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chapter vii. ( the lightning thief ) ❝ red baron ❞
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NOW THAT THE FIGHT WAS OVER, my shock came back to me. But overall, I was angry. I was angry that the all three of the Furies had attacked us. I was angry at Zeus for blowing up the bus and the rain that poured heavily on us. I was angry at myself for dropping my bag instead of putting it on my shoulders. I was angry at myself for not remembering my friend's bags. But most of all, I was angry at Percy for jumping in, no matter how much I was glad about it as well. I knew I was too proud to admit it.
So here we were, walking through the woods on the New Jersey riverbank, a small ball of light leading the way so we wouldn't run into anything, along with the yellow glow of New York City illuminating the night behind us and the horrible smell of Hudson River in our noses.
Grover was shivering and braying behind me, his quivering voice full of terror. "Three Kindly Ones. All three at once."
Annabeth kept pulling us along. "Come on! The further away we get, the better."
I agreed with her the whole way. We needed to get far away from Mrs Dodds and the exploded bus. Far, far away.
"All our money was back there," Percy reminded her. "Our food and clothes. Everything."
That was when I snapped at him. "Well, maybe if you hadn't decided to jump into the fight –"
"What did you want me to do?" He replied, giving me an incredulous look. "Let you get killed?"
"I don't need your protection, Percy. I was perfectly fine by myself."
"Sliced like sandwich bread," Grover put in, "but fine."
I glared at him. "Shut up, goat boy."
Grover brayed mournfully. "Tin cans ... a perfectly good bag of tin cans."
We trudged across the mushy ground and twisted trees that smelled worse than Clarisse.
I walked alongside Annabeth, and I could feel her eyes on me.
"What?" I asked her, settling my eyes on her grey ones.
"You're glad Percy stepped in." She said.
"Am not." I retorted, but stopped at her look and sighed, before kicking a stone. "All right, fine. But don't tell me you're not angry as well. If he had been killed ... one, a war would rage, and two, we would lose this quest, you're only chance the see the outside world, my only chance."
