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Friday, March 27, 2009

Author's Note

Hey, ya'll! So sorry that I still haven't posted the next chapter in my PJATO fanfic, but between school, homework, family, friends, writer's block, and plain ol' laziness, I just haven't been able to get around to it. Plus I need to get my hands on a copy of The Titan's Curse, which I don't own and therefore need to either borrow from a friend or get from the library. So as soon as I do that, figure out where the heck I'm taking this thing, and actually WRITE the dang chapter, I'll post it for ya. 

So yes.
Catch ya later, guys!!!!
Peace and Hufflemuffins
CJ

Friday, February 20, 2009

Murderous Cheerleaders, Freaky Diets, and (Not-So) New Crushes

Hey, everyone! It's good to finally be back after not updating for soooooooo loooooooong!!!!!!!! So sorry for the absence, but I haven't had a lot of time to update my stories for a while. Thank God for winter break, though. So yeah, here's the next chapter: 

  “You seem a bit off today. Everything okay?” Fern and I were in gym class. Whenever our class plays basketball, I’m a team captain. And whenever I’m team captain, I always chose Fern, Fleet and Rusty. None of them were very good at sports, and Fern and Fleet did limp a bit when they walked, but they were amazingly fast when they ran. 

            “What? Oh, yeah, uh-huh, sure…” I trailed off, not really sure what she had been asking me in the first place.

            “Diana? Are you even listening to me? Diana? Diana!”

            I jumped. “What? Oh, sorry, Fern. Can you repeat that for me?”

            She rolled her eyes. “What is up with you today? You’ve been acting so weird!”

            Me? Weird? “What makes you say that?”

            We were doing laps around the gym. As we ran around, she counted off all the ways I’d been acting ‘weird’ today. “You seem really spacey, you know? Like you can’t help but not pay attention. Like something’s on your mind that you can’t stop thinking about. Do you want to talk about it?”

            “I’m fine, Fern. Seriously. You know if something was wrong, I would tell you.”

            “Okay then….” She followed my line of vision, and gasped. “Fleetwood! Fleetwood? Fleetwood? Are you serious, Diana? My brother?

            “What about your brother?” I snapped. I felt my face turn red. She looked at me expectantly. “What? Oh, come on, Fern! Are you kidding me? Me and Fleet? Man, that’s a scary image!” Fleet? And me? Together? No way! 

            “Okay then….” Her voice trailed off. “You’re staring.”

            “What? No, I’m not.”

            “Yes you are.”

            “Yes I am what?”

            “Staring!”

            “I am not!”

            “You’re doing it again.”

            “Urgh! I’m gonna go talk to him!”

            “What for?”

            “Those cheerleaders he’s talking to are really starting to get on my nerves!”

            I stomped across the gym to the other side, where Fleet was in the process of flirting with two members of the cheerleading squad. Man, I despise cheerleaders.

            The two he was talking to were especially irritating. One was a gorgeous, shapely blonde. And when I say shapely, I mean shapely. And her friend wasn’t any better. The one on Fleet’s other side was a bouncy redhead, brushing her long, flowing locks from her face as she laughed. Blondie held out an apple to him. I found myself thinking, He takes that apple and I’ll shove it up his nose.  

            So of course he swallows half the thing in one bite.

            I watched as he turned to Blondie and said something to her. I assume whatever he said was funny, because she started cracking up like she hadn’t even heard of humor until then.

            He had his back to Redhead as he continued to joke around with Blondie. I saw Redhead reach into her skirt pocket and pull out a black Sharpie marker. Suddenly, my vision flickered, and the Sharpie turned into a bronze dagger, then back to a Sharpie again. What the heck? My vision went screwy again—dagger, Sharpie, dagger, Sharpie, dagger. She drew back her arm, positioned it as if to sta—NO!

            I launched myself at Fleet, throwing my body on top of his. We landed on the gymnasium floor with an oomph. 

            “Di….Diana? What was that?” Fleet sat up, rubbing his head.

            “That redheaded girl! She had a knife! She…. She was going to…” I trailed off. Where was she? Where were either of them? Blondie and Redhead had disappeared, as if they had never been in the room at all.

            “You…. You mean Vicki?”

            “Oh, so that’s her name? Vicki?” I snapped. Fleet put his hands up, as if in surrender.

            “What’s with the attitude?” I rolled my eyes.

            “Oh, don’t you lecture me about my attitude, Fleetwood Cabillo! You were almost stabbed in the back by a cheerleader who just randomly disappears, and you’re going to try to lecture me on my attitude? Are you joking me?”

            He put a finger to my lips. “Okay, Di. Calm down, alright? Just tell me what happened, slowly, okay?”

            I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed. “Okay, I came over to talk to you, and I saw you talking to those two cheerleaders. I saw you turn to the blonde one and start joking around. Then the redhead pulled out a bronze knife…. well, actually, she pulled out a Sharpie, which turned into a knife. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true!”

            Fleet thought for a moment, then heaved a great sigh. “I know you’re telling the truth, Di. I just wish…. I just wish you didn’t have to find out like this….”

            “Find out what?”

            “Listen, Di, you’re not normal. You’re not even entirely human. You see, you’re—“

            “Diana! Fleetwood! Are you guys—oh, sorry. Were we interrupting something?” Fern and Rusty came running up to us. Interrupting something? What?

            That’s when I realized I was sitting on the floor in Fleet’s lap. I blushed, rising to my feet. Fleet did the same.

            “C’mon guys, we gotta go.” Fleet started to pull me across the gym floor.

            “What? Where are we going?”

            Fern turned to me. “We’re going someplace where all of your questions will be answered.” Okay, cliché horror movie much?

            “How are we gonna get out of here? It’s not like they’re just gonna let us walk through the doors of the school.” Thank you, Rusty.

            Fleet rolled his eyes. “Yeah, the Board of Ed. is so gonna be able to stop us.

            Rusty and I were led down the hall into an empty classroom. We all walked to the other side of the room, to the open windows. “Nice going, guys. How do you plan on climbing down windows that have metal bars over them?” I snickered.

Fleet and Fern said nothing. Instead, they began—no joke—eating the metal bars. You know, eating? Chew, chew, swallow? Yeah, that’s what they did with the bars over the window. Even in my surprise, I still giggled nervously as Rusty’s eye began to twitch in shock. I leaned in close to him, whispering so the twins couldn’t hear, “What are you thinking?”

            “She’s so cute when she’s eating metal grating.”

            Rusty and Fern? Aw, how sweet!

            He’s right, though. You’d think watching a guy eat metal would be an immediate turn-off…. you’d be wrong. Not that I think of Fleet that way. At all.

            The twins turned to us again. “That better?” Fern asked Rusty, eyebrow arched. He nodded wordlessly. It was actually pretty fun to watch his eyes expand to the size of dinner plates as his crush slipped through the window and down to the sidewalk below. She spread her arms wide and called up, “C’mon Rusty! I’ll catch ya!”

            Just when I didn’t think his eyes could get wider, I was proved wrong. “You….. catch me? Are you sure?” I rolled my eyes.

            “Stop being so prejudiced and jump,” I poked him in the back. His slight frame slipped easily through the framing of the window, and Rusty landed safely in Fern’s arms.

            “Guess I’m up,” Fleet gave me a grin, making a big show of climbing through the window and landing on his feet on the ground. “Your go, Di!” he shouted up at me.

            Suddenly I heard shouts coming down the hallway. Shoot. Teachers. I knew I was in huge trouble if I stayed, but what awaited me, should I choose to go? I looked down below at Fleet’s expectant face. I had less than a second to make my decision.

            I plunged feet-first down through the window. I was caught in Fleet’s strong, sinewy arms. He pulled me around so I was on his back. I had my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck. We took off down the street, away from the school.

            “Where are we going?” I had to shout so the wind wouldn’t carry my words away.

            “Half-Blood Hill!” Fleet called back to me. Half-Blood Hill? Well, whoever that was, I got three words for them. Bring. It. On.

 

Sunday, January 4, 2009

My Weirdo Friends and I

hey, guys. this is the first chapter of my new Percy Jackson and the Olympians fanfic, title to be decided. this chapter is basically just an introduction, just so you can get to know some of the main characters. 

before i give you the chapter, i just want to let you know that since you guys are too lazy to bother clicking a stinkin' mouse, and nikki's idea for "other" was for me to go to Hell (like she's one to talk), i guess i'll have to look for some more graphics. 
Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and the Olympians is property of Rick Riordan, not me. *sniffle* diana, fleet, fern and rusty are property of moi. MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!
yes. on with the chapter!
     “Hey, Diana! Guess what?!” Fern bounced up to me, jumping around like a bullfrog. I yawned and slumped down onto the cafeteria bench.

            “Fern, I’ve told you this before. It’s practically criminal to be excited about anything at 7:30 on a Monday. My brain doesn’t function properly this early in the morning, remember?”

            “When does your brain ever function properly?” I was smacked lightly in the back of my head. I turned around.

            “Shut up, Fleet,” I smiled and slapped him lightly on the arm.

            Fleetwood, or Fleet for short, was Fern’s twin brother. They were both very tall and thin, and though they were in 7th grade like me, they looked to be about 15. They both had curly, thick brown hair, though Fern’s trailed down her back like a curtain. Her eyes were a pretty, sparkling green. His were a deep, piercing blue.

Fern was the more optimistic of the two. Scratch that, she was the most optimistic of us all. She had a bubbly disposition and tended to see the better side of situations. She was always smiling and was forever looking out for the well being of her friends. She could be seen as the ‘mother’ of the group in that way.

Fleet was pretty much the polar opposite. He sometimes had trouble seeing the good in people as well as situations and was basically a pessimist. He was very sarcastic with a couple of teachers as well as most of the students, which usually landed him in detention at least once a week. Not that those teachers didn’t deserve it, he just needs to know when it’s the right time to shoot your mouth off and when it isn’t. Aside from that, Fleet was very smart and good pretty good grades in almost every class. He was better looking than every 6th, 7th and 8th grade boy in the school, and well… he wasn’t exactly oblivious to it. The self-centered jerk.

 They were two of my best friends in the entire world.

            My third best friend was walking towards us right then. Rusty was short, maybe 4 feet, 8 inches, with short auburn hair and friendly brown eyes. We had known each other since we were 5, though we hadn’t gone to the same school until 6th grade. He was really funny and loved to tell jokes. His area of expertise was making people laugh.

            Who am I? I’m Diana Rue. I have long, jet-black hair with silver streaks. No, not gray, silver. And no, I didn’t dye it. As long as I can remember, I’ve had silver streaks in my hair. I don’t know why. Everyone asks me where I got them, and I just tell them I dyed my hair. It’s just so much easier than telling them pieces of my hair just miraculously turned silver. The only people I’ve told are Rusty, Fern and Fleet, because I would trust them with my life. My eyes are a stormy gray, my skin a pale creamish color.

            Like Fleet, I’m extremely sarcastic, but unlike Fleet, when it comes to teachers, I don’t get caught, therefore I don’t get in trouble. I’m very skilled with my hands. I can play piano, knit, anything that requires finger work, I can do. I’m very athletic. I’m on the girls volleyball team, girls track team and girls basketball team. The only reason I’m not captain of one or all of these teams is because I don’t want to be. I prefer a ‘silent-but-deadly’ tactic, and that’s a bit hard if you’re the team captain.

            As different as the four of us are, there’s one thing that draws us all together: Greek Mythology. I don’t know why, but I’m crazy about the stuff. It’s really weird, since I’ve been told I don’t have a drop of Greek blood in my body.

            “So what was it you were so excited about?” I asked Fern after Rusty had sat down with us.

            “Oh, well, yesterday, Fleetwood and I went to the bookstore—“

            “Correction, I was dragged against my will to the bookstore.”

            “Same difference. Anyway I saw this, and I just had to get it!” Out of her backpack she pulled out a thick book on Greek mythology.

            “Sweet!” Rusty pumped his fist in the air.

            “I can’t wait to read this—“ BEEEEEEEEP.Right after gym class.”