I know the title seems racist but it's not, it has nothing to do with racism. Read and you will find out why it's called this :)
Also I do not own Percy Jackson or any of these photos, the characters and everything belong to Rick Riordan but the plo...
"OH HONEY LOOK AT YOU!!! Make-up is not going to fix this..." Celia cried out as soon as she saw me. Bean gasped and Italy... well she was sobbing.
"Guys is not that bad-"
"Say one more word about how bad is it and I will blow up your world." Celia growled.
"Ooookkkkkkaaayyyyy then." Bean snorted. I chuckled.
Of course I wouldn't tell them, but I felt awful. You know what it feels like the first day of being sick, yeah that x5 it what I felt like.
My stomach did a flip, and I ran for the bathroom. I threw up in the toilet. My mouth felt like fire. "OH MY GODS ARE YOU PREGNANT?! IS IT OLIVE???????????? SPILL GIRL SPILLLLLLL." Italy squealed in delight.
I gasped for air. "No, not close." Then threw up again. "Shhhh don't lie to me." Italy danced around the room. Bean sat next to me and held my hair up, rubbing my back.
46 minutes later, of throwing up and Italy and Celia squealing "BABIESSSS"
I coughed and leaned back. "Are you good?" Bean asked. "Yeah." I flushed the toilet and stumbled over to the bed. "Have you guys got any clothes?" I asked wearily. "GIRL, is that even a question? Duh." Celia clapped her hands.
She raced into her bag, and pulled out a black shirt, a Green plaid skirt, and black tights, with white converse.
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I walked into the bathroom. They fight me perfectly, and the converse were super comfortable.
"Thank you so much." I hugged them. I was the shortest of the group but I didn't care. I loved them so much. I choked back a sob.
Something clicked outside, and everything went gold.
Bean POV
Iris backed away, her eyes pure gold, no white or pupils. Her hair turned black. (A/N what she looks like at the top screen) She started giggling.
"Iris?" I asked cautiously. I grabbed my bobby-pin and it turned into my spear. "Iris."
Iris walked towards the window. She opened it and leaned forward. "NO!" I cried. I grabbed her waist just as she jumped. I lurched forward, but I held my stance."BEAN!!!" Celia ran forward helping me up.
Once we were back Iris collapsed. Her hair returned chestnut, and her eyes returned her unique hazel. Even thought her eyes were open she lurched forwards, as if she just had a nightmare.
"The. Hell. Was. That?" I panted. Iris shook her head and grabbed her right wrist and curled up into a ball. She covered her mouth with her left hand, her right arm extended. She whimpered.
"Iris?" She shook her head again. I grabbed her extended wrist. I gasped.
Φύλακας
Which translated to Keeper... or Guardian. Either she was pure evil, keeper, or she was going to save us all, Guardian. Whatever she just turned into must've been from this?
"I've got to get to Olympus." She whispered, standing up.
"I'll take you, cmon." I dropped her wrist and pulled down her sleeve.
"No, I've a,ready scared you enough."Iris took a shaky breath. "I love you guys. Please remember that."and walked out the door, leaving me with Celia and Italy, both wearing horror looks on their faces.
