Me: I'm backles!

Fang: Backles?

Me: YESH!

Fang: Ok… why don't we tell them now what we're doing on here?

Me: Right. Well, after Fang finally stopped calling the ASPCA, I was able to use a plot bunny or two.. or three… or nine.

…

Beyond the point! I finally got my creative juices flowing!

Fang: -Yawn-

Me: You are so lazy.

Fang: Si senorita…

Me: Ok… ahaha Mr. Hoagie.

Fang: WTF?

Me: Well, in the movie Avan Jogia from Victorious is playing you. (LOL!) So, I'm gonna call you Mr. Hoagie!

Fang: I'm going to be represented by that idiot?

Me: Yeap.

Fang: D:

Me: Anywho! This is just a story I just got some inspiration from.

OC:

Miranda Ross

Now one of my personal favs.

Daughter of: Thanatos

Has: raven look-alike wings (like they shimmer different colors in the light? No.. ok )

Good, bad, in between: GOOD! Her dad is like bffs (ahaha) with Hades. This means one wrong move and she's in Tarturas.

Preference: Umm.. she's straight. Actually… she.. yeah there's umm… don't wanna give away this chapters ending.. but she'll always be straight! That wasn't the ending for reals.

Age: 14 (or whatever age Nico's up to by The Mark of Athena)

Notes: Based off my friend Miranda Jelly ( No, her last name isn't actually Jelly. She just has a strange fetish for the stuff.)

Merry Christmas Disclaimer!: I own not but Miranda,

So wise up, ass hole!

~Third Person Pov only kind of from Miranda's perspective.. you'll see..)~

Wow, Miranda Ross thinks tiredly, clouds are really… white.

Yes, she was having one of those days when she just had so much going on, she reverted back to pre-school knowledge. Having just escaped the watchful eyes of several lastrygonians, she was tired and bruised. And hungry. Did I mention hungry? Flying really can take a lot out of you. Oh, yeah, she has wings, too. The bountiful package of one injured demigod for the price of: as fast as any monster can kill!

Finally she sees it. Home. Not a house or anything, but a camp.

Camp Half-Blood.

She smiles at the memories she has from there. Pegasus riding, friends, enchiladas, Nico…

Oh. Forget that last one. She never said that. Really.

The only downside of camp would be a big, black empty cabin alone.

The Thanatos cabin, number 19. The only bright side to that big, ugly cabin would be that it's exactly next to cabin 18, Hades cabin.

Oh. Never mind, disregard that too.

Finally, she lands safely next to Peleus, who snorts when she lands.

"Hey, Peleus, what's up?"

Snort.

"I'll take that as a: Shut up and let me sleep."

When she reaches the top of the hill, she sees it all. The lake, the flaming rock wall of death, the cabins, the Pavilion, the Big House. She takes a moment to breathe it all in.

Safety, a sense of belonging, friends, free food….

Ah, the sweet smell of it. Well, that and dried blood. But still, generally pretty sweet.

Figuring it would look to cliché to just stand there on the top of the hill, arms spread wide, a setting sun behind her, she runs down the hill until she reaches the Athena Cabin.

She banged loudly on the door. "Annabeth? I know you're in there! You always are, doing something nerdy!"

The door swings open, and Miranda, forgetting it swings outwardly, gets hit in the nose. Cursing whoever built the cabin, she looks up to see one of her best friends ever.

She grins and hugs the blond 17 year old.

"Annabeth!" She was expecting a hug. Instead she got a punch in the nose. "Ow! What the Hades?" She rubbed the spot where she had gotten slugged, and if you're curious, it just so happened to be where the door hit her.

"Always in there doing something nerdy?" Demanded Annabeth.

"Well, I meant, math.." she fibbed weakly.

"You make it sound as if I don't have a life!"

"Well, um, if the shoe fits…."

"Whatever," huffed the daughter of Athena. "I'm busy."

Oh, look, her favorite Annabethian phrase. Now she could really annoy her.

"Busy with what?"

"None of your business kind of stuff."

"Why isn't it my business?"

"Because it's for older, mature people who are informed of a… problem."

"I'm plenty mature."

"Mmm-hmm, mature enough to blow up the camps only microwave."

"Wasn't me, but whatever.." Miranda protested.

"Yeah, good-bye. Conversation Q.E.D."

"What does that even mean?" Miranda called as Annabeth walked off. Just the, she noticed someone. Someone she hates a lot.

Avery Rodriguez, daughter of Poseidon, to be exact

Me: Surprise! In the next chapter, I'll tell you why she hates Avery!

Fang: Also, to find out more about Avery, go visit Zach Pettyfer and the Dark Side's Cookies!

Me: Night!

RR?