Love, Cassie → L. Evans [PJOXHP]

chapter two

cassandra black, the hero of olympus, had no fucking sense of direction.

she had gotten lost in a pavilions once, wandering aimlessly in the chips isle until an elderly employee took pity on her and guided her out of the store.

there was that one time where she had left camp half blood in search for a sandwich shop, but had ended up in queens and had accidentally punched spiderman off a building. (don't worry, he's fine. probably.)

and, of course, who could forget the fateful trip to seaworld, where she had coincidentally entered the shark exhibit and liberated eight sharks and a seal.

in her defense, directions are hard.

and, for the record, it only got harder when the staircases moved.

cassie cursed as one shifted and started moving up, stumbling and clutching onto the railing for dear life. this was a nightmare for a child of posideon.

paintings peered at her curiously from the walls, watching as a tiny girl with orange and red hair flailed about on the stairs, shouting profanities and screeching for help.

no one offered her any, content to sit and watch her make a fool of herself. honestly, this was the most fun they had had in centuries.

when she finally happened upon the great hall by accident, it had been three hours and the students were whispering among themselves, waiting to eat as an old man preached about safety and school rules on a podium at the front.

cassie cackled in delight, took a deep breath, and then burst through the doors.