THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.

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“That’s the least likely choice,” Annabeth said.
“You don’t see it?” Rachel asked. “Look at the floor.”
I saw nothing except well-worn bricks and mud.
“There’sa brightness there,” Rachel insisted.“Very faint. But forward is the correct way. To the left,
farther down the tunnel, those tree roots are moving like feelers. I don’t like that. To the right, there’s a
trap about twenty feet down.Holes in the walls, maybe for spikes. I don’t think we should risk it.”
I didn’t see anything like she was describing, but I nodded. “Okay. Forward.”
“You believe her?” Annabeth asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Don’t you?”
Annabeth looked like she wanted to argue, but she waved at Rachel to lead on. Together we kept
walking down the brick corridor. It twisted and turned, but there were no more side tunnels. We seemed
to be angling down, heading deeper underground.
“No traps?” I asked anxiously.
“Nothing.”Rachel knit her eyebrows. “Should it be this easy?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “It never was before.”
“So, Rachel,” Annabeth said, “whereare you from, exactly?”
She said it like,Whatplanet are you from? But Rachel didn’t look offended.
“Brooklyn,” she said.
“Aren’t your parents going to be worried if you’re out late?”
Rachel exhaled. “Not likely. I could be gone a week and they’d never notice.”
“Why not?”This time Annabeth didn’t sound as sarcastic. Having trouble with parents was something
she understood.
Before Rachel could answer, there was a creaking noise in front of us, like huge doors opening.
“What was that?” Annabeth asked.
“I don’t know,” Rachel said. “Metal hinges.”
“Oh, that’s very helpful. I mean,what is it? ”
Then I heard heavy footsteps shaking the corridor—coming toward us.
“Run?” I asked.