original pjo/hoo fanfic

Part 1

Chapter 1

I'm not sure how to explain this so I guess I just will. Bear with me will you?

I'm Amelia. I'm 14. Um... I have really long blonde hair. Everyone teases me about my incredible shortness, but it's cool. Guys like a short girl. Makes them feel big.

I go to a tiny private school in Northern Virginia. It's pretty great. Everyone in my class are best friends. We go to school to socialize. If we learn it's an added bonus.

On an amazing field trip to the Chesapeake Bay in 7th grade, we had the idea of a class beach trip. Well, I did, but that's beside the point. Everyone loved the idea and it sort of became a thing.

After a full year of planning, CBT2 was finally upon us. We all piled into our various carpools and made our way to my family's beach house in Bethany beach, DE.

I was in a car with my buddies George and Grace. We agreed that every good trip starts with Alexander Hamilton and ends with Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story.

With Hamilton blaring so loud we had to open the windows to avoid going deaf, and everyone getting secretly emotional at sad parts (Phillip!), the drive passed quickly.

When we got there, we saw the other kids tumbling out of their cars. I had hoped for a more graceful arrival, but you win some you lose some (my legs were STIFF). We were given our room assignments and sent upstairs to get settled.

There was A LOT of screaming involved in the first- I don't know- hour? 2 hours?

My big, muscular friend Joshua found my cousin's rubber band AK (my mistake for not hiding it) and started shooting the tiny guy JB with it. THAT was confiscated quickly.

Then a liberated JB shut himself in a closet and freaked out anyone (namely my mom) who tried to open it. He's kind of the unintentional class clown. Id say about 70 percent of the stuff he does

Fun times.

The girls (Grace) were being very vocal about their unpacking (or lack thereof).

When I was settled (WAY faster than everyone else) I went downstairs to see if my mom needed help with anything.

My mom is a trooper. She had been freaking out about this trip since the last one (even though the last one went well) and she still went ahead and had seven girls and eight boys, all of them 14ish at the beach house. She always gives and never takes even though my dad's been kind awol since I've been around. She said it wasn't his fault. He wanted to be there but he couldn't. She said he was very proud of me from where he was. THat gave me serious mixed messages.

I'm very off topic, allow me to right myself.

"Hey Mom!" I grinned as I ran into the kitchen (I don't walk).

"Hi sweetie," she sighed absently. She was already looking tired as she unpacked food from coolers.

"Anything I can do?" I asked (What a good child I am sometimes. Not enough though).

"Yeah, um," she stared at the loaf of bread she was holding while not really seeing it.

"Mom?" she was definitely NOT with me in mind.

"Why don't you," brief pause, "Ask everyone if they want to go to the beach."

"OK!" I started to bound out of the kitchen.

"Wait!" She called after me. I stopped. Real shame I'd had to, my heartbeat and the sound my feet were making an excellent beat there.

"What?" I groaned.

"Tell them there's a bonfire on the beach, and no one's getting wet."

I thought about arguing, but my mom didn't need that right then and my friends wouldn't quite understand the relationship my mother and I had. She's sort of my best friend and she understands that I never mean to fight her. She always tries to help me calm down and understand how I'm sounding (usually White Witch bad).

I'd also had a sudden urge to listen to Biston and deemed that more worthy of that moment than arguing about getting wet. I knew we would probably get wet anyway.

At first I tried yelling at everyone. After that didn't work several times, I took a deep breath, plugged my ears and screamed.

It was one of my best, and it was VERY effective. Everyone froze wherever they were, no matter what they were doing and stared at me.

"Alright babes," I said taking advantage of the small amount of control I had, "We're going to the beach-" I was impressed to have gotten that far before the din took over again.

"Guys!" I tried. It wasn't working, so i just shut my mouth and waited. My buddy Isabelle, a girl with thick, wavy, dark hair and an amused expression, noticed my annoyance. Its a miracle she was the only one, I was NOT being discrete.

"Shut up!" she yelled for me. No one seemed to care. We looked at eachother and rolled our eyes.

"Alright," I leaned toward her, " We're both going to yell on three, OK?"

"OK," she nodded.

"3, 2, 1,"

We both yelled at the same time.It turned out to be a weird mixture of "Y'ALL!"(me) and "GUYS!" (her). Whatever it was was effective. They ACTUALLY LISTENED.

"We will not be getting wet. We're going for the bonfire on the beach. Try," I raised my voice to keep everyone's attention, "to be quick. We will leave the most ADD of you behind if we have to."

CERTAIN PEOPLE who shall thus far remain nameless, looked a bit offended. They knew who I meant.

I gave the word and everyone ran to their rooms to get their stuff.