"It's a stupid finishing school for society girls, all the way in New Hampshire. He wants me to go to Clarion Ladies Academy in the fall." "He's trying to be nice to me, which is almost worse. "Just think about it, okay? We don't leave for a couple of days. She'd even been there last summer when the chopped-up Lord Kronos rose out of his coffin in a terrible new form, and she'd earned my permanent respect by nailing him in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush. She'd met some of the other demigods who were fighting the Titans and their allies. Unlike most mortals, she could see through the Mist-the magic veil that distorts human vision. I didn't like talking about it, but Rachel knew. "Percy," she said, "I know the timing is bad. There was this prophecy that said when I turned sixteen, bad things would happen. Still, something big was supposed to go down any day now.
The idea of taking a break even for a few days was really tempting.
This summer had been the hardest of my life. My family's idea of a fancy vacation was a weekend in a rundown cabin on Long Island with some movie rentals and a couple of frozen pizzas, and here Rachel's folks were willing to let me tag along to the Caribbean.īesides, I seriously needed a vacation. I mean, she'd asked me to her family's vacation house on St. The sea is always one of my favorite places, but today it was especially nice-glittery green and smooth as glass, as though my dad was keeping it calm just for us. We parked on a ridge overlooking the Atlantic.
I'd never seen her in anything but ratty T-shirts and paint-splattered jeans before, and she looked like a million golden drachmas. Rachel's red hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore a white blouse over her swimsuit. He's seen me slice up demons and leap out of exploding school buildings, so he probably figured taking a car a few hundred yards wasn't exactly the most dangerous thing I'd ever done.Īnyway, Rachel and I were driving along.
Now, I know you're thinking, Wow, that was really irresponsible of him, blah, blah, blah, but Paul knows me pretty well. Technically I wasn't supposed to be driving because I wouldn't turn sixteen for another week, but my mom and my stepdad, Paul, took my friend Rachel and me to this private stretch of beach on the South Shore, and Paul let us borrow his Prius for a short spin. Up until then, I was having a great afternoon. The end of the world started when a pegasus landed on the hood of my car.
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