Annabeth Chase and the Lightning Thief

I Have an Unpleasant Visit to the Bathroom

   "Jackson, you have to do better than that!" I snapped as soon as we had reached a safe distance from the Hermes cabin. I used his last name on him so that I would sound more like an authority figure, although by the look on his face I wasn't so sure that it was working. 

   "What?" He regarded in disbelief, traces of annoyance prominent on his features. I couldn't believe he was being like this! I was only trying to help. Even if I sounded like I was being mean to him, I was only trying to do what was best for him. Although in the end, I think that I'm more mad at myself necessarily, than Percy. Mad that I ever believed that he was the one!

   I think I accidentally muttered that statement out loud because, Percy suddenly bursted out, "What's your problem? All I know is that I kill some bull guy---" 

   And that's when I lost it. All I do is train! I would have loved to be fighting that bull, watching it disintegrate before my tiny blade. "Don't talk like that!" I screamed at him, making sure I was close to his face. 

   "Do you know how many kids at this camp wish that they would've had your chance!" I continued, and I would've gone on forever, if he hadn't have fired back. Nobody messes with me!

   "To get killed!" He yelled. He was just as red in the face as I was. 

   "To fight the Minotaur! What else do you think we train for!" I screeched. I was so mad that I almost cried. How could he be so arrogant? For the first time in forever, I hoped that he wasn't the one. How could someone so rude be so special!?

   "Look, if that thing I fought was the Minotaur, the same one from the stories..." I interrupted impatiently, "Yes." I was getting fed up with him, so I could tell that my attitude was deteriorating in patience. He shook his head slightly. 

   "Well then there's only one." he continued, expecting me to understand. "Yes." I said blatantly, waiting for him to get to the point. At this point, I thought it should've been obvious to Percy, but apparently not...

  "Yes! And he died like a gazillion years ago. Theseus killed him in the labyrinth, so..." He said in disbelief.,emphasizing his words with his hands.

  All of a sudden, out of nowhere, (Well, it may have been his harsh attitude) an image of Thalia passed through my head. Thalia, who had died fighting a beast to get me and Luke here at this camp. 

   Percy was in a similar situation with his mom...except he made it. I couldn't help but wonder, maybe if I explained it to him slower, he could end up saving lives one day. As much as I hated to admit it, and as much as I was starting to hate Percy's attitude, I knew that if I wanted to help him go on a quest and save lives, then he had to be in tip-top shape. He couldn't act like such an idiot.

   So, apart from the occasional outburst,and my impatient attitude about the whole ordeal, I softened up and explained to him as best as I could what was going on. I explained the whole process to him slower. I went threw what happens to monsters after they die, I explained cabin eleven, nectar and ambrosia, everything. I hope he at least retained half of it...

   "Face it, you're a half-blood." I said, wrapping up our question and answer segment. So far in our conversation, he constantly had doubt written on his features. He didn't want to belief the truth.

    Realization finally dawned across his face at my last rant, and I couldn't help but feel accomplished. I had finally made this stubborn half-blood see the facts...that he is, in all-truths, a half-blood. Now, I was just waiting for the opportunity to bring up my suspicions of all the strange behavior occurring in the Gods and satyrs.

   I even opened my mouth to begin the important conversation, when out of nowhere, I suddenly heard the distinct sound of crunching leaves, footsteps. Loud, heavy footsteps, trudging our way.