I sigh again. I saw the girl I'm meant to...I dunno what but the gods keep giving me visions of her. This guy was talking to her but their words were just white noise. I saw the way he was moving and the way he was flirting with her and I felt sad. She was continuously trying to get by him and kept shoving him away until he hit her hard enough to leave a bruise. I see red everywhere.
I was angry at the guy for hitting her and even angrier at myself for not being allowed to help her until she asked me to. I mean who would hit an angel like her? No Nico. Don't think of her that way. She's never intentionally hurt anyone except for muck-around fights with her siblings.
She has (H/T) dyed black hair with neon (F/C) streaks. Her hair is (H/L) and shines brightly in the sun. She is (H), with a/an (F). She always has little cuts and bruises on her legs and permanent scars. Unlike other girls, she wears them like one would wear a crown, with pride and dignity.
In summer she lives in black or (F/C) singlets and black and blue denim shorts. In spring and autumn, she wears print t-shirts with things like zombies, superheroes, and quotes along with black or neon tights. In winter and cooler weather, she wears (F/C) or black pants, long-sleeved shirts, warm jumpers, and leather jackets.
"Nico. Stop it you're killing the grass." Percy says sensing my mood change thanks to the grass.
"Shut it Barnacle face," I mutter looking down at the dead grass all around me.
"Nico. Snap out of it. You'll p*ss the tree dryads off." Annabeth says and I walk off locking myself in my cabin.
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FanfictionYou ran away from everything with your two brothers Blake and Hamish. You weren't fully related to either of them but you couldn't leave them with that drunk woman. After making it to camp half-blood you constantly feel that safe feeling of some per...
