Hello, everyone! I'm taking over/adopting spectaculaire's story. As I am very busy with real life, updates will come sparingly, but fear not, I shall bring them forth as Gaea brought forth the Titans (and look how much trouble that caused. Terrible analogy. Moving on.)
Alternative title: Drew Tanaka's First Days At Camp Half-Blood
Set near the end of The Lightning Thief.
In this fanfic, Drew is around twelve years old and already very annoying. She doesn't know about the Greek world yet in this chapter and is only slightly aware of her charmspeaking abilities.
Oh, and I don't own anything.
Ugh. Some people are so fussy.
If you talk to my dad's plastic hag of a fiancée, she'd probably tell you that I completely her one chance to showcase her, ahem, "groundbreaking" designs in the Tokyo Fashion Week. Absolutely ridiculous, if you ask me.
In all seriousness, I never expected that snobby, horrible runway model to fully follow the advice I gave her backstage. I really can't help that I'm so persuasive!
Honestly, it wasn't my fault that the most beautiful model in Japan punched the eleventh-most beautiful model in Japan in the middle of the catwalk for no good reason. It wasn't my fault then and it isn't my fault now that they each have to get another nose job. How was I supposed to know that the two of them knew judo and a single punch would result in one heck of a televised catfight, ending with both of them getting knocked unconscious by a moving prop?
Besides, a clock-themed fashion show complete with gigantic, swinging pendulums? That was bound to drive any supermodel insane!
Nevertheless here I am, fresh off a 14-hour flight, in a stuffy Mercedes headed to God-Knows-Where, Long Island. Instead of going on that dreamy Mediterranean cruise like Dad planned prior to the Supermodel Catfight Incident, I am in exile, sent off to spend the rest of the summer in a freaking camp.