‘The train’s coming in ten minutes,’ shouted Annabeth. ‘Keep your voice down. We’re in public you know,’ I said. ‘Yes, Percy.’ I was glad we were walking slowly, as I was worrying about what creepy monster would come at us now. I was sick and tired of them. As I was looking around, I saw a handful of people just wandering around like zombies, not talking to anyone but themselves. I was distracted by what I heard over the loud speaker: ‘Next train coming in five minutes!’ ‘Did you hear the speaker? The train is coming in five minutes. Come on and get a move on!’ I said. As Annabeth, Grover and I walked over to the train station, I sensed that something wasn’t right, but I kept walking. I spotted that Grover looked a bit pale. ‘You okay, Grover?’ I said. ‘I’m hungry,’ Grover wailed. …show more content…
‘Fine then. From where?’ remarked Grover. ‘We have no money,’ I said. ‘Go to the trash can then,’ said Annabeth. ‘Fine, I’ll meet you at the ticket seller.’ Grover said. Then off he went, nearly tripping over the lady in front. While waiting for the crowd of people in front to purchase their tickets, I was totally confused by what I saw. The ground was rumbling and the walls were shaking as the ticket seller started to transform into the evil Mrs Dodds. I thought for a moment. No that can’t be true. But then I blinked again and saw what I was really thinking. It was her. I was shocked. It was her. I started to run when Annabeth said, ’What’s wrong now?’ ‘L-L-L-OOK!’ I partly got out. Mrs Dodd’s strode out of her light brown wooden ticket selling box. I was sure she didn’t sell train tickets last time I was in Maths. She glanced at me then sniggered ‘Percy, you deserve this! Confess and suffer less pain!’ Her thick black hair was flying in the wind like a thousand black crows in the sky. Her skin was dusted with evil looking scales and her wicked smile gave away the sight of her teeth which were covered in black
I arrived on scene at about 0025 hours. I made contact with Deputy Williams and he advised the female who was reported to have left was in the residence and she had a severe injury to her face.
With seconds to spare, they bought a pair of train tickets and boarded the train that was just about to depart.
Another fifteen minutes passed and Mrs. Harland hollered up at to him once more, “Devon, I just heard your father’s train is running behind. I guess they’ve run into a bit of an issue with the runic generator—or something—anyways, we’ve got to get going. I’m sure he’ll be hungry when he gets home.”
and then looked at the train out of town. They asked themselves why three in
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That was the first thing I heard in this odd room. I took a breather still confused on what happened. I saw myself on a mirror, brown hair, blue eyes, a bit plump, blood still coming out, dead. That was me alright. The laughing was coming from a few yards away, I was running when I bumped into something. “CRAP, you're already here!”
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