People Meet Percabeth

Lillian Butler

I was going to make up another character, but I had this idea in my head already so I wrote this. Ps, these people and Lillian were the group of friends in the last 2 chapters.

Hi, I'm Lillian Butler. I'm one of Charlotte's best and many friends. You heard her's, and our, story of meeting the famous Percabeth.

Now, it's time for mine, and the others, story of how we found out that something very shocking about ourselves.

How that we are demigods.

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I stood in the kitchen, making my father's favorite, spaghetti and meatballs. He told me he's loved it since watching The Lady and The Tramp. That's his favorite movie in the entire world.

I stirred the pasta in the big pot, as my dad absolutely loved leftovers. In our house, food never goes to waste.
I heard the door unlock and footsteps. Huh, I guess dad is here early today.

A man walked in, wearing a big black raincoat and red umbrella. He was trying to close it, but with no avail.

I smiled. "Here dad, let me try." I closed the umbrella with ease and handed it to him.

He chuckled. "Thank you, Lil. What I do without you?"

"An open umbrella," I smirked. "And no yummy spaghetti and meatballs from your awesome daughter."

Dad laughed and kissed my head. "Of course! I have the best cook in the universe!"

I rolled my eyes. "Dad! I'm the best! I'm just good."

He sat down at the little dining table. "Well," he replied,"If you're just a good cook, then I'm a terrible gardener."

Of course, my dad was kidding. He was such a talented gardener. He's even got the awards to prove it.

My dad, Dimitros Butler, was a plant geneticist. That might sound boring or stupid, but it's very interesting. My dad has always had a passion for plants. That's how he and mom fell in love.

Dad called my mom a goddess. She had dark brown hair and grass green eyes. My dad called her a 'plant freak.' She loved nature and the earth. She left dad and I not long after I was born. I don't know why she did, where she went, or anything. If I ask dad, he'd get very solemn and upset.

My dad didn't take it very well. After mom left, he became very stressed and nervous. His red hair, now mostly gray, was streaked with gray hair. His bright green eyes, now dull. At least, that's what my grandmother told me.

That didn't mean he wasn't joyful. He's still playful and funny. He sang with me, just doing normal stuff with me.

After I was done with the pasta, I made two plates and we ate.

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"Woah, Lillian, you should really open the curtains for a more natural light," suggested Charlotte.

I squinted my eyes as she parted my light blue curtains. "Well, the view outside isn't much to look at."

Charlotte looked outside to see a brick wall. She chuckled nervously while closing the curtains. "Guess you're right Lils."

Diana plopped on my bed next to me. "Thanks for helping us get ready for our dates, Lily."

I smiled. "No big deal, Di." Out of all my friends, Diana was the only one besides my grandma to call me Lily. In return, I was the only one, not even Trevor, to call her Di.