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Bridget yawned and rubbed her eyes. She glanced around the navy-blue walls of the Nyx cabin and flopped back down to her pillow. She hated mornings, for obvious reasons. When she and her cabin-mate finally were up, dressed, and moving toward the dining pavilion, (an hour later I might add) she spotted Percy at the Poseidon table. Now this normally wouldn't have been a big deal, except he had a sign on his back that said 'kick me' and if she listened to anything, it was signs. After a cry of 'OW!' from Percy, she backed off. Kicking him had probably not been the smartest move, him being the greatest warrior of the century and all that, but it was worth it to Bridget.

"That was totally rudecentric!" He yelled at her, and everyone looked at each other, confusion written all over their faces.

"Excuse me?" Bridget asked, just as mystified as the rest of them.

"You know, rudecentric." Percy rolled his eyes, as if she were the one being stupid. "When something is centered around rudeness." He added, seeing her still puzzled expression.

"I'm pretty sure that '–centric' can only refer to being centered around a person. That's also a fanfiction term. Do you think this is some kind of story? With an author?" Bridget turned, to see a bunch of different people staring at her from their computers or cell phones.

"Okay, so I was wrong about us being in a story." She said, turning back to Percy. "But I still know that '-centric' is used for characters."

"What in the world are you talking about?" Asked Percy. "This isn't a fanfiction."

"Then how do you explain all the people reading?" She cried, annoyed.

"There are no people reading."

"What, so your saying that I'm not a good enough character for anyone to read about?"

"No, I'm saying that you're going crazy."

"WHAT?"

"Chill, I'm sure that Mr. D will fix it, sooner or later."

Bridget stomped her foot. "That's not what I'm talking about! I am not crazy!"

"Um, yes, you are."

Bridget turned toward the readers once more. "Let's ask the readers. Do you exist? Am I crazy? Is 'rudecentric' a word? If I am crazy, how long will it take for Mr. D to fix me. R&R!"

"I still don't know who you're talking to." Bridget groaned and began to walk away. "Y'know, Nyx isn't even that important." Percy said following her. Bridget rounded on him, eyes going black, and then she immediately calmed down, which somehow made the whole thing 10 times creepier.

"Percy?" She asked in an obviously faked, sickly sweet voice. "I'm going to ask the readers one more thing." She turned, her wild hair and black eyes contrasting her daddy's girl smile. "Would it be to OOC if Percy was defeated by a daughter of a minor goddess who is 4 years younger then him? And would it be OOC if a sweet little girl," She batted her eyelashes at this, "to run him through and cast him into the deepest part of Tartarus to rot?" Bridget then slapped Percy and stormed away, no longer smiling.

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