Thalia's P.O.V.

"TAMSEN!" my stepsisters scream in usion.

I groan at the nickname.

Gathering my skirt I get up from the floor, jumping over the bucket of soapy water.

My black skirt is well complemented with my gray blouse and black flats.

Of course, it's all too tight and worn.

My black hair is put half up and is exploding with my natural curls.

I quickly step up the stairs toward my stepsisters room.

"Yes, Barbies?" I ask them.

"Where's Breakfast?" Kione demands.

"Cooking." I lie.

"Okay." She sighs as Drew groans.

I race out the door to start making eggs.

I soon come back with three plates, one on my head, and two on each hand.

I hand Kione her plate, a strawberry crepe with extra whipped cream, and Drew hers, one egg and a single piece of bacon.

I then walk to Hera's room with eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, and hash browns.

I knock with my free hand.

"Come in." she barks.

I sigh as I open the door.

I see her petting her cat, Lucifer.

"Breakfast."

"Took you long enough." she snaps.

I give her the plate with a super false smile.

"Bye, Witch." I call once I go to do laundry.

I hear her growl. "TAMSEN!"

I chuckle as I run downstairs.

After cleaning the floor and doing the laundry, I call my friend Annabeth. She's like my fairy godmother sometimes. (A/N Wink, Wink!)

Her phone rings three times.

"Hey Thals." She says.

"Hey Annie."

"Don't call me that!" Her recording says.

Since everyone calls her Annie and she hates it, she made a recording of herself telling us not to.

I chuckle.

"Whatever you say, ANNIE!"

I hear the recording repeat itself.

"Whatcha need, Thals?"

"Your fathers cookies for the Barbies."

Her father owns a cookie shop called 'Demigods Sweets' considering she loves Greek Mythology.

"What ones?"

"Ten chocolate minotaurs, six vanilla Nymphs, and fourteen strawberry fields." I say, reading their note.

She whistles.

"There cravings are back?"

"Yep." I sigh. "How much is it?"

"On the house." she says.

"Thank you." I sigh. "They haven't paid me in days!"

She chuckles through the phone. "Be there in ten."

"No, make it fifteen, they'll be gone by then!"

"Okay."

"Bye, love you!" We scream together, a thing we've done since we were fourteen.

We hang up simultaneously.

I start cleaning again as the Barbies walk down.

I gape at them.

They have make up caked on there faces, a orange fake tan, and very revealing mini skirts and tank tops.

"Um, whatcha wearing?" I say, trying hard to suppress a laugh.

"We are going to the palace!" Kione brags.

"Feel bad for the kingdom." I mutter under my breath.

"What?" Drew asks.

"Nothing."

She sighs with her sister.

"MOTHER, HURRY UP!" Drew screams.

Hera comes down looking the same and it takes every ounce of willpower not to laugh.

"Bye now!" I call to them as they leave.

When they do, a couple minutes later a horrified Annabeth comes in.

"I hid in the bushes, I wish I hadn't."

I laugh slightly as she walks into the kitchen and puts down the box.

"You shouldn't have to deal with this crap." she says as I dust the bookshelf.

"Yeah and live on the streets, what a good idea." I say sarcastically.

"You could live with me."

"Ew, with the twins." I wrinkle my nose.

"Yeah, I feel bad bringing that up."

I smile at her.

"You should!" I fake scold.

She laughs.

I crouch to get the other books.

"But seriously, you're a maid in your own home!" she complains.

"I would refuse but…" I trail off, but she knows.

Last time I refused, I got the scar on my stomach.

"I know." she sighs. "But I feel like I should still complain. I feel bad that I can't do anything."

I smile at her as I get up, groaning.

"Your back hurts like you're seventy!" she complains.

"Shut up, Annabelle." she groans at the nickname.

We laugh and talk a bit more.

I hear a car door slam.

"The Witch is home, hide!" I say.

She runs out the back door.

Just as the door from the back slams, the door to the front opens.

"TAMSEN!" Hera yells.

"Yes?"

"Make lunch!"

"Yet breakfast was an hour ago." I mutter.

"What?" she snaps.

"Nothing." I say fake cheerily.

She snarls and goes to her room, slamming the door.

"Missed you too!" I whisper.

I walk to the kitchen and grab the bread and shove it in the toaster, then take out ham, lettuce, and a dressing.

I put the sandwiches together and put them on the plates and walk to there rooms.

After serving them I got a doll to the head, so I walk to the ice box and grab a pack of ice.

"Ow." I say to no one.

I sit there wondering if I will ever have a happy ending, a boyfriend, or if the throbbing will ever stop.

I will never know.

Sort of depressing, My Lovelies.

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