Bab 4: The day it went bad. . .
Wasn't it yesterday? Why today again? Why me? Well, I've had worse days.
As physically and mentally tired as my body is of cleaning up all the mess yesterday I instinctively wake up in a hop to hear the veterans of the Apolo cottage knock on my door as they say a joyful- inspection time!-.
I hit my head on Tayson's bunk and Heard a crack, I hope it wasn't my head, or worse, the bed, I hope it wasn't the bed.
I take off my pajamas as quickly as possible while trying to get up and make my bed at the same time.
I'm still looking for the garbage I had to hide under my bed when I remember that now Tayson always tidies our cottage before the inspection.
Save! I answer the son of polo with a- You can enter! - But then I remember that I am only wearing underwear.
- Wait, wait, not yet! - I try desperately to warn the children of Apolo.
- No way we'll give you time to throw the mess under the bed, Percy!
Too late, when the Frisbee came in, I see he was no one but Will, Nico's boyfriend.
When our eyes met I could finish wearing my pants again, but now they were inside out. I'm not gonna start taking them out now so all I want is for this to end as soon as possible.
— Ha, that's why you wanted me to wait, all right I'll be outside, by the way, you're late for breakfast you better hurry. - with this, the son of Apolo simply walks out the door as if nothing had happened.
I was really lucky this time if it was any other. I bet They would be laughing at my situation by now. Maybe today is not such a bad day after all? Well, today is Thursday. I think I can abandon my hopes. Or rather, we'll drown them at breakfast.
While I'm wearing the rest of my clothes, I realize something. He gave me extra time, didn't he? When I'm ready to leave Will goes into a crawl in my chalet with a clipboard and pen in hand, ready to jot down my name on the list of disorganized. Realizing that there is nothing to write down, he gives me a look that does not seem either disapproving or satisfied.
- You have a great brother Percy, a really good one.
— Yeah, I thought you got used to that. - I say triumphantly.
- You will always be on the list of disorganized people, whether you are on it or not.
Will is a nice guy, but still a son of Polo, nothing against, or just a little bit.
On the way to the cafeteria my mood worsens again, remains, this is all that remains in the trays of the ghostly canteen (not because of the invisible waitresses, but because it is empty anyway). Is it just me or is the weather getting bad too?
The only good thing about being the last is that you can eat as much as you want, the bad thing is there's not much to eat there. I really should have saved one of those Tayson sandwiches for breakfast.
As soon as I finish everything I put it on my tray and a bell rings reminding me I'm late for my Ancient Greek lessons.
After a scolding in front of a camp room, the great hero of the prophecy I sit in the back seats and pretends to understand everything Quirion says.
One thing I don't understand until today. If we already know ancient Greek by instinct and everyone in this room suffers from terrible dyslexia and ADHD, why did Quirion insist on giving the camp lessons himself since last year?
I liked him more as my Latin teacher.
After a dramatic lesson that looks more like a fight to the death against the Greek book, the daily harvest of the strawberries is extremely refreshing, the day is beautiful and the cool breeze in the middle of summer, will my luck improve from now on?
The next class is the monster fighting technique, it's great for extravagance and terrible for my muscles, honestly, there's not much else I can learn from these classes after six years of fighting monsters, I just don't know why I'm no longer one of the instructors in this class! Is it because I fight Greco-Roman?
Unfortunately, my mood goes back to black as fast as it had improved. If there's anything worse than Ancient Greek lessons these are Greek mythology lessons, and all on the same day! Only in this class did I realize that I had never met Annabeth today. um. . . It's probably because of what happened yesterday. I sincerely hope she forgives me soon, spending mythology class without someone decoding it into English is infernally boring.
I mean, it is much more practical to know what they are by fighting them.
When lunchtime comes my heart leaps for joy, I would not stand another second in that room, and still with a guilty conscience because of Annabeth's ice now it's time to end it and have a beautiful afternoon with a Greco-Roman fight!
The canteen is as full as at breakfast. Is it just my impression or are our numbers growing every day? Are the gods In heat or what?
Soon they will begin to accommodate the children of Aphrodite in the cottage of Zeus! Another resemblance to this morning was the wheel around the wizard-boy. This time he conjures a tall adult man of extremely common appearance in normal clothes, but who stands out in the gang of colorful teenagers wearing identical orange T-shirts. The man seems extremely nervous with all the excitement, around him, but takes no action.
I've seen one of these before, when I had just entered the camp I had a son of Hecate who walked there and for here always being followed by a kind of butler who obeyed any command of the conjurer.
Besides, nothing's out of the ordinary. Well, one thing is different, I haven't met Annabeth yet and it's getting weird. What if something happened to her?
I sit at my table with my usual companions and ask:
- Do you have any idea where Annabeth might be?
- Ignoring you and running away from you all day because of the incident with the newbie? Responds Taysom with his usual sincerity.
- It can't be that it was a very small incident for her to avoid me all day, I even cleaned up my mess!
— Maybe it's not just because of yesterday's if you count when you blew up the dock because you knew your little sister was being born, the incident of Jason's funeral, and there was also that time you got sick and, oh, our dear, you've been awful lately. All this happened just this month! - Gently answers my good friend Grover. Unfortunately, he has a good point, I've been really out of control these past few days.
— I don't know what's happening to me. You know, lately, I feel like the world is just as crazy as when we had to deal with the end of the world and the difference is that I can't freak out on some Minotaur out there. - I have barely began to eat when I sense a familiar presence behind me.
— And not only that, the world has almost ended very often. The problem is that we are not the ones who have to clean up the mess, but some other unknown child of a god from another mythology and it has been pissing me off! - By the beard of Zeus, it is Annabeth behind me, after giving me ice all afternoon.
- Since when. Oh, wait. So. . aren't you mad at me?- It doesn't hurt to try, does it?
- In part Percy, you've been awful to deal with lately.
- Yeah, I've been told that, so why have you been avoiding me all morning? You didn't even go to mythology class!
— I'm sorry that you felt the guilty sweedhead, but I got a little lost in a survey with Leo and I forgot that I gave you the ice.- just Annabeth to forget about those things, anyway. Apology accepted.
- What kind of research? - Understand my side, coming from Leo anything is possible, literally since even from the dead he came back.
- Actually, I suppose I should have told you earlier. . .
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