! Sage Schwartz, Lucy Hampton, Renee, Meredith, and all other characters I have created, are mine and I have added them to Riordan's original story to make a new fan fiction based off his (amazing!) books.

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"Lucy!"  

"Miss Hampton!" 

"Wake up!"

I sat up. Where am I?

"Another episode?" Mr. C sighed.

"I guess..." I recalled what had happened before i passed out. I was going up for a spike. The ball settled in my palm for a split second, then rocketed over the net. It touched down neatly on the other side. The opposing team stared. My team cheered. Then I touched the ground, raised my arms in victory, and...blackness.

"You came down hard! Are you okay?" Sage asked, adjusting her knee pad.

"Yeah, I think."

Mr. C scratched his chin, as if stroking an imaginary beard. "Well the scrimmage is over. Yes, you won."

I managed a smile, pulling down my blue jersey. Sage pulled off her red one, throwing it in the bucket with the other reds.

"Yeah, yeah. You barely won. I let you." Sage teased.

"In your dreams Grass Girl," I retorted.

"Lucy Goosy!" She spat, then started giggling. Laughing made my head spin.

"Well Coach Simon?" Mr. C asked the short bald man standing off to the side.

"Sorry Hampton. Gotta go see the trainer. School policy." Coach Simon told me. Sage helped me off the bleachers and started to help me to the locker room, but Coach stopped her.

"Go to class Schwartz," he ordered.

"But-"

"Lucy will be fine. You go change before class starts." Mr. C told her.

Coach asked me if I could stand, then directed me to the trainer's office, grumbling about having players dropping like flies. Sage headed to the locker room. "Be careful Miss Hampton," Mr. C called to me. I stammered a 'yes sir' and kept walking. What is he worried about? I'm walking two feet down the hall and I've never had more than one episode in a week.

I shook it off and survived my third visit to the trainer this semester. Coach Martinez was a lot nicer than the school nurse, but I always had that sinking feeling in my stomach that I would have to sit out practice for the next week 'just to be sure'.

Soon I was dressed in my school clothes and headed to my last class of the day. There were only fifteen minutes left.

Mrs. Baldwin accepted my tardy slip and went back to writing on the board in her scrawling cursive. Chalk dust immediately settled in my nose. I held back a sneeze. I realized I had just missed half a class worth of notes.

I raced to copy what she had already written, ignoring hand cramps and the random screeches of Mrs. Baldwin's unmanicured nails against her old-timey chalkboard.