RED » N. BOBOFIT

1 | loving him is like driving a new maserati

Nancy's POV

When someone with horns and goat legs appears in front of you the appropriate reply is to scream and run. That's what I did... or tried too do. The satyr like creature grabbed my arm and turned me around so we were face to face. "Help!" I screamed but no one was around. That's what I get for taking out the trash at 5 am behind my apartment building in the middle of New York.

The satyr put his hand over my mouth and whispered, "Shhhh, Nancy,".

"Grover?"I whispered behind his fingers.

"Nancy... come with me. This is not a kidnapping." Grover removed his hand. "You're in danger."

"No, you don't get to push me around." I tried to run around Grover to get out of the alley and onto the main road, but a boy jumped off the surrounding building and landed right in front of me.

He was wearing a black hoodie and jeans. His hood was up so I couldn't see his face, except for his bright sea green eyes. He quickly turned and stabbed the air with a sword that appeared from his pocket. A grunt escaped in the place where he had stabbed. The boy kept slashing the air and every time he hit, the air grunted. Finally, an image started to become clear in front of me. A form of a ugly Cyclops crystallized, lying on the ground twitching. It had black dreadlocks and yellow teeth. The boy in black stood over it, his sword raised in front of him, ready to make the final strike and kill the Cyclops. He then brought his sword down and finished it off. The Cyclops disappeared.

The boy turned and faced me. He started to get really angry. His voice was low and husky. "That's why you need our help. You brought it here. You are a danger to yourself and others." His voice then softened and he stage whispered, "We can help you. Come with us. We know a place where you can be safe."

I turned and looked around. Then, I pinched myself. It hurt. I guess I wasn't dreaming. But how... "Fine," I turned back to the boy.

"Come," he said and ran out of the alley and onto the main road. His sword disappearing as he ran. There a taxi sat, still running. Three old women sat smushed in the two front seats.

The boy and Grover got in the car. I got in after them, smushed between the two. The boy smelled like the sea and Grover smelled like pine trees. I turned to the boy. "What's your name?"

He turned to Grover, who nodded. "Percy, and you already know Grover, right?"

"Yeah..." I said.

"What's your name?" Percy asked.

"Nancy. Nancy Bobofit."

Because we were packed so tight together I could see when his face turned white like a sheet of paper. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing, nothing," Percy replied, a few octaves higher than a teenage boy's voice would usually be.

"Fare?" Asked one of the women up front.

Percy looked confused. "I already paid you."

"No you paid for us waiting in the parking lot for you. Now you have to pay to get somewhere." This time another of the ladies spoke. Both of them hadn't pronounced their words right and made me wonder if they had any teeth.

Percy must have read my thoughts when he said, "They share a tooth and an eye. One of each for the three of them." I turned to see if he was joking. "It's true. You'll see when we start driving. He then handed one of the women a gold coin. It looked as if it was shining.

Finally, we took off. Then, I heard whining.

"Give me the eye!"

"No! You had it last time!"

"But I'm the one driving!"

"But I'm doing my taxes!"

"What taxes?"

All throughout the ride the whining and yelling continued but we didn't hit any cars or lampposts, even though our driver had one or no eyes at all. All the mailboxes and buses seemed to move out of the way when we came near them.

Finally, the taxi stopped. I though I had to puke, so I got out of the car quickly. Grover came after me and actually did puke a little ways left of the taxi. I managed no to, though. Once, Percy was out of the car, the taxi drove away.

"Come on," Percy started making his way into a forest of trees to the right of a road marked: Way to Montauk Beach.

"I've been there before." I said pointing to the sign. Percy smiled a little bit. He had taken his hood down and I finally saw his face clearly for the first time. He had the same hair as a kid I used to go to school with. The kid was named Percy, too, but I knew the Percy in front of me was not the same kid I bullied in school, many years ago. That kid was scrawny and couldn't even lift half of his weight. The Percy in front of me was strong, something the kid I went to school long ago wasn't. Plus, this Percy had a tattoo, and I knew the old Percy's mom well enough that she would never have her allowed her son to get ink carved into his skin.

Percy stopped walking when we reached two trees both ten feet apart from each other. "Can you see camp yet?" He asked.

"What camp?" I asked looking around.

"Just relax... let your mind wander."

I did as he told and thought about the Cyclops and the weird taxi drive. Finally I saw it. Just like with the Cyclops, the entrance to camp started to materialize. The entrance was two large stone pillars with a sign between them. I couldn't read the sign at first, but with a little more mind-wandering I saw it read: Camp Half-Blood.

"What's the other half?" I ask turning to Percy.

"What?"

"What's the other half? Wizard, Cyclops, god?"

"God," Percy said as if he was stating his favorite color. Grover cleared his throat a little too loudly, and Percy turned. "Oh, and other things too."

"Like half goat?" I was about to laugh, but then though better of it.

"Yeah...now come on." Percy turned towards the pillars.

In the distance behind a hill, I saw strawberry patches and cabins. They were big cabins of all different sizes and colors. Plus, a worn down house that needed a new coat of paint, and a huge sparkling lake the reflected the sun's light.

Percy turned to me and smiled, "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."

Ok. I am so sorry about grammar and spelling issues. This will be revised later. I will try to update as soon as I can. Also, word count: 1106. Wow!!