Bad Luck Charm (A Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Sleep was not pleasant. It was like a living nightmare. I woke up in a dark room, thousands of scratchy voices screaming at me. One voice rose above all, though. It was dark and menacing.

"You will save me!" The voice said. I was aghast and pinched myself, hoping I would wake up. It didn't work.

"Shut your face, and go away!" I yelled into the darkness.

"Just wait, Lexi, just wait." It said and I woke up with a startle. I must be going crazy! I thought to myself. Stupid creepy voice.

Breakfast came around, and man, was that food good! I prayed, again that my father would show himself. I sat at the Hermes table next to Tanith.

"Sleep well?" I asked her as I took my first bite.

"No, you?" She replied.

"Not at all." I took another bite of my food.

"Nightmares?"

"Yup."

"Me too." We both talked while eating our food.

I was in the middle of making a dramatic bite on my waffle, when someone ruffled my hair.

"Oi!" I turned around and, without thinking, slapped whose ever hand touched my hair. "Sorry! Didn't mean to slap you!" I looked up and saw Luke. "Oh, hey."

"Hi." He chuckled. "So why did you slap me?"

"Well, I don't generally allow people to touch my hair." I replied. He laughed.

"Am I allowed to touch it?"

"I suppose." I said quietly as I turned back to my food. He slipped into the bench next to me.

"So what's up?" He tried to make casual talk.

"The sky." I said sarcastically. Then we both started laughing.

"Nice one." He smiled.

"So when does camp get interesting? No offence." I asked. Even though I've only been here a day, it was still pretty boring.

"Trust me, you haven't seen anything yet." He said with a wink. I smiled and continued to eat my waffles.

"Well, I hope so." I said. I took a sip from my pink milk. What? I liked pink milk, not strawberry flavored. Just milk, that's pink.

"Is that... pink milk?" Luke and Tanith asked at the exact same time.

"Yes, yes it is." I said simply. I took another, dramatic sip from my glass. But, I guess I needed to laugh or something so I laughed into the milk and it spurted everywhere. It reached like fifty feet in front of me. Hitting a girl from the Ares table on the head.

"Uh oh!" Tanith said. She scooted away from me.

"What? Who did I hit?" I asked, looking around me. The girl I hit turned around.

"That's Clarisse," Luke answered. "The daughter of Ares."

"Oh, shnazzle bugs!" I muttered under my breath. Ares was the god of war right? She must be a fighter. I'm screwed I thought. Clarisse stood up and looked around.

"Who spit on me?" She demanded.

"Not me!" I defended quickly, probably too quickly because Clarisse turned right towards me.

"It was you! Wasn't it, you little pip squeak?!" She screamed.

Fortunately for me, Chiron told her to calm down.