Meg Jackson,Doomsday

Chapter 2

Megs POV: (ok so when I pov,it means the person talking in the film,mkay)
"-worried about her." Said a posh but musical voice. Another person gasped.
"I've really gotta go, or I won't get any sleep." Then I heard footsteps running out. Then new ones running in.
"Are they awake yet?" This new girl asked the other one. I felt a sharp pain on my face and 'woke' up.
"Ow!" I said rubbing my face " what was that for?"
"I knew it!" She exclaimed.
She had medium length brown hair, with highlights that shifted through the colour spectrum. She was tallish with perfectly tanned skin and has kaleidoscope eyes. She was wearing blue jeans, an orange top,with a weird design(it's a chb top,btw), boots the colour of the night sky,and short pink socks. She also looked like she was wearing makeup.
"You are awake!" She gasped " how much of that did you hear?!"
"I-umm-I-uhhh-I-."
"Oh my gods Grace!" The 'new' girl exclaimed " why did you do that? She literally almost just died!"
"Ohhh right,right." Grace turned to me "sorry kid."
"I'm not a kid." I argued.
"How old ore you?" She argued back
"12!"
"Well I'm 15!"
"Alright you two,stop arguing!" The 'new girl yelled over our bickering. I could see that she has the same orange top, blond hair in a low ponytail, and stormy grey eyes. Weird. She turned to me.
"I'm Annabeth Chase," she told me.
"Ok now we're getting somewhere." I thought.
"Soo,umm, where are we?" I asked.
"The big house." Grace replied.
"Aaand, where is the big house?"
Grace sighed.
"In Camp Half-Blood."
"Camp what now?!"
"Camp half-blood." Annabeth replied, pointing her voice at half-blood.
"Jeez,your parents told you nothing," Grace muttered.
"Grace," Annabeth hissed at her
"Sorry!"
"Uhhhhhhhhhggg."
"PERCY!" I yell,trying to get up,but Annabeth sat me back down.
"Not yet Megara."
"1 thing ,call me Meg, and 2 things, I. Want. To. See. My . BROTHER!!"
"Meg." Percy said weakly.
"PERCY!" I tried to get up again, but this time Grace pushed me down.
"No." She said flatly.
I was getting frustrated, when, I saw the clock. I can't read clocks,because I'm dyslexic,like super dyslexic. I also have ADHD. My ADHD is crazy bad. Anyways back to the story.
"What's the time?" I asked Grace.
She looked a the clock.
"You can't read a clock?"
"Nah, I'm dyslexic."
"Oh"
"Yeahhh."
"Well, it's around 2 am,why."
"Just wondering."
She gasped.
"Annabeth," she said walking over to her.
"Yes?" Annabeth asked.
"Do you have any spare ambrosia?"
"Grace, you ment to have some! But yes I do." She grabbed a square cough drop looking thing out of her pocket and gave it to Grace.
Grace ran back to me.
"Here, eat this." She said holding out the cough drop. Ambrosia.
"Umm, I don't have a cough."
"It's not a cough drop, it's ambrosia, it'll help with the pain."
I only then realized the amount of pain I was in. I took the ambrosia and put in my mouth. I instantly felt tired. But it tasted really good,like my mums blue pancakes.
"Is there any side effects?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Well, if I give you too much,you can die."
"Die?! AS IN LIKE,KICK THE BUCKET,IM GONE?!"
"Yeah but don't worry, you won't need more,hopefully."
I was now fighting the urge to sleep. Grace took one look at me and said
"You look tired you should sleep you'll need-."
I had a crazy dream. ~ I was back at the apartment, my stepfather Gabe (or Smelly Gabe) yelling at me as per usual, but he looked weird-weirder than usual I might add-. He looked like he had been working out, which was disturbing, because he never worked out. Then. . .BOOM!! The ground falls out from beneath me. I try to scream, but I can't, like my voice-box had been ripped out . I fell for a bit. THUD. I hit solid ground, right next to a giant pit. Everything was dull and grey. I stood up to inspect the pit, my whole body aching again, when grey tendrils of smoke billowed out of the pit. I screamed and backed away. But I fell over... BONES!? I screamed as the smoke rapped around my ankles. It winded up and around my legs and started pulling me towards the hole of nothingness. I screamed louder as I got closer to the edge. A cold, dark, evil, voice laughed as I was pulled towards my demise. I wake up as I go over the edge.~
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Dam 784 words.
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