Fangirl School (Percy Jackson)

Pre-Games Day

"To the back, please," Ms. Tudor said as she boarded the bus behind us. The kids there all looked excited, except for one person I actually recognized; I didn't know her name, but I knew she was a Percy Jackson fan in the Battle of The Labyrinth year. She had played the lead role in last year's Christmas play. 

I followed Walker to the very back of the bus, where a middle-aged lady was sitting. We sat down unsure of what to do. 

"You can all talk to your mentors now," Ms. Tudor said as the bus started moving. Walker and I turned to look at the lady. 

"So, you're the kids I got," she said heavily. "A redhead and a(n) e/c h/c Barbie." 

Then her eyes widened. "A(n) e/c h/c Barbie..." 

I wasn't sure what to say to that, so I stayed quiet, and so did Walker. 

"You want to win, don't you?" the lady said. "You gotta make sure they won't kill you. Looks like that, throw a couple good pickup lines, get on everyone's good side, and the prize is as good as yours." 

"I'm not going to flirt with strangers," I said immediately as Walker muttered, "Prize?" 

"Well, that's all I've got," the lady said, leaning back in her seat and looking away. "The name's Genevieve, and you're on your own." 

Great. It hadn't been thirty seconds and we'd already lost our mentor. 

"Fine," Walker said, turning away from Genevieve. "We'll figure something out." 

"I think we should work together," he told me. "Two's better than one. If one of us breaks a leg and we're by ourselves, we're goners." 

"Sounds good," I said, before I was hit with an idea worthy of Fiona. "We should have codes for things." 

"Fandom references! Yes!" Walker said excitedly. "What do we call out if we're in trouble?" 

"Brason!" I said out of absolutely nowhere. 

"And if someone's about to end us?" he prompted. 

I racked my brain, then burst out, "Family, Luke! You promised!" 

He clutched his heart in mock pain, then said, "And if we need a weapon, we can call out–"  

"Blue plastic hairbrush!" We finished together. 

"Yes!" He pumped a fist in the air. "And if we're doing Marco Polo? We need to confuse the other fandoms." 

"Not much we can do about everyone else in the Percy Jackson fandom, but Marco Polo could be dam. I'll call out 'dam' instead of Marco, and you could call out anything else! Bathroom, snack bar, t-shirt, shampoo..." 

"Shampoo?" Walker said, raising an eyebrow. 

"We might get desperate," I said with a shrug. 

"Everyone, I want you to line up by order of district outside the bus," Ms. Tudor called out. "You only get today to train, not three days, and the carriage rides are tonight, and the interviews are first thing tomorrow morning before the Games." 

"They're rushing it," I heard Walker mutter as several tributes began to mutter to each other again. 

We followed instructions and lined up outside the bus once it had stopped. Ms. Tudor led the line as the mentors stayed on the bus. 

-Time Skip because I haven't done one for a while- 

"You're all ready," my stylist, Andromeda said. When I had first heard the name, I had grinned at the thought of how much the Harry Potter fans would've wanted a stylist with that name. Maybe they had one named Silena.