The Next Oracle ( Percy Jackson Fan Fiction)

Percy Jackson and The Next Oracle

Percy Jackson and The Next Oracle 

Chapter 1

I met Percy Jackson on a Wednesday. Admittedly, this isn’t a big factor in the grand scheme of things, and the fact that I first saw Percy on a Wednesday does not really affect the story. But I hate Wednesdays, so to me, it was kind of a big deal. I’d always hated Wednesdays, for several different reasons, but that Wednesday became known to me as the day the world flipped.

The morning of the aforementioned Wednesday I was late (like I usual) for Mr.Preacher’s eight grade English class. Mr.Preacher is wider than he is tall, and resembles, as Sam pointed out the other day, an angry ape. His teaching skills even more so.  Which did not help my cause whatsoever.

Anyways, I was late for the third day in a row, which meant that I’d get detention. But I walked into his class anyways, and ignored the looks I was receiving from his students, and took my regular back of the class seat next to Sam and the text books. I leaned over to say hi to him, when my name was mentioned.

“ Which brings us to the seventeenth century paragraphing system, and detention for you, Harrison.” Preacher announced to the class.

I winced, and then Sam and I caught his eye and we both started to laugh. We hid it and he smirked at me. “Shut up, its not my fault. My mom wouldn’t give me a ride.” I whispered to him.

He ignored me and I went back to not listening to the lesson. Easy to do, really, because all I could think about that guy with the scar at the park. I shook my head, forget it, Charlie. He was just some creep. I swept my fingers through my long blond hair. Forget it Charlotte.

My mind wandered in and out of the class, only half listening to Preacher, as he droned on about the powerful meanings behind boring quotes, and some test that we’d be having. At the end of the class Sam slipped me his notes from the class and rolled his eyes at me.

“I’m not going take your notes every class, Charlie.” He told me, swinging his bag over his shoulder.

I grinned at him and stayed silent. Yeah he will, I  whispered in my head.

It went on like this all morning until  the bell finally rang for lunch. Sam and I usually go behind the school by the park and eat our lunch there. We started to walk there when I got skittish. This is the place where the Scar Boy was last night. What if he’s still here? I stopped in my tracks.

“Hey, Sam, lets eat somewhere else today.” I announced.

He gave me an annoyed look and kept walking. “ No way, the park’s the perfect spot. Come on.” He urged.

I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it so I just followed him silently.

At the park we sat down on our regular bench and I watched him as he opened up his lunch. I awkwardly observed our surroundings. There was nobody else here. But then why did I feel so watched right now? I tried to shake off the feeling while we ate.

“You okay?” Sam asked.

“yeah, I’m fine. Something happened yesterday, I-“

“Did James talk to you? Listen, I know that he can be believable, but you just cant think about what he says. He just wanted the attention, you know? He doesn’t know what he’s saying, he just wants to start crap. Like always he-“

“What?” I interrupted.

What does James have anything to do with this? Whats going on.

Sam just starred at me, making me wonder what the hell he was talking about. “ What are you talking about?” I demanded, setting down my coke.

“Oh uh it’s nothing. Whatever It’s not important....” he began, just as I stood up.

I think I saw him again. That guy with the scar.  A blur ran across the field behind the building. Yeah, thats defiantly him alright.

“come on.” I said, grabbing Sam’s hand and tugging him after me.

“Where are we going?” He asked, jogging to keep up.

I didnt answer him, and instead ran into an alley and hid behind a dumpster. Was he coming? Did we get away? Did we see him? I crouched and tugged on Sam’s sleeve to make him do the same.

“Charlie, what’s going on.” Sam demanded.

I opened my mouth to say something, but then was overcome with this feeling something was above me I widened my eyes and jumped to the side, grabbing Sam with me. And then, a second later a net fell on the spot we had moved from.

“Charlie!” Sam yelled. 

I turned to run, but there he was standing ten feet away. Blue shirt, jeans, blond hair, and that scar that ran down his face. He had come back.

“You. Go.” He spoke in a doubled voice, a different voice, and held up his hand as if he was blowing something away.

Sam turned away from me with a dreamy expression on his face and I grabbed a hold of him and called out his name. It was like he was a zombie. It was like he couldn’t hear me, and walked away from without saying a word. I turned to run after him but the guy stopped me by grabbing onto my wrist.

“Let go!” I cried, trying to get myself free of him.

“Hey! Calm down, take it easy. I just want to talk to you. I’m the good guy.” He said.

I glared at him. Yeah right!

“No really. Hey, it’s okay. I’m here to help you, I’m like you. I’m like you.” He said calmy.

Now that got my attention. “Like me? Like me how?” I asked, still seething, but I had stopped moving.

“You’re special. You probably have ADAD, dyslexia too. Don’t know who your parent is, had a lot of fights, had a lot of weird things happen to you over the years, yeah?” He said.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Listen you stalker, you don’t know who you’re dealing with because –“

“I can tell you why, you know.” He interrupted. His blue eyes gleamed, making him look even more sinister.

“Why what?” I asked.

“Everything. Why your dad left, why you have a rough time, why you feel things before they happen.” He led on, eyeing me carefully while he talked.

I turned to face him. Now this I wanted to hear.