Percy Jackson and The Ghost Girl

Chapter Nine: The Fifth Night

That evening the rumors were flying left and right. No one knew who pranked the Stolls. I haven't told anyone that Ghost Girl did it.

I don't know why. She deserved to have the credit. When I asked her about why she pranked them, 'They were planning to prank Nico, and then the Demeter cabin!' was the only response. I didn't press the topic, she seemed at ease, I didn't want to ruin it.

A few hours before dinner I was in the arena practicing on the straw dummies, as Ghost Girl was talking and commenting on what I was doing or how to improve.

I really appreciated it. I wouldn't have gotten this good without her.

When she was halfway explaining on how I can improve my footing for strength and control, the conch horn sounded.

For the last few hours we had talked, it felt like I was talking to a lifelong friend. A lifelong best friend.

Once I sat down, I noticed she was quietly staring at the Hades tables. I was confused, she was staring with some much longing, like....

I looked back at her. It makes sense. She looks like one, she's hate it when anyone calls her Ghost Girl, and I noticed she's looking longingly at the Hades table.... She's a Daughter of Hades.

"What's your name?" I asked, silently hoping to have enough of her trust for her to tell me.

She looked hesitantly at me. She took a deep breath. "Michaela. But...." she sighed, trailing off nervously.

I didn't speak, I keep thinking that I blew her trust...

A few moments later, Michaela's eyes light up. "Watch this." She said, before disappearing.

I was confused, but continued eating to pass the time of the wait.

I halfway through my food, when it happened.

By 'it' I'm talking about it being huge... And, a face.

It appeared in front of the Hermes table, big and ugly. It took shape as a large, scar filled, and filled to the max with warts/bruises/burns, as a face. The face was male, with a curly mustache, and a thin uneven short beard.

"Who dares think they have the title of Pranking King!" The face thundered.

I could see the Stolls, among others, who were shivering in fear. I, on the other hand, am shivering with suppressed laughter. I know exactly who did this.

"The ones who previously thought they were the Pranking King's, step forward!" The face roared, looking furious.

I have a feeling I know who that is. That, and the fact I can see Michaela do it.

Shaking uncontrollably, the Stolls hesitantly stood.

"HOW DARE YOU!" The face shouted, making an effect of thunder and lightning. "I WILL KILL YOU AND YOUR DESCENDANTS! I WILL TAKE YOUR TITLE BY KILLING YOU!"

The Stolls and many other faces looked scared, but the face continued in a harsh whisper. "And, you know what I am going to do... No, you don't? I will tell you..." The face trailed off.

"I will.... Tickle you."

The Stolls looked so afraid, I was so sure they were going to faint of fright. Seeing their faces, I tried my best to not laugh.

That was the least of my worries. The worst was yet come...

... I was always wrong.