Child of lightning-Percy Jackson X reader-Book two

The taxi ride of death

Annabeth was waiting for the three of us in an alley down Church Street. She pulled us off of the sidewalk just as a fire truck screeched past. No doubt heading for Meriwether Prep.

"Where'd you find him?" she demanded, pointing at Tyson.

I raised my eyebrow as I looked between her and Tyson. I could have sworn by the glare she was giving him that he was her vary worst enemy. Which was weird sense, you know she'd never even met him.

"He's my friend," Percy told her.

"Is he homeless?"

My eyes got wide. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Yeah, he can hear you, you know. Why don't you ask him?" Percy asked

She looked surprised. "He can talk?"

"I talk," Tyson admitted. "You are pretty."

"Ah! Gross!" Annabeth stepped away from him.

I couldn't believe she was being so extremely mean. I examined Tyson's hands, which I was sure must've been badly scorched by the flaming dodge balls, but they looked strangely fine—grimy and scarred, with dirty fingernails the size of lays potato chips—but they always looked like that.

"Tyson," I said in disbelief. "Your hands, there okay."

"Of course they are," Annabeth muttered. "I'm surprised the Laistrygonians had the guts to attack you guys with him around."

Tyson seemed fascinated by Annabeth's curly blond hair. He tried to touch it, but she smacked his hand away.

"Annabeth," Percy said, "what are you talking about? Laistry-what?"

"Laistrygonians. The monsters in the gym. They're a race of giant cannibals who live in the far north. Odysseus ran into them once, but I've never seen them as far south as New York before."

"Laistry—" Percy tried to pronounce it. "I can't even say that. What would you call them in English?"

She thought about it for a moment. "Canadians," she decided. "Now come on, we have to get out of here."

"Wait, wait, wait." I stopped her, "I thought Canadians were supposed to be nice people. Are you saying the entire country is just made up of monsters?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes, "really Joey? Did you lose a few brain cells since last summer."

That just made me even more confused. "No, I'm serious-"

"The police'll be after us." Percy interrupted

"That's the least of our problems," she said. "Have you been having the dreams?"

"The dreams..." Percy started, "about Grover?"

Her face turned pale. "Grover? No, what about Grover?"

Percy told her his dream. I felt like I should have also told them about my weird...Visions? I don't know if that's the right name for them. They felt more like memories. Like things that had somehow been erased from my head and now were drawing themselves back in. Before I could say anything about that though I just had to ask, "what were you dreaming about?"

Her eyes looked stormy, like her mind was racing a million miles an hour.

"Camp," she said at last. "Big trouble at camp."

That made Percy perk up. "My mom was saying the same thing! But what kind of trouble?"

"I don't know exactly. Something's wrong. We have to get there right away. Monsters have been chasing me all the way from Virginia, trying to stop me. Have you had a lot of attacks?"