Cleaning Up Percy Jackson's Multitude of Messes

II~Diago

So, not only had I just found out that my school counselor was a mythological being who had been trying to kill me from the beginning of the school year. Then this girl came to rescue me, not classic by the way, and shot vines out of a wilted potted plant and then we ran off. Not only that, my dad was going to kill me.

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 Earlier that morning, my dad had a very, one sided, in depth conversation about giving respect to 'dear old Mr. Holloway' and to stop pestering him. I tried to explain my part of the story and how I wasn't the cause of him falling- or getting locked in the greenhouse, or catching his hair on fire and well, everything else. The worst of it was that I agreed. I had agreed to stop doing what I wasn't even doing, or more like what I hadn't planned on doing. I mean I was, in a way, the cause of all those things and more. 

 However, I hadn't done them on purpose, not all of them anyway. But after what had happened that afternoon, I was dead meat. The worst, yet coolest, thing I've done all year. Like most other days, I hadn't planned on doing it, I mean fire was my thing, but the whole greenhouse? That was almost beyond my expertise, or so I had thought, but like everything else, I was wrong. After the horticulture incident, you know what happened.

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 We ran, and ran, and hey, ran some more. I didn't really mind, but after a couple of minutes of running around, I came across something that looked strangely familiar. "We've passed that." 

 Chrys stopped, panting. "What?" 

 I pointed towards the little cafe a block down, "We passed it a couple of minutes ago, we've been going around the same couple of blocks." She blushed, then looked at me. 

 "Wait, why am I the one leading? You're the one who lives here." 

 Now I was the one who blushed, though I hoped my darker skin covered most of it up. "I don't get out much. I run, but not very far. Other than that, this place is a mystery." She murmured under her breath, but before she could decide one way or the other, police sirens appeared in the distance. I looked in the direction of the sounds, "We need to leave, and fast." Then I spotted it. It was a sign, and I don't mean like a sign from someone. I mean a sign that read, SUBWAY STATION 47382 N. CHARLESTON. Except it looked more STANWAY BOUTIS 32487 C. NASHRETNOL. I only knew what it had actually read because I had a sign like that on the way to school and my little sister translated it a couple of times. "Come on," I said as I got Chrys' arm, and we headed down to the station.

* * *

 So, that was an adventure I never want to experience again. We got the train just at the nick of time, however we bumped into some trouble on the way. Mainly at the ticket booth; but it wasn't my fault. Well, it was my fault, but I didn't mean to offend that old lady. Actually, it would've been better if it was an old lady. But it wasn't. That 'old lady' turned out to be a harpy, who tried to eat us...twice. I didn't even know what a harpy was, not to mention it took me about a bazillion times to pronounce. But Chrys explained them, "...they're at camp." 

 I gave her a curious look, that's when she realized she hadn't exactly explained the whole 'demigod' thing yet. However, we didn't have time for it at that moment, because after the bird lady went all cockatoo on us, the guards got a call that there might be some high school age kids running around, and they had apparently: pulled a fire alarm, gotten everybody into a frenzy, and I think they said something like "the head counselor get attacked." I was furious, I mean we didn't do any one those things! 

 Nonetheless, we had to move, and fast. After we got passed, whatever all that was, we finally got onto the train. Well, it was more like snuck into the train, because as you well know. We didn't have tickets. Which in retrospect, was a terrible idea because now, according to News 8, we were stowaways. Anyway, back to on the train. 

 After we got in, we had to hide. Fortunately, we found a spot fairly quickly. Unfortunately, that spot was tiny, and being claustrophobic. Not fun. At first, we didn't really know where we were going. Thankfully though, we overheard an elderly couple talking about seeing their grandkids in Rutland, Vermont. 

 "That gives us a couple of hours," says Chrys, "I should clarify why I've come." And she did, that I was was a demigod, my mom was Greek goddess, and that we were on our way to a place called Half-Blood Hill. However, even at the time, I suspected she was hiding something. I didn't know what, or how bad it could've been, but I knew she was definitely hiding something.

* * *

 So, we found out later that pretty much everyone on the train knew who we were. We escaped the train attendance's, the station guards, and also some random pedestrians. But who we met next, was to say the least...interesting.

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This lovely piece of text was written by my partner in crime, GallifreyanLibrarian, who will be writing Diago's POV for the duration of this fic.

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