Meet The Demigods!

Brooklynne Merensky

Idek when the Magnus Chase Pt. 2 chapter is coming.

If you guys don't even want it, lemme know because I have 0 ideas for it.

Okay more Percabeth but without the "Perc". So basically it's just "Abeth". Or Annabeth. Whatever you wanna call it. But Percy's a plot point.

Also, if you want, I'll write what happened to Annabeth once she got to Percy's house.

IT'S NOT DIRTY, GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER!

LET'S GO!

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I dragged my suitcase across the marble floor. Clack, clack, clack.  I've always hated the noise that made.

Once I saw chairs in my peripheral vision, I sat down on one of them. I blew a strand of brown hair out of my faced and pushed up my "Harry Potter glasses." I had to get to camp before tomorrow morning, all the way from San Francisco! 

A girl sat next to me. She had long curly blonde hair in a ponytail and cold grey eyes. She seemed to be really angry, infuriated even. The girl grumbled about someone named Helen, and her father. Why wasn't she on her phone or doing something?

I would  be on my phone, ya know, if I had one. As a demigod (yeah, I'm a demigod), monsters literally want to brutally murder you. We have this scent that attracts them. Internet makes the scent just about 1000000x worse. 

The girl looked angry, and I thought she could use a helping hand. I turned to her. "Hey, are you okay?"

She looked up at me like it was a miracle someone was speaking to her. "Uh...yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Well, as fine as I can be right now."

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" I asked.

The girl sighed. "My stepmom is a b*tch and my dad couldn't care less about me. I got kicked out. I'm trying to go to my boyfriend's house."

"Your boyfriend lives out of state?"

She nodded. "New York. I'm always welcome there."

Before I can ask her name, she notices something about me. Her eyes are trained on my shirt hidden under my jean jacket. My Camp Half-Blood shirt. She can't see it. I readjusted my jacket but she pulled it away to reveal my shirt. Her eyes widened. I grabbed the jacket from her.

"Listen, that's nothing. It's not important. Just ignore-"

"No, wait." She unzipped her jacket to reveal a similar CHB shirt, but an older model. We made eye contact and smiled big.

"What cabin?" I gushed.

"Cabin 6," she smirked.

"Oh, that's my boyfriend's cabin. Grayson?"

"He never told us he was dating!"

I blushed. "Yeah, well.."

 She snorted. "He's getting reprimanded next time I see him. Anyway, what about you? Wait, lemme guess...10?"

"Nope! 11."

"Nice! I have some friends from there."

"What's your name?"

She frowned. "What's your  name?"

"Brooklynne Merensky, daughter of Hermes ," I whispered the "Hermes" part. "Now, what's your name?"

"You'll treat me differently if you know. Everyone does," she insisted.

"I barely know you! C'mon, please? You look really familiar!" I begged.