Sunflower ✵ Percy Jackson

They stoll my hair tie!!

Word of the bathroom incident spread immediately. Campers pointed at Percy and Missy; Murmuring stuff about it everywhere they went. Or maybe they were just staring at the two girls, who were still pretty much dripping wet.

Annabeth showed them a few more places, the most appealing to Mel being the arts and crafts center and the climbing wall, which actually consisted of two facing walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava, and clashed together if you didn't get to the top fast enough. It's easy to say she was quite ecstatic to give it a try sometime.

Finally they reached to the canoeing lake, where the water seemed to be glowing with amusement. Mel leaned over the rail.

She hadn't been expecting anybody to be looking back at her from the bottom, but to her utter surprise, her heart skipped a beat when she noticed three teenage girls sitting cross-legged at the base of the pier, about twenty feet below.

They wore pink skirts and flowy white t-shirts, their straight hair floated elegantly around their shoulders as minnows darted in and out. They reminded Missy intensely of the popular girls that walked the halls of each school she had ever attended.

They were always there, 'popular girls' she means, always there to consider her an outcast, to give her sideways looks as she sketches on her hand in class, or trips over a word when they're popcorn reading in ELA.

She was only ever called over to speak with tgem as some hilarious skit before, but now, now they're manicured hands were ushering her closer, they wanted to paint her nails purple..she was so close to them, just a few more...

"Mel!" Percy cried, grabbing onto her waist and flinging her back onto the safe side of the railing before she was fish meat.

"Don't encourage them, Melissa," Annabeth warned. "Naiads are terrible flirts."

"Naiads," she repeated loonyly, still recovering from the daydream.

"Water nymphs."

She groaned, "Water nymphs? Oh forget the climbing wall, I want to go home now." She fell into Percy's chest.

Annabeth frowned. "Don't you get it? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us."

"You mean, mentally disturbed kids?" Percy rephrased.

"I mean not human. Not totally human, anyway. Half-human."

"Half-human and half-what?"

"I think you know."

Missy didn't believe it, she wasn't, there was no way. I mean a halfblood? Her? She has two parents already!

"God," Percy said, and thank god he did. She wasn't sure if she could. "Half-god."

Annabeth nodded. "Your father isn't dead, Percy. He's one of the Olympians."

"That's... crazy."

"Is it? What's the most common thing gods did in the old stories? They ran around falling in love with humans and having kids with them. Do you think they've changed their habits in the last few millennia?"

"But those are just-" Percy's thought cut him off.

"Okay, wait. So if all the kids here are half-gods-"

"Demigods," Annabeth said. "That's the official term. Or half-bloods."

"Then I'm not supposed to be here." Missy said.

Annabeth sighed, "I just told you—"

"I grew up with both of my parents," she explained, "I've heard Chiron say before he wasn't sure of me, and hes got to be right then."