1It basically all started with that kid not dying. Then my day got even weirder.
Hello. My name is Celeste Martinez. I’m thirteen, I have silver hair and sea-green eyes. I also happen to be dyslectic. Now, about that kid. He looked about fifteen, with black hair, sea-green eyes, and an orange shirt that said, CAMP HALF-something. Right after the bell rang at school, he headed for the pier, and I followed him because I'd never seen him before, so… Anyways, he jumped off the pier, and I wondered, why in the whole world is he jumping into the water with his clothes on? He stayed under for about fifteen minutes. Maybe he was staying down to have some afternoon tea with the sea horses, ha ha ha. I was about to go tell my teacher, Mrs. Baryel, “THIS WEIRDO JUST JUMPED INTO THE HARBOR AND DROWNED!” When he emerged on the beach a little ways away from me- completely dry. And then all hell broke loose. A huge, brown dog, a hellhound, judging from my limited knowledge of mythology, leapt past him, and then towards me! Aqua-Boy turned, grabbed a pen (That will be soooo helpful. Pens are such good weapons to wield against hellhounds, wow). Then Aqua-Boy was holding a sword- a pen sword- and charged the hellhound. So, I did the natural thing. I yelled, “YAAAAAAAAAAA!” And the ocean behind me… exploded. A fist appeared, and just stood there, as if waiting for commands. Buuuuuut stuff like this never happens to people in real life, so, I’ll just tell the hand what to do! I thought giddily. “FIST!” I screamed. “GET THE BIG DOGGIE!” And the water-fist squashed the hellhound just as Aqua-Boy was about to stab it with his very helpful sparkle-gold pen sword. He stared at me. “Chum,” I said, because my cousin is originally British, “what is UP with the gold, sparkly pen-sword, and what in the name of Picasso are you doing?” “N-name of Picasso?” He stammered. “This isn’t a sparkly gold sword. THIS is a baseball bat.” “Baseball bat?” I said quizzically. “Where is this baseball bat, and who are you?” “I am holding the baseball bat,” he replied. “And I am Percy.” “Purse-y?” I asked. “P-U-R-S-E-Y?” “No,”he replied. “Percy. With a P.” “They both have P’s,” I snapped. “Now, who are you again, Mr. Purse “P.” He said. “E-R-C-Y.” “Percy.” I grumbled. “Yeah,” he said. “Now, tell me about Fisty.” While I was in the middle of “Explaining” what happened, a girl with rather curly blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, jeans, stormy gray eyes, and an orange shirt that matched Percy’s strode in. If I squinted, I could read, CAMP HALF- BLOOD. Camp Half-Blood? I wondered. What could that mean? IF they were half-bloods of some kind, what were they half of? What if I was one of them? Anyways, the girl strode over. Her thunderstorm eyes flashed. “Percy.” Percy looked her in the eye. “Hi, Annabeth.” “And this is…?” Annabeth demanded. “Ummmm…” Percy muttered. “This is…” “Celeste,” I supplied. “Celeste Martinez.” “Celeste Martinez,” Percy clarified, looking a bit too hard at Annabeth. He then mouthed, Demigod. Now, let me explain. Over dinner, me and my friend Alicia mouthed to each other all the time. So, naturally, I was very good at reading lips. Yay. “Demigod?” I couldn’t help it. It was the wrong thing to say, I know, but what choice did I have? This whole thing, Alexander the Crusher, Percy staying under for so long, Percy coming out dry, the hellhound… Just as I was about to say, “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?” A huge, deep, WOOF! Saved us all. Or, I suppose, Percy and Annabeth. “Mrs. O’Leary!” Percy yelled. “HEEL.” “Where are we going?” I demanded. “A safe haven for people like us,” Annabeth said. A huge, hulking hellhound appeared. She had a collar with a skull and crossbones name tag that read, -Mrs. O’Leary- In nice cursive. “Hell… Hellhound!” I managed. “Don’t worry,” Annabeth said, rolling her eyes. “This is Mrs. O’Leary, Percy’s pet.” “He has a hellhound for a pet?” I demanded. “I know, right?” Annabeth said. “And, yes, he does. This is our ride to camp.” <***> As Mrs. O’Leary crested a hill, there stood a pine tree with a slight golden-y glow around it. “This is your test to get in,” Annabeth explained. “To see if you’re a…” “Demigod?” I finished. “Yeah.” Annabeth replied. “Oh!” Percy exclaimed suddenly. “Which parent of yours is missing, mom or dad?” Okay, pause. I know you’re all thinking, Celeste, running off with two weird kids on their giant dog is a really bad idea, Blah, blah, blah, and/or, run away! Scary doggie! AAAAHHH! And, if you’re thinking that last one, shut this book. Right now. You are going to think that the whole time. So, if that is you, GO AWAY NOW. Anyways. Thing is, I had been attacked by people, kissed by fish, had really bad dreams and all kinds of other stuff, so, a safe haven for people like us- like me- sounded pretty great. Back to the story. “Uh, dad,” I muttered. Percy and Annabeth both paled, but Annabeth then muttered, “Okay. we’re going to see Chiron.” Chiron. How typical. Off to meet the immortal trainer of heroes, who is half horse. A centaur. Michael Hernandez (Age 16) Added: "Celeste," Chiron said, "You mean to tell me that you never, never, never knew you could do, well, anything cool or interesting?" "Well," I replied, "maybe I thought with ADHD and Dyslexia I couldn't. Anyhoo, I thought, maybe it would listen to me. So I talked. It listened through hidden ears. And I even came here to boot. But, as Mother says, 'THAT NEVER HAPPENS!'" COMMENT YOUR ADDITIONS BELOW!
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