Daughter of Olympus

SOFIE POV : NEVER LET GO

"Jacob," I warned. "You better not go there". Jacob started to pout, "But Sofie,". I crossed my arms, "Jacob, they could catch you". He stood up and pecked my lips. "I'll be fine" he assured. I smiled, "Fine, but don't expect me to come after you". Jacob gave a thumbs up and sprinted to that big old arch. I sighed, they could catch him. By they, I mean police officers and lawyers. You see, we both ran away from home about a few weeks ago, and things were not doing so good. We barely got any food, and these monsters kept chasing us. By monsters, I mean real monsters. I know that might sound crazy, but it's true. It's not like my dad would care. Jacob's mom wouldn't have cared either. And by the way, my name is Sofie with a F, not PH. I sat sown on the ground and tried to tie my hair into a ponytail. Like always, I failed. I sighed. I remember Jacob saying 'It's fine, you look better with your black hair out anyway'. I giggled, I really do love him. Few moments later, I heard a loud scream. Darn it, that sounded like Jacob. I sprinted to the arch. There he was, held by a few 16 year olds. "Jacob!" I yelled, running after him. Big mistake. Half of the kids came after me. The leader of the group was an emo kid. he put on a smile and said, "It's ok, we won't hurt you". He held me and I squirmed and screamed. I yelled a few words that I can't really repeat. He dragged me and Jacob inside the arch. A centaur galloped twards me. "A-A centaur?" I gasped. He smiled and said, "Let them go". Almost immediatly, the emo kid realesed us. Next to me stood a extremely beautiful girl. She had soft blonde hair that fell below her hips. She had sea-green eyes that swirled as if her eyes were the ocean. She tied a plaid shirt around her waist and was wearing a crop top that said 'Who said nothing is possible. I've been doing nothing for years'. A guy about her age stood behind her. He had dark blue eyes and ruffled brown hair. He kind of looked like Jacob, minus the eyes. In the akward silence, the emo kid said, "Umm, you have pretty eyes?". I scowled, I hate it when people notice my eyes. They are orange, with a hint of gold. Occasionaly, it's silver. I hate them so much, I purposely grew my hair long to cover it up.