Forgive, But Not Forget

CHAPTER 3

[Edited]

Rights go to RICK RIORDAN. Duh, I'm a girl if you did'nt know.

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Emery Winters

I walked through the halls still in half-shock, my mind reeling with thoughts.

I've always been curious about Percy Jackson. He's weird and mysterious. He disappeared for almost a year and he came back with scars and more....muscular....hey! Not like that! I have Zach! Why would I date a wierdo like Jackson anyway?! Where was I? Oh yeah, he became more serious and doesn't talk with anybody. He doesn't show any feelings and doesn't even react when someone punched him *cough* Zach*cough* or make fun of him. We only do it to get a reaction from him. There's also a rumor about him that he is anorexic because he doesn't show up at the school cafeteria. It's because of this rumor that I decided to follow him and there I found out that he goes to the library, which is weird because everyone knows he's dyslexic.
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He was munching on his cookies...and they are blue...what the heck? I was about to leave because I dont want to miss lunch just because I watched someone else eat theirs.

But then I heard a growl. A low growl that sent a chill down my spine. I looked around. Have I imagined it? There'a no way an animal manages to enter the school, much less without raising an alarm. I gulped and stayed as still and quiet as possible. I didn't want to be the target of whatever animal got inside here.

Jackson seemed to have heard also. He slowly stood up and took out a ..... pen. Who the hell carries a pen in their pocket anyway?

His eyes darted around and his muscles tensed. I heard another spine chilling growl and a blur of black lunged at Jackson from his right. (I am located at his left side, a large window at his front.)

I almost screamed, but I choked up when a bronze sword appeared out of nowhere. He rolled away and swung the sword. However the creature moved away. After a close look I realized, with a small whimper, that the creature was a dog. A giant dog with midnight black fur, large white fangs, razor sharp claws, and glowing red eyes with predatory intent to kill.

Jackson stood there, bronze sword in hand, almost looking bored, while the 'creature' growled at him.

For some reason, the scene made a distant memory resurface.

I was in a playground. I have a smile on my face, my small legs are swaying as I sat on one of the swings. Most of the other kids went home already because the sun has almost set.

I jumped from the swing and straightened my dress. A strand of blond hair poked my eye and I swiped it away. I walked, almost ran, back home when I saw two figures ahead of me.

I hid behind a tree at the side of the road, trying to move quietly.

One is really large with his arms streched above his head. The smaller looks to be a girl with a long stick in her hands. The larger bowed his head, his arms streching toward the girl, and charged.

With a whimper and my legs shaking, I realized the 'arms' that I had thought they were,....were actually...horns. Huge bull-like horns.

The girl moved out of the way and stabbed her stick at the creature. My eyes widened when the beast suddenly disappeared in a some sort of yellow powder. The girl put away her 'stick' that had an odd color and walked away as if nothing happened.

My mind became fuzzy. I happily skipped back home.

Now I remember it as clear as day. The 'stick' was actually a sword. A bronze sword. That was what that odd color was, that I didn't know as a child.