Chapter Two: Sarcasm is the Body's Natural Defense Against Stupid, or in this Case, Ryan
So, after rolling out of bed, I went to my dressers, got out my yellow bikini, purple sandals, a white skirt, and a frilly purple V-neck top. Okay, I'm not much of a person for frills, but it was cute, even if you don't want to admit you like it.
So, you know who I am, and you probably know my parents, too. They're pretty cool, I guess. I mean, c'mon! How many people get to say their grandparents are gods? Well, I don't get to go around and flaunt that to just anyone, but you know what I mean.
It can get annoying at camp though, having Percy and Annabeth Jackson as your parents. Everyone expects something amazing from Ryan and me, but they shouldn't. I'm nothing special. Just unusual and sarcastic. Very Sarcastic.
Really, the worst part is Mr. D. I know he's rude to everyone, but it's even worse for us. He just hates us. And according to him, we're Ollie and Rake Jammersok. My dad said that Mr. D changed his name around too, when he was at camp. But I can't see my parents at camp. They're too old. But don't tell them I said that, I'd be grounded.
It's different when I get grounded- I don't get sent to my room. My mom makes me stand in the middle of the kitchen, because going to my room results in sleep. If I tand in the middle of the kitchen, I'm just stuck with a bunch of boring kitchen supplies.
"OLIVIA!" Ryan yelled, "Hurry up! I need a shower!"
"Since when do you take a shower, buttwad?"
Yeah, I don't know what a buttwad is either.
"Olivia, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!" Even though he was on the other side of the door, I knew that he was doing his puppy dog face that always works on dad.
"Ryan, will you leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeave?"
"But-"
"Ryan!"
I heard him sigh and mutter something under his breath that I would never say... in the house. You know why? You don't? So I have to explain why? Well, my mother might catch me swearing, then I'd be kitchened. And yes, kitchened is my little way of saying "I was grounded."
My dad would never kitchen me, though. If I swear, he just heard me wrong. According to him, I was a sweet little angel with no flaws. Thank the gods my dad is like that. I don't know if I could live with just my mom. That woman is work, I tell you. I think my dad is even a bit scared of her.
Ha, the guy who saved the world, scared of a woman?
