Katrina Jackson and the Olympians
Katrina Jackson is the daughter of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. Being 12, she's only just started as a camper at Camp Half-Blood, but little does she know that she truly doesn't belong there. Follow Katrina as she goes on numerous adventures, and discovers amazing things, just as worthy as those that her parents did together.
My Parents Keep Secrets
â€œMom, please,â€ I begged, rolling me eyes. â€œIâ€™ve got everything, okay?â€
She sighed. â€œOh, Iâ€™m sorry Katrina. I just want to make sure that your first day at Camp Half-blood goes well. I mean, my first day was a wreck, and so was your fatherâ€™s and Iâ€¦â€ she looked down at me, her gray eyes twinkling. â€œâ€¦I want to best for you. You understand that, donâ€™t you?â€
â€œWell, yeah I do because youâ€™ve told me likeâ€¦a MILLION times! Can I please go to camp now?â€ I begged, jumping up and down. Just then, my dad came down the stairs.
â€œPercy, doesnâ€™t she just look beautiful in my old Camp Half-Blood t-shirt? The orange brings out her hair,â€ my mom asked my dad as he stood next to her.
He overlooked me for a while, then decided that yes, my shirt did in fact bring out my hair color. â€œYesâ€¦yes it does. Now, why donâ€™t you go on ahead in the taxi, Katrina? Your mother and I need to talk before you go.â€ He tried to sound soothing and calm, so that I wouldnâ€™t get too suspicious, but too late! I already was.
â€œOkay.â€ I slowly closed the front door behind me, but left open just the slightest crack, just enough to eavesdrop in on their conversation.
â€œPercy, what is it?â€ my mom asked as the door closed behind me.
â€œItâ€™sâ€¦well, you know she doesnâ€™t belong, and I know it too. Butâ€¦she doesnâ€™t. I donâ€™t think itâ€™s right to let her go there before she figures it out.â€
â€œBut, Camp Half-Blood is the best place she can go to! Sheâ€™ll be fine, honey.â€
â€œOkay. But, what cabin will she go to? Athena or Poseidon? Thatâ€™ll be a major decision.â€
â€œShe can always be an undetermined.â€
Undetermined. In previous eavesdrops that Iâ€™d done in the past, Iâ€™d heard that word way too many times. I was itching to figure out what it meant, but I was pretty sure if I brought it up to them, theyâ€™d be positive that Iâ€™d overheard their conversations. I held my breath as I listened further.
â€œUndetermined wonâ€™t cut it, Percy! Chiron knows! Dionysus knows! Everyone already knows about us! It wonâ€™t take them long to figure our daughter out!â€
Suddenly, the house erupted into crying. Not from my mom or dad. It was coming from the babyâ€™s room upstairs. The only person it could be was my 1 year old brother, Jason, whoâ€™d probably just woken up. On instinct, I burst through the front door and yelled, â€œIâ€™ll get him!â€ nearly startling my parents as I rushed up the stairs to cradle Jason in my arms and calm him down. When I came back downstairs, both my parents were glaring at me angrily, arms crossed. I looked a bit confused, until I realized that Iâ€™d just given myself away. Now, they knew Iâ€™d been eavesdropping, or else I would never have heard Jason in the background.
â€œUmâ€¦hi mom, hi dad. Well, Iâ€™ll just go outside now,â€ I managed as I made towards the exit, but my mom grabbed my arm. She had a strong grip, since sheâ€™d been holding a knife her entire life. It was a gift from one of her friends, but she never said much about him. I think it was one of her high school sweethearts or something. It mustâ€™ve been a Valentineâ€™s Day gift; â€œhey honey, I love you so much. Would you like a dagger?â€ or something like that.
She pulled me back into the living room.
â€œKatrina, were you spying on us?â€ she sternly asked me as I glumly took a seat on our 2 cushioned sofa. â€œI canâ€™t believe you were standing outside the door listening to us!â€
â€œWell, I was just curious about what was so urgent for you guys to talk about before I went off to camp! And besides, you guys keep talking about some big secret about me or something, and I want to know! Whatâ€™s going on, guys?â€
Their facial expressions softened and they uncrossed their arms, sighing deeply. â€œIâ€™m sorry, Katrina, but we canâ€™t tell you, â€œ dad straight out said. â€œYouâ€™ll find out someday, but just not now. Now, you must go off to camp and have a great year, kiddo! Okay?â€ He held my shoulders and shook me back and forth playfully. I nodded.
â€œBut, you guys WILL tell me eventually, right?â€
They both shared nervous glances and shakily said, â€œâ€¦rightâ€¦â€ then dropped the subject altogether.
We made our way outside, and they saw me into the taxi. They each gave me a quick cheek kiss, and waved goodbye as the driver took off down the streets of Manhattan. I wasnâ€™t sure how yet, but I was going to figure out what they were hiding from me.