Sincerely, Trixie

My escape route from chores and reality is books. I'll read just about anything. You give me a book, I'll read it, then eat it, then quite possibly not give it back. If it's good enough. If only I had not taken those books, I might still be normal.

I had to take the Percy Jackson series from my friend Forest. She's handicap girl, and I hang out with her all the time. People make fun of me, but I don't care. I'd rather be with her than anyone else.

She sits in a lime green wheelchair, her black hair dangling over her face, her head bends down in excitement of the book she's reading. She's almost finished with it, as I sit on the floor next to her. I see her shoulders tense, and her bottom lip in between her teeth. Her face changes expressions. She goes from happy, tense, excited, to down right mad. She throws the book at the wall in anger.

"What a terrible ending!" she sighs exasperated.

"What book was it?" I ask, already knowing.

"Harry Potter. I hate that series now. Remind me again why I'm reading that?"

I explain in great detail why she was reading Harry Potter, even though it was as simple as, a friend recommended it. That's the way I see things, and describe things. I see all the little details. Like the one wrinkle that won't go away, or the old tiny pimple scar on your nose. The tightening of your lips or shoulders. Everything. I see everything.

And by everything, I mean just about everything. I see the cold air coming out of the air conditioning unit, and pull my sweater tighter around me. In turn, so does Forest. She knows about me, I've told her just about everything.

The warning bell rang, and I stood up and wheeled her out of the room. I saw the stench of sweaty, dirty people and perfume in the air as we walked, and rolled, down the hallway. A jock named Derek smirked at me and I gave him a death glare as I walked by.

I rolled her into the computer lab, and sat down at a desk. The teacher walked in and gave us our assignment. We each had to start our own blog. So I did. I was typing away, when I suddenly saw a brown piece of air flow by. I snatched it, and smelled it. It smelled like burnt dog. I threw it back into the air, and went on with my blog, trying to ignore the feeling of unease settling in my stomach.

Our next period was free period, and as soon as the bell rang, I wheeled her to the library again. That's where we like to spend our time. In the library.

I suddenly hear the fire alarm bells go off. The noise is like a million pans being banged together at once, over and over. I jump up and start pushing Forest's wheel chair out of the Library. She was mumbling something to herself, her hands making nervous movements. I noted it, and pushed harder, the front doors wide open.

Over the intercom I heard the secretary saying this was not a drill, which made me run faster. I burst out the doors and kept going. When we reached the grass a good 10 yards away, I looked back and gasped. The top of the school was on fire, black smoke curling up in the air like a cats tail. Smooth.

I could hear the screams and saw the kids and teachers running in a mass panic as the bells kept pealing. I started to smell the smoke and backed another five feet away. Forest was trembling, I could feel it in the handles of her wheelchair. She must have been really scared.

Just when I thought my day couldn't get worse, it did. I saw the front of the building collapse as a giant, ten foot tall dog came roaring out. It looked like a chihuahua. But more scary. It's breath was fire, and it's tail was poison. How I knew this, I didn't know. All I know right now was that I needed to run. Away.

I wheeled around Forest's wheelchair and started running. "No no! Stop! Trixie stop!" she yelled as I ran.
I stopped and she jumped out, grabbing my sweaty hand, and running away from the school.

"Wait. You can walk? Run? Could you do that the whole time?" I asked, almost losing it.

"Yes, yes and yes. Now keep running! The Chimera will realize your gone right about.." I felt a searing wave of heat and started sweating like a water faucet. I saw the orange and yellow tongues of flames, almost reaching us. Forest dashed into the nearby woods, dragging me along with her. I saw the green air of pine trees as we dashed in and out of trees.

She pulls me under an arch made of white stone, and I stop, everything I'm seeing coming at me like a fist to the face. I stumble backwards, backing up against the archway. I close my eyes and breath deeply. Sometimes I can turn off my to second sight, and I was attempting to do that. I fell Forest grab my hand and pull me along a dirt road.

The next thing I see is a giant arena with swords and daggers hanging on one wall then dummies with bronze armor along another wall. I see silver air, an air I've never seen before. I snatch it up and let it run through my fingers, feeling and seeing the battle scene. I let go, not wanting to see the gruesome event.

I see a red air and grab it too. I see and smell pizza, blood, fruit punch, and tomatoes. Forest was still tugging me along, and the next thing I knew I was being introduced to Chiron. I saw the dark gray air of depression, old age, and knowledge, floating around him. I grabbed a fist full and shoved it into my pocket to look at later.

I shake his his hand, as he welcomes me to Camp Half-Blood.

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