Percabeth and the New Camper - Discontinued ✖

Chapter 2

Anyways, since not much really happened at school, I'll just skip till our daily ten-minute advisory, which was my last class on Friday, since art was now optional.

You're probably really confused about my schedule right now, but it's not really that important and it's hard to explain in writing. All you need to know is that I usually had art on Fridays, but since the school had gotten a bunch of complaints that is was boring AF (excuse my language, but there's really no other word for it), they changed it so that you can just skip art and go home or do whatever instead. Since I didn't feel like watching another slideshow presentation on how wonderful the teacher's art was, I decided to go home and finish some homework that was due Tuesday.

When I got off my bike about ten minutes later (I only lived a 5-7 minute bike ride away [7 minutes on a normal day, 5 on Fridays when I was desperate to get some freedom]), I first put my bike on the garage, then dumped my school stuff in my room. I lay down on the covers of my bed, kicking off my shoes as I did so. I stared at the white ceiling of my room.

My room was pretty cool, nothing special. Two of my walls were painted sky blue, the two others were very dark blue (the guy at Home Depot said it was called peacock blue and I must admit, it did somehow remind me of a peacock). They were decorated with my favorite quotes ("Live forever in the stars", from the PJO series), paintings that my mom, an artist had painted, hand-drawn sketches, cute animal pictures, a post card from Hawaii, and a world map.

I had a bookshelf next to my bed which was white as well, with blue and white sheets. In one corner next to the door that opened into my closet were two shelves, one filled with old toys I'd never gotten to throwing away, the other with socks and jewelry. There were three tall shelves with books, a messy desk with an uncomfortable dark brown chair. There was a carpet on the floor that had some flower designs.

I just lay there for a few minutes, before I got up and went to make myself some food.

A/N: Time skip to an hour till the school dance that's that night. Also, being the very random person that I am, I'm just gonna switch to the present. Yeah, I'll probably be doing that a lot.

1st person, present time

I stare at the dress in my closet, trying to decide. I know how special this night will be. You, dear reader, don't. Not yet, anyways.

*1 hour later, at the school dance*

I smile at the girl behind the table as I hand her a 10$ bill. She nods at me, and says "You can go in, Marlene." "Thanks, Emily. Nice earrings, by the way." "Thanks," Emily says. "I got them from..."

She talks for a while and for once, I don't really mind it. Then a fifth grader comes and asks to come in and Emil says "Well, bye Marlene! Say hi to your sister for me!", and then I walk in and I can feel my heart beating faster and I look around.

It's not much. The school gym is relatively small. There are colorful lights everywhere, about 50 balloons taped to the wall and a disco ball. The DJ's blasting music and people are dancing. I take a deep breath and keep going, looking for the girls in my class.

A minute later, I find them. Anne, Ana, Sophia, Becca (Rebecca), and Claire are standing at the back, screaming the lyrics of Centuries at each other. I walk over and they look at me, a little surprised that the dark, depressed demon girl (inside joke) is wearing a turquoise, way too low-cut (but with a black bra underneath) knee-length dress that is probably against the dress code instead of the usual baggy shirt and jeans.

"Hey," I say to Anne. "Where are Annika and Katarina?" "Well," she responds. "Annika can't come cause she's got gymnastics and her super-strict coach won't let her come and Katarina's with the eighth graders as usual. I like your dress, by the way. Is it new?"