and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now
𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 two forbidden kids
find solace within each other,
despite their father's wishes.
[ percy jackson x oc ]
[ percy jackson & the olympians ]
[ the lightning thief - the last olympian ]...
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Halloween was one of Bronte's favorite times of the year. Dressing up as whatever your heart desires and getting unlimited candy? What could be better than that?
That October had been unusually cloudy and rainy, which Bronte didn't mind, but for that one day—her favorite day—it was sunny. The morning chill caused shivers to run down her spine as she walked down the street towards her school. Percy's jacket was wrapped around her, the cuffs folded over her hands and providing extra warmth. Her black jeans were nothing special, but her blue converse added an 'oreo' effect, which basically meant that her outfit matched properly.
Bronte had a smile on her face as she noticed the pumpkins lined at every doorstep, the orange stringed lights looping around metal railings. The girl had a pep in her step, her blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail swaying side to side as she walked.
Once she got to school, she walked up the front steps and weaved her way through bodies to find her classroom. At one point there she swore she heard a hissing sound—almost like a snake, but she blamed it on the holiday and the amount of "monsters" she would see/hear that day.
She froze, her brows furrowed as her grip tightened on her backpack straps. She scanned the hallway for anything dangerous, but it looked more normal than ever—groups of friends huddled together, older kids bullying the younger ones, girls gossiping over random celebrities. The only difference between that day and any other was the fact that almost everyone was dressed up in a Halloween costume. Bronte wanted to, but her mother had to leave early for work so she didn't have anyone to help her get ready. But that was fine, because all she could think about was the fun she would be having later that night.
Bronte shook her head and started walking again, ignoring the weird stares and whispers as she passed. That was all common for the daughter of Zeus and after so many crazy experiences in the godly world, a mortal bully was nothing.
Bronte sat down in her usual seat in the back of the classroom. She was right next to a window, which she loved because she was able to watch the sky instead of pay attention to her teacher.
She sighed in awe, placing her elbow on the desk and resting her chin in her hand. Her eyes never left the blue sky and the white clouds slowly floating across in their unusual pattern. She had to admit, sometimes she tried to focus and manipulate the winds to try and create her own cloud shape, but every time she did, it turned out wonky. Her heart looked more like a triangle, her astronaut looked more like a decapitated blob fish, and her dinosaur looked more like kangaroo. She was a little disappointed, so she turned her attention to the teacher (where it should have been anyways).
"Alright class, now I know you all are very excited for tonight, so in honor of the holiday and still staying on topic, why don't we look at some Greek myths that are really scary?" Mr. Heinz—and yes, like the ketchup brand—said with a big smile. He looked at the class, inviting them to start a conversation.
