Teenage Drama is Worse with Celestial Bronze

Chapter one: Oops, I Did It Again

Kopi's P.O.V.

So you're probably wondering where Justin Bieber went, and why he has supposedly been spotted with six other kids, all over America, and has also been wielding a sword. You're also probably wondering how his studio, which is right next to DOA Recording Studios (aka the Underworld), coincidentally, happened to explode. And why the weather is so weird. And a lot of other things.

Well, yeah. I'm Kopi Montgomery, the one and only daughter of Hermes. And also the one who's about to explain it all. Well, um, I guess I should describe myself, before I launch into all of this. I have short black hair, but it used to be long, before the Ares Cabin cut it with their swords, pale skin, green eyes, and I'm sixteen. When I start telling this, I'm the newbie at camp, only two weeks in, when I have to go on the quest. Well, yeah. On with the story.

So Sunnie Sanchez, a daughter of Apollo, and Amara Nightshade, a daughter of Zeus, and I are practicing in the archery range when this satyr shows up and says Mr. D. has to talk to Sunnie.

Sunnie leaves, and about twenty minutes later this other satyr sends for us.

As it turns out, we have to go on this quest to find a demigod and for some awkward reason he is too hard for a satyr to get to camp alone.

Anyways, Sunnie goes to the Oracle, (aka Rachel Elizabeth Dare) and we start the quest.

I know you probably want to hear all the details, but I'm not in the mood for that.

The interesting thing happened about an hour after we left camp. We're walking through the woods, and this guy shows up, a college age guy, with sandy hair. For a split second I thought it was Luke. But the kind eyes and absence of a scar told me I was wrong.

"Oh my gods, Dad!" Sunnie shouts.

"Sunnie!"

"Um… dad, I'm really happy to see you and all but, could I have a little help on my quest?"

"Of course! These are all you need."

He hands us a big yellow envelope, and snaps his fingers. We're in an airport now, and he winks. Then thunder rumbles. Sunnie's dad, obviously Apollo, goes, "Uh oh." Then vanishes.

We open the envelope, and find three first class plane tickets, and three front row seat tickets with backstage passes to a Justin Bieber concert.

We all look at each other, and say, "Oh no."

Now everything makes sense, like why it's complicated to get him to camp.

This lady shows up and says, "Right this way, ladies," and ushers us onto a plane without even getting our bags checked. Lucky thing, too, with all the illegal weapons and stuff we're carrying.

We try to figure out what we're going to do to kidnap the most famous boy in history, and end up with some hilariously funny scenarios but nothing that is actually probable.

We get to the concert, and this is where I'll try to slow down.

We sit in the front row, loaded with snacks, and wait for the show to start.

The boy comes out onstage, flicks his hair, and asks the crowd, "Are you guys excited tonight?"

Me, Amara, and Sunnie shout, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" over the screaming fangirls.

He's right there, directly in front of us onstage. His looks down at us, and just stares at us for a second.

Nobody says anything, and the air hangs thick with pure awkwardness.

Then, my best friend Amara puts her hand in the air and says, "High five!"

The boy blinks, confused, and slowly raises his hand and gives her a high five.

Then he goes on with the show.

I start thinking about the scenarios we made up on how to kidnap him…. And then I get an idea.

You see, I'm the daughter of the god of pranksters, which means I have the cleverest yet stupidest plan ever.

I explain to Amara and Sunnie what we're going to do, and they agree.

We sneak backstage, into the control room, and knock the sound manager out.

Now Justin's in his giant steel heart above the audience and singing.

I move a dial, and his voice comes out like Darth Vader's.

He stops singing, trying to figure out what's going on.

I move the dial all the way in the other direction, and his voice comes out like a chipmunk's.

We mess around a whole lot more, and then I hit a lever or something, and the heart starts to go backward.

I push a different button and the heart speeds up really fast, and he starts yelling. But despite his screaming, I can hear the metal groaning and screeching.

So I push another button.

The heart starts to spin. Faster and faster and faster. The sound of metal grating gets louder and louder. I can see sparks forming where the heart is joined to the ceiling.

He's shrieking like a lame little girl and using some very choice words to express his distress. He's most definitely gonna fall any second now.

I hate him and all, but if he falls and dies we fail the quest. And I don't want that.

Amara starts to panic. "Stop the frickin' heart!"

"I'M TRYING!"

She bellows, "TRY HARDER!" and pushes me.

I lose my balance and smack into a lever. And the lever breaks in half.

The board seems to shudder, and all the lights start blinking. Then it dies.

Then, with a final dying screech and a loud clang, the heart stops moving. Bieber is still crying, screaming, and cussing.

The lever on the switchboard is completely jammed, not to mention snapped in half.

I frantically start pushing all the buttons, but none of them work.

Sunnie and Amara turn to me, angry.

We try everything, but we can't get the heart to move.

Amara says, "You did it, you're getting him down."

"How!"

"Fly."

"No way, I can't-"

"Too bad."

"Mr. D.'s gonna kill us…" I mutter as I take off my sneakers, handing them to Amara.

Two security guards step into the room, but they're not security guards… they're monsters.

I get out my bow and arrows, but Amara and Sunnie shout, "GO!" and I run out of the room, my bow and quiver now over my shoulder.

I can't believe what I'm doing. I take a running start, and the little white wings burst out of my ankles, and I soar above the crowd.

Running on air, I manage to make it to the heart without falling.

Justin's P.O.V.

I have to be dreaming.

There's a girl flying.

She's beautiful, but she's not an angel. The wings are on her bare feet, sprouting from her ankles.

I'm in a total panic. I'm stuck sixty feet in the air, and my microphone is acting up, the heart is going crazy and I almost died, and now it's stuck.

Anyway, the flying girl comes over, and stands above me on the bars of the steel heart. She has short black hair in a sort of side pony, but it's too short for that and half of it is loose. She's about my age, and has jeans, an orange T- shirt that says something I can't make out, and a green jacket. There's a bow and a quiver of arrows slung over her shoulder.

She takes off again and hovers over the heart, muttering, "I cannot believe I'm doing this."

And then she picks me up by the back of my purple hoodie, kicking her winged feet and fighting to keep us both aloft.

I start kicking, and drop my guitar, where a horde of rabid fangirls start fighting over it.

"Will you quit it!" she snaps, perfectly calm for the most part. I mean, she's obviously pissed, but considering the fact she's a sixteen year old girl who's around me, she's very calm. She takes me backstage, still high in the air, and swoops into the control room.

Two girls armed with swords and two piles of golden dust are in the room. I'm start yelling, my voice all weird still, over the sound system, shouting about being kidnapped.

Her friend yells, "Get it off of him before we get caught!"

Her other friend shouts, "Ew, no, I'm not touching the Beaver!"

Finally, the girl with the wings on her feet grabs the headset off my head and chucks it across the room. I keep yelling, louder now, and she claps a hand over my mouth.

"Oh my gods, give it a rest already!" she says.

She looks up at her friends, her hand still over my mouth.

"MGRMPH! MLGRGLNRF! MRGLARGLNRF!" I say, struggling frantically. He grip is like iron.

"Now what?" she says, panicked.

"Get out of here?"

"Duh!"

"No way are we getting out of here yet, the security guards are monsters and the fangirls are just as bad but we can't kill them." The flying girl says desperately.

Then all three of them go, "His dressing room!"

She and her friends drag me to my dressing room, and the girl takes her hand off my mouth to pick the lock, which should be unpickable, since it's like nine pins or something.

She runs inside, and her friends help drag me in, then she slams the door and locks it again. One of her friends pushes the wardrobe and vanity in front of it, and the girl takes her hand off my mouth. She wipes her hand on her jeans and her friends, which I now notice are bleeding, take out crunched lemon squares in Ziploc baggies from their pockets. They eat some, and their wounds heal instantly. I start to feel dizzy. Am I hallucinating? This has to be a nightmare. Yeah, it's the night before the concert, I'm just worried, and having crazy dreams about everything going wrong. Yeah, that's it. The girl with the winged feet, which I've come to think of as Rebel Angel, don't ask me why, asks me if I'm hurt. I shake my head, dazed.

Her friend, who I've started to think of as Candy because of her long caramel colored hair says, "How are we going to fly back? We didn't get return tickets."

Her other friend, who is now cleaning a sword says "Apollo left a whistle for pegasi."

Rebel Angel glances at the window. "Smash that, blow the whistle, and fly back to camp?"

"Why not?" Sword Girl asks. She smashes the supposedly shatterproof glass with the hilt of her sword. Which I now notice is glowing and alarms ring out. My bodyguards start pounding on the door, shouting. Rebel Angel blows the whistle, and three winged horses show up.

Sword Girl says, "Alright, who's babysitting the brat? Because AIN'T gonna be me."

Candy says, "Not me either…"

They both look at Rebel Angel.

"Why do I have to? I've already touched him, I think I'm getting a rash."

"Too bad, sissy."

"You're the sissy, you prissy little –" she starts to say, but Candy cuts her off.

"You're the priss, being the one that does all the laundry for the Hermes Cabin…"

"Hey! That is so not my fault!"

"You could have-"

"You try being the only girl in a cabin full of boys!"

Sword Girl shouts, "Enough! Get the brat on your pegasi and let's go already!"

She gets onto one of the winged horses, and Candy follows suit.

Rebel Angel looks at me in disgust.

She pushes me toward the window, and I get on the horse.

Rebel Angel gets on in front of me, and I'm suddenly very aware of how hot she is. The horse starts to fly, and I try wrapping my arms around her waist, but she backhands me in the face and keeps steering the horse.

No matter how much I flip my hair or use awesome pick up lines, try to start a normal conversation, or even ask what the heck is going on, the girl doesn't talk to me the whole time, treating me like I've just evolved from pond scum, and after an hour or so of this, we fly into a strawberry farm.

Rebel Angel and her friends land the horses, and I get off.

Her friends have already started to run up the hill, and I sprint after them, but they're fast.

Rebel Angel sighs, rolls her eyes, and grabs my wrist like I can't walk fast enough and drags me into a sort of camp.

Her nails are digging into my wrist, and when we finally get over the hill she pushes me away.

"Keep walking, priss."

A bunch of kids are playing basketball, and one of them points and they all start laughing and run over.

One of them, a tall kid with a curly mop of brown hair says, "Oh my gods, Kopi, that was hilarious! You're definitely my little sister!"

"Yeah, I know, I'm pretty awesome, aren't I?"

The rest of the kids reach us and all start talking at once.

"Hilarious-"

"Your face when you had to touch him-"

"Never mind her face, what about his face?"

"When he got picked up by a flying chick or when his voice started sounding like Darth Vader's?"

"No, the chipmunk voice-"

"Oh yeah, that was beast-"

"Unbelievable, Kopi-"

"That was INSANE!"

Then a tall kid with MY haircut comes over. He looks like he's wearing blush and mascara, and he's holding a football.

Kopi starts to hyperventilate, but they boy doesn't seem to notice. He high fives her and says, "That was incredible, Kopi. This has got to be a national holiday or something."

"T-thanks Zach!" Rebel Angel, aka Kopi says, giving him a dazzling smile. Dang, she's hot.

Kids start pouring out of the other cabins, congratulating Kopi and her friends.

Then one cabin comes out, a rabid horde of screaming fangirls wearing WAY too much makeup. They start to tackle me, shrieking and kissing me and clawing at each other to get one inch closer to me, and Kopi and her friends crack up.

The girls' boyfriends pull them off of me, and I feel my face turning red as Zach looks down at me disdainfully. My face starts to flush red and I feel angry at him simply for Kopi liking him. Kopi grabs me by the back of my hoodie and pulls me up.

"Come on, Beauty Brat, let's go to the Big House."

She gives a little wave to Zach as we walk together to the big blue house with white trim.

A dude with the chest and head of a guy and the body of a white horse is there with a fat little black-haired dude that looks like he has a major hangover.

Then there's my best friend, Ryan Butler, peeling grapes and handing them to the fat guy one by one.

I'm so relieved to see him! I'm about to ask him what's going on…

Then I notice he has no pants on. Shaggy brown hair covers his legs, and they end in cloven hooves.

My jaw drops. The reality, if you can call it that, of what's happening hits me, and I pass out.