Mortals Meet Percabeth

One-Shot About Percabeth's Children

I'm writing a book called Demigod Family - Growing Up With Demigods. It includes all the characters I write about in this book--well, not all, but the children--and it's a sequel to a Demigods In Highschool that I'm writing. I will put both links in this book when they are done so PLEASE read them! Meanwhile, enjoy these one-shots :)

She's always getting into trouble. It's even gotten to the point where her favorite top says TROUBLEMAKER on it. And she's wearing it today. A big black smear over a simple blue cropped hoodie. Like that one time where she accidentally stabbed a pencil into Dippy's arm and it smeared all over her white shirt so it looked like she murdered someone. But to be honest, no one would be surprised if she really had.

"Samantha--"

"It's Sam." She glares at the teacher in front of her.

Even if we were in class, she wouldn't hesitate to insult a teacher. And when their backs are turned, her tongue can stab at all the insults that exist in the world. But of course, before she gets into any trouble or when she is invited to another tea party with Principal Montgomery in his office, she always pulls me up to the heated argument, even if she knows that my innocent self, like a penguin, is too chill to help her get out of trouble.

"Don't give me that attitude, young lady."

"You should get used to it," Sam said, rolling her eyes, "I give you it everyday."

Sam slammed her locker shut. Something Mr. Murphard would kill her for. She leaned back on the hard blue metal boxes and continued her silent glare straight into Miss Pewson's hideous soul. I knew that awful mess of a teacher was just mad that our parents got us off the hook when Sam broke off a toilet pipe in the bathroom during a lockdown drill. A guy had actually gotten in while Sam, Freddie, and I were all in the hallway. So Sam had to push Freddie into the girls bathroom and hide between a toilet and the wall. When the poor guy opened the stall door, Sam used her ripped off toilet pipe and began to beat the man with it. Turns out, he was just lost.

"You know, I can't believe your idiot parents are encouraging your aggressive behavior! Trying to get you in training with the MMA fighters..." Miss Pewson exclaimed.

"And you know what I can believe?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"I can believe that you're not a parent or a wife," Sam said, looking satisfied.

"You take that back!" Miss Pewson gasped.

"I'll take that back when your face decides to look less ugly!" Sam fired back.

"Excuse me?!"

"Yes. Excuse your awful smell of desperation!"

"I'm not desperate!"

"I saw you making out with Mr. Murphard in the teacher's lounge!"

"You were in the teacher's lounge?!"

"Door was wide open, just like all your secrets."

And it kept going back and forth. Their words as dry and scorching as the Sahara Desert. I wanted to use slippery penguin flippers and swim away from the awkwardness. But penguins can't swim in yellow sand while their faces melt off by two very hotheaded women. Finally, I could breathe.

"Carly and I are going to go home. Where I can get ready for Little Miss America and throw flaming knives at targets on my penthouse patio. Oh, wait... maybe I'll just tape your face to the bullseye. It'll be easier to hit it then," she said, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the awkward war zone.