The Godly Pursuant (A Percy Jackson fan fiction)

6 - Maggie Crowberry

If Hello Kitty must be christened, it must be christened sweet and good. This Capture the Flag crap was the perfect way to do that.

Though I was praying hard for some real action like stumbling into a monster in the middle of the forest or something like that. Maybe Hephaestus was right. I am suicidal.

I saw Annabeth and Percy sitting together on the porch of the armory when I got there. Percy got up as soon as he saw me.

“What took you so long? You lost your sword?” he asked.

“No,” I quickly replied but I can’t just simply hide my total excitement. He looked at me with curiosity and with that what’s-gotten-into-you-again stare.

“What’s that? Is that a… uh, an umbrella?” Annabeth pointed to the thing I was holding.

“Uhmm, yeah,” I chuckled self-consciously. Hello Kitty must be kept a secret first. I didn’t wanna ruin the element of surprise. A smile curled up on my mouth.

Percy and Annabeth must have seen the weird expression on my face that they abruptly exchanged looks. I snapped them off their internal accusations.

“Come on now, you two. Let’s get this flag on the go.”

Everyone was so excited with Capture the Flag it made all of them whirr like bad television channels. It made their minds really hard to read. The Aphrodite kids were clear, though, because some of them weren’t very pleased that they were going to ruin their perfect hair and make-up just to capture a stupid flag.

“Piper…” I heard Drew—someone from Aphrodite I really despise—add a pinch of sneer upon saying Piper’s name, “You can’t be serious about this. We so notparticipate in these kinds of stuff. This is totally way out of line!” She yelled the last word and threw out her hair.

Piper knew better than talking back to a girl who is too aesthetic-minded to fully operate, so she just took a sword from somewhere and shoved it in Drew’s hand.

Drew turned to her heels and seemed to notice me from the corner.

“You,” she scorned, “You’re new here.”

“Uhmm… Eleven days, I think.”

She appraised me from head to toe and sneered, “They say you read minds. Can you read mine?” She bore her eyes in me. If those were lasers, they could’ve burned holes through my head.

I slowly shook my head at her and poked out my lower lip in mock frustration.

“Ha!” she laughed smugly, “I knew it. You’re a fake,” she sneered again, “And why can’t you read my mind if ever you’re real?”

“Because you don’t have any brain to begin with,” I told her.

As I watched her eyes bulge out in intense anger, I smiled. For some reason these kinds of things always make me happy.

“You need anything else?” I asked.

Apparently she didn’t because she turned to her heels again and left dust in her wake. Piper flitted to my side.

“Thanks,” she told me.

“For what?”

“Well, uhmm, that sister of mine has always been a pain in the neck,” she complained.

I shrugged, “I guess you might have to call me just in case she gets cantankerous again. We could shove her up in Zeus’ Butt.”

Thunder rumbled against the beautiful cloudy sky.