|The New Girl
Author: thecrazybookfanatic PM
Meet Carly Blaire, a half-blood. When something goes wrong and she meets Nico di Angelo will there be romance? How will she cope with Camp Half-Blood? Find out.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Humor - Nico A. - Chapters: 21 - Words: 29,698 - Reviews: 75 - Favs: 33 - Follows: 32 - Updated: 04-10-13 - Published: 05-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8105912
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Hey Guys! So this is a new character alert; meet Carly. I hope you like this story! ;) My first Percy Jackson fan-fic so take it easy on me okay? Please review!:D I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, copyright goes to Rick Riordan!:)
Okay, I don't have time to give some snazzy introductions so let's cut it short; my name is Carly Blair. I'm a 14 year old girl with Auburn colored hair and sapphire blue eyes. I was born and raised in England, and I'm being chased by a bunch of monsters. At least I was.
I should explain. Actually, I don't need to. I was being chased by monsters, how much clearer can that get?
Everything started out normal until school.
It was like any ordinary day; I got dressed (in a white chiffon dress with white flats because my school had 'highly-dressed' standards) and bid my grandmother good-bye. I took the bus to school (Westminster Academy for Young Ladies) and that's pretty much were all my troubles started.
Right in the middle of History class, our headmistress, Ms. Plummer, called me to her office. I found this quite confusing because I have never been called to the headmistress' office, I was a high-maintenance student, yes, but I never caused enough trouble to be called in front of the whole class.
As I entered the office, I found Ms. Plummer sitting on her desk, her black hair tied into a neat bun, she looked like one of those stone statues that never moved (not to mention smiled). She had a strange, hungry expression on her face, like she was thinking what she'll have for lunch.
I soon found out, it was me.
I was about to ask her why she had called me when she transformed into a hideous, hairy beast and leapt (yes, literally leapt) from her desk and tackled me to the floor. She clawed and ripped some parts off my dress.
Then she howled, after a moment of silence, I found out she had called in some back-up. Three hairy beasts that looked exactly like her with pointy sharp tails appeared right beside me. Wonderful. I tried throwing my shoes on their heads but that hardly did any damage.
I struggled free and did what most sensible people would do; I ran for my life.
I could hear Ms Plummer's voice echo through the hallway, "You won't get away from me little half-blood!"
Half-blood? Was that some sort of insult?
I exited through the fire exit and took a bus to the nearest airport. For some reason, I knew I would never make it to Gran's flat; that monster would track me down as easily as tracking down an elephant with bells tied on its feet.
I decided to take a plane to the first place that popped in my mind; Los Angeles. Why Los Angeles? I don't know, it was the first thing that popped into my mind and I didn't want to take my time trying to find out the best place to go (you would too if your headmistress turned into a giant, hairy beast that's trying to kill you.)
I went aboard the plane without a single piece of luggage and after about 5 minutes of mentally agonizing pain, the plane took off. I tried to compose myself and collect my thoughts, but that's a very hard thing to do when your life is at stake.
It was a 7 hour trip, but I was relieved that Ms. Plummer and her lovely friends weren't able to catch up.
The plane finally landed and as soon as I stepped out of the plane I ran out of the airport.
It was about 10am in the morning here in Los Angeles, a wonderful time to walk around sight-seeing while being bare-footed with a dirty and ripped-up chiffon dress; I was surprised the airport actually let me in the plane instead of arresting me as a wanted hobo or fugitive.
Did I mention that I bumped into so many hospitable and wonderful people? Among them stout man with a trench coat said 'Watch it bub'!" and I also bumped into a tall and lanky fellow who said some swear words that I think are best not to be mentioned.
I was tired, hungry, dirty, lost and absolutely miserable. I sat down in a filthy curb in front of a wall that had spray-painted graffiti on it. Lovely, now I truly look like a hobo/fugitive.
Want proof? A man dressed to the nines approached me and threw a penny beside me, "Here kid, buy a comb and some conditioner will ya'?" he said it as if I was some sort of low life from that needed artificial pity.
I felt so miserable I just put my head on my arms and sobbed, I let all my misery, hunger and anger flow out of me through those tears.
I cried for who knows how long when I heard foot-steps. I decided to ignore it, there were plenty of people who passed by here, this is just one of them, but instead of the foot-steps continuing on as if nothing happened, they stopped.
Out of curiosity I lifted my head and saw a boy. He was about 14 (my age) with wind-blown black-brown hair (that made him look like he just rolled out of bed), a white complexion and dark and intense eyes. He wore an aviator jacket with a black shirt and jeans. I had to admit, he was pretty…cute. Ugh! Now I know I'm going mad.
Now usually I would stand up and greet a stranger like a proper lady but right now I did not feel like a proper lady.
I glared at him expecting him to say something rude about my appearance and all that but he just kept quiet and looked at me.
I decided to speak up; "What? Are you going to throw more pennies at me like your little chums from earlier? Or perhaps recommend me too buy a comb and s-some c-conditioner?" the pain I felt was too unbearable, I buried my head on my arms and sobbed once more.
I hadn't cried like this since…my father died.
For a moment, I could have sworn the boy was about to say something but he decided to stop.
I lifted my tear-stained face once more only to find the boy still standing in front of me. I've never really had any real face-to-face contact with boys (especially those in my age group) in fact; the only boy I ever loved was my father.
Of course, all daughters are supposed to act like that.
The boy's expression turned soft, he knelt down in front of me as if approaching a scared or hurt animal. "I won't hurt you. Just explain to me what happened, maybe I can help you." He said in a reassuring voice.
I wasn't so reassured though, 'Help me how?' I thought to myself, 'If I explain he'll probably bring me to the mental hospital.'
Yet the expression on his face made me feel that I should tell him what happened.
"You'll probably think I'm bonkers, but here it goes; I'm being chased by a bunch of monsters…at least I was, but I think they're gone now." I said in a shaky voice, the boy just stared at me, I knew he would do that.
"I suppose you don't believe me and now you're going to call the police and tell them you've found some crazy hobo on the loose, aren't you?" I said in a defiant tone.
The boy smiled at my suggestion (probably amused at my annoyance), "I believe you." He said in a calm voice.
Now it was my turn to look at him. I just sat there gawking at him, I probably looked stupid but who could blame me? I just said that I'm being chased by monsters to a complete stranger and he smiles and says "I believe you."
The boy offered me his hand, "Come with me." was all he said. I sighed and took his hand, "I don't suppose I have much of a choice do I?" I asked, he just smiled, "Not really, no."
Now I know what you're thinking, 'Carly are you mad? A stranger approached you and said "Come with me", and yet you take his hand willingly and just accept it?'
Yes, well if I hadn't been chased and attacked by monsters, I would have thought differently but with all that's happened to me, taking a 14 year old boy's hand in the middle of Los Angeles wasn't the most dangerous nor stupidest things to do now.
As I stood up, I asked the boy a question that's been in my mind since I first saw him, "If you don't mind me asking, who are you and what is your name?"
The boy smiled, "Nico. Nico di Angelo. Son of Hades."
I would be shocked right now, pointing my finger at him and shouting "Are you daft? You're completely bonkers!" but as I said earlier, after all I've been through, it wasn't that much of a shock. Though I didn't know what to say after that grand introduction so I just said; "My name's Carly. Carly Blair. Um…British school girl." Yes, that had to be one of the stupidest things I've said all day.
Nico looked at me and laughed, "Well, Carly, it's nice to meet you." I just blushed, "Yes, well that's all fine and dandy but can we go now?" I asked.
Nico smiled, "Follow me.' He said. For some reason I had the feeling that Nico could be trusted so I sighed and followed him out of my "hobo lair".
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