Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 1 by jeychen5, literature
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Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 1
It goes without saying: school definitely sucks. Big time. Unfortunately, it's also where my entire world did a full 180. Go figure.
The trouble didn't start until the day of my school's annual “Parent Night.” But I guess I should probably start some time before that.
I was in my sixth period American history class, struggling to stay awake as our teacher, Mrs. Tot, droned on about the evolution of the political parties since the early nineteen hundreds and outside social influences and blah blah blah. It was the last class on a Friday and my brain was fried from day-long excessive note taking and two pretest.
This class was th
Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 2 by jeychen5, literature
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Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 2
Imagine the sharpest, loudest, most awful noise you have ever heard in your entire life. Imagine that plus nails on a chalk board, squeaky violin strings, Jar Jar Binks, and the world's loudest, ugliest baby all singing in horrible cacophony.
Okay, now multiply that by six and you'll have a pretty good idea how awful Mrs. Tot's whistle was. She blew it so loud I was surprised that no one came from the auditorium to investigate.
Hayden winced at the noise, her face screwed tight. I covered my ears, but there was no lessening the sound.
Thankfully (or unthankfully) the whistling stopped.
I looked up at Mrs. Tot, who just kept grinning like
Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 3 by jeychen5, literature
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Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 3
When I came to, I was in a bed in a white room.
At first, I had no idea where I was. Then I remembered: the Amphisbaenae, and the fight on the hill. I was poisoned. And Hayden and that Annabeth girl …
My gut twisted. Where were they now?
I sat up on the plush bed. Surprisingly, moving wasn’t painful, and I didn’t feel like I was dying of poison anymore.
I jumped when a voice said next to me, “Oh good. You’re up,”
A sandy haired boy was sitting on a chair next to my bed. He wore an orange shirt, like Annabeth’s, and was reading a copy of the Rolling Stone that looked like it was published in the 1
Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 4 by jeychen5, literature
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Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 4
I have to admit, going to camp definitely beat going to school. Granted the weirdness factor was still there; one of my classes was monster assault techniques, after all. And being taught by nymphs and satyrs was definitely surreal.
But for the most part lessons were taught by the head counselors of each cabin. I spent my days in foot racing, wrestling, archery, you name it.
Okay, so I got my butt handed to me in wrestling by the scary kids in the Ares cabin, and I managed to hit everything but the bull’s eye in archery, but I was getting the hang of Ancient Greek and for the first time I found reading interesting. I excelled at canoe
Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 5 by jeychen5, literature
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Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 5
I moved into the Poseidon cabin immediately that night. Chiron allowed Hayden to help me move my things while everyone else got to finish their s’mores and sing a few more cheesy songs. I felt like I was being exiled while a million pairs of eyes were on me.
Hayden wasn't very talkative during the move, unlike me, who couldn’t shut up when there’s an elephant in the room. I chatted away about stupid, mundane things (like “The marshmallows tonight were extra gooey” and “Do you think that cute Aphrodite guy is a natural blonde?”) in an attempt to ignore the problem.
I was not successful.
We finished
Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 6 by jeychen5, literature
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Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 6
The rest of sword fighting class went smoothly. When it was over, everyone fled the arena to go enjoy their free time before dinner. I was the last one to leave.
Honestly, I was a bit nervous to talk to Percy alone. I mean, I didn’t expect him to skewer me with his sword, declaring “there can be only one!” But at the same time I didn't know what to expect.
I spotted Percy easily— or rather I saw Mrs. O’Leary, then saw him. The Hellhound was on her back receiving a belly rub, her tail thumping on the ground wildly with happiness.
I read in my Greek mythology classes (should I still call it that, since the stori
Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 7 by jeychen5, literature
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Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 7
I sat there, frozen, trying to reboot my brain. A knot began to grow in my stomach. A meteor could’ve smacked into the earth and completely demolished Western Civilization, and I wouldn’t have noticed.
“No,” I finally said. “The Olympians cancelled that oath last summer. The prophecy was already fulfilled. Why are they bothering with me now?” I sounded whiny even to myself, but I felt as if it was partially justified.
“You were born when the oath was still in place,” Chiron explained. “As far as Lord Zeus and some of the other gods see it, your birth was in violation the sacred oath. T
Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 8 by jeychen5, literature
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Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 8
“Argus,” I panted. “What about—”
“He’ll be fine,” Hayden said. “It’s us she wants.”
We barreled down the sidewalk, pushing past tourist and peddlers who swore at us or shrugged and rolled their eyes. I followed Hayden, hoping that she had a plan.
Behind us, Ethel was catching up. She clawed after us on all fours, mowing down pedestrians and yelling, “You will respect my knowledge and DIE!”
“I don’t like the sound of that,” I said.
Hayden pulled her Ono out of her bag. “If it’s any consolation, I liked your answer better than hers.&
Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 9 by jeychen5, literature
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Riding the Waves (PJO and HoO) : Chapter 9
I hate nightmares.
You know the ones where fear engulfs you completely and you can’t move or scream? This one was like that, only ten times worse.
I was back on…that beach. I lay pathetically on the sand as Hayden hacked and slashed at the monsters trying to protect me. She looked determined, angry, and terrified all at the same time.
From beneath us, a woman laughed lazily. It didn’t sound like Amymone. The voice was colder and crueler and older. Her laugh penetrated through the earth and hit me with a chilly blast. My heart went into overtime.
Hayden hefted her axe, ready to strike the jeweled bottom into the sand. I