People Meet Percabeth (No Mist or Mist)

Nick Brown

No Mist

Hey, dudes! I'm Nick Brown, the hottest guy in the world! Nobody can be compared to me. Well, maybe except Percy Jackson. However, he has a long way to go. I've got soft brown eyes and brown hair. I use blue contacts and blonde dye to hide them. Percy has sea-green eyes and jet-black hair. Yeah! Like, what! Sea-green isn't even a color. It's bound to be contact lenses. And who has jet-black hair! The darkest hair color I've seen is dark brown! That's only one of the reasons he has a long way to go. Another reason is that he turns down every girl who asks him out. He should be grateful! Before he came to Manhattan High, I was the one to be asked out. Now, he's stealing all my glory!

~~~~~~~~~Gym Class~~~~~~

Gym is my fav. We usually swim, so I can show off my abs. But today, we weren't headed to the pool. 

Coach Hedge ushered everyone to the bleachers, then said, "Alright cupcakes, today, we've got a god from a Camp on Long Island to teach us sword fighting. She is wife of the god of swordsmanship. She was once a demigod, but for all her good deeds, she was turned into a god. Her name is Annabeth Jackson. Remember, be respectful, she won't hesitate to attack."

Yes, gods, blah blah blah, immortals. I've been pretending to be a son of Perseus, 'cause he's the best god ever! Duh! Now, back to the present.

A beautiful girl walked in carrying a dagger. She had blonde princess curls and stormy gray eyes. I bet I can get her.

"Does anyone volunteer to fight me?" she questioned, pointing at a box of wooden swords, while glaring at all of us. Jackson, a few other jocks, and I raised our hands. What can a girl do! She's just pathetic and weak. 

She fought each of us except Jackson and me and won in 5 seconds. When it was my turn, she said, "Hold tight."  And disarmed me in 3! I bet Jackson won't be any better. What can he do that I can't.

"Get your own." the blondie said to Jackson.

He took a ballpoint pen. Ha! What's he gonna do! Write her to death?

He uncapped it and it grew into a gleaming bronze sword. He started fighting Annabeth. 

After 20 minutes, Jackson was finally able to disarm Annabeth. She smirked and said, "Still the best I see."

"Of course, milady," Jackson replied.

"Who are you guys!?" a random guy sitting three rows in front of me shouted.

"I am Lord Perseus, son of Poseidon. God of the sea, loyalty, and swordsmanship. King of Olympus."

"I am Lady Annabeth, daughter of Athena. Goddess of wisdom, knowledge, self-defense, and pride. Queen of Olympus."

Everyone gasped and started kneeling.

"No need to kneel. It makes me feel like 5000 years old." 

Everyone laughed. If you don't laugh at gods' jokes, they turn you into hamsters.

"See you never!" they said in unison, disappearing in a blinding flash of light.

That's how I found out I hated my fake father, Lord Perseus.