I read Peter Johnson, and get knocked out, again

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Hey!!!!!

It's been sooooo long... I'm sorry...

I had a really busy chaotic summer and I honestly forgot to write...

Are you excited to get Percy back... because I am! Very very soon...

I'm also excited for the Avengers to finally assemble... which will also be soon! 

I feel like everything's coming together!

Anyway... Toodles! 

From Percyjacksonobsesed with one S



Estelle P.O.V

After lunch, Piper Shel took me to the library, a place I didn't know existed up until then.

It had beautiful mahogany bookcases lining every wall stacked with thousands of books of different colours and sizes. There were beanbag couches and cozy rugs, old wooden tables, and twinkle lights. I couldn't believe that there was a place so cozy and homey in a giant machine so cold and devoid of any comfort. An ache filled my chest as I thought back to the reading nook my parents had built me when I was eight... All I wanted in that moment was to be enveloped in a hug by my mom and dad.

"How did you find this place?" I gasped, tears welling in my eyes.

Piper was the one that answered, "I was wondering around yesterday trying to find any exits or escape routes and I stumbled across this place, I thought you would like it."

I turned and smiled at her "I love it."

I wondered over to a bookcase in the corner of the library, seeing a book that caught my eye, I picked it up and glanced at the familiar cover, "Peter Johnson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief, written by Sally Jackson"

I stared at the cover that I had helped design... and wandered over to a green beanbag speckled with grey polka dots.

After I got myself comfortable, I opened up the first page of a book I was very familiar with.

This book is dedicated to my beautiful children, Estelle Jackson Blofis and Perseus Achilles Jackson, I could never have done this without the two lights of my life

I then flipped the the next page, the first chapter of the book entitled:

"I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher"

Look I didn't want to be a half-blood

"Estelle?" Piper called to me, I closed Peter Johnson, annoyed because Piper had just interrupted the Medusa scene, I stood up from my very cozy beanbag chair, stretching my arms, I saw something out of the corner of my eye, a figure leaning on a bookcase wearing all black, but when I turned to face it, it was gone. I shook my head and faced back to Piper,

"Yes?" I said. "Could you come over here for a second? I want to introduce you to Selena and Thalia." I stood up and walked to one of the many bookshelves to put my mom's book back... I would come back for it later.

Two young girls, who looked only a few years older than me stood there. I recognised them from the cafeteria but had never spoken to them.

"Hi?" I said awkwardly, wondering what they wanted from me.

The girl with the spiky black hair and striking blue eyes, stared at me for a few seconds before crushing me with a hug, I squirmed against the stranger, feeling very uncomfortable. I pushed her off and said, "What was that for? I don't even know you!" Sadness filled her eyes as she whispered, "And that's my fault..."

Piper then leaned down beside me and whispered, "You can trust her, she's Percy's cousin." My eyes widened in shock, but I still whispered back, "I don't really trust a person I just met who violated my personal space..."

Piper laughed and said no longer in a whisper, "Thalia, I didn't know that you could be so emotional, I think you're coming across as a weirdo." She finished her sentence laughing even harder.

"Say that again princess." Thalia said, glaring at Piper,

Piper ignored her and continued laughing. The other girl... Selena I think, laughed lightly trying to hold it in.

"Hi, I'm Selena." she said, "You're Estelle, right?"

I nodded my head.

"And that, Thalia, is a normal greeting." Piper commented. I giggled.

We spent the next few hours roaming around the aircraft, finding new rooms... that we weren't supposed to be in. Getting chased out of said rooms by guards... and actually having fun. I didn't know the last time that I had laughed, and that made me remember why I hadn't.

I was kidnapped, threatened, isolated, and worst of all, my brother was God knows where on this ship, maybe being tortured by a crazy man named Fury.

Those thoughts were quickly pushed out of my head, as Selena (Who I really liked by the way) pretended to not know how to speak English to a guard that was yelling at her to get out of a room she was not authorized to be in. He quickly sighed and let her leave. She made her way back to us as we were hiding against the wall trying to hold in our laughter.

"Cowards." She mumbled glaring at us. She turned to Thalia, "You told me that that was the kitchen, and there was no one on patrol!"

Thalia fell to the floor laughing.

At that moment, everything went dark.

A second later, we started plummeting. I flew to the top of the aircraft, my head smashing into the ceiling. Pain pierced my skull as I cried out.

"Estelle!?!" Piper screamed from somewhere near me. I could barely hear her over the blaring sirens, crashing noises, and people screaming.

I wanted to respond, but all of the air was forced out of my chest as I slammed against the wall as the whole aircraft turned sideways.

I could hear my heartbeat beating in my ears, my fear overriding all of my senses, as I banged and crashed in the endless darkness. I felt someone wrap their arms around me, and suddenly I wasn't being thrown around like a ragdoll. "Estelle." Thalia's voice spoke in my ear.

"What's happening!" I yelled, panic and confusion taking up space in my mind.

"It's okay, I got you."

"How are you doing this!" I still can't see anything all I can hear, and feel is the wind rushing around me, and Thalia's arms wrapped around me.

"Stop thrashing, I can't keep control when you keep moving!" She sounded out of breath, but I couldn't tell with all of the sounds around me.

"What do you mean keep control! How are we not dying!" I screamed in hysteria, continuing my out-of-control body movements.

"I'm sorry Estelle." She yells over the wind, I feel a sharp jolt in the back of my head, like electricity, and the world goes dark.

I got knocked out a lot.

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