Day 2:

My fingers gripped the pink pen tightly. My Journal was nothing special if you excluded all of the scribbles of spells, enchantments and curses set on it, and Latin and Greek language it contained. I wrote down what happened today, the second day:

I recognized the horrors of being boyless and forever alive. Although I was brought up to hate man, I am capable of my own decisions. I shudder to think I'm one of those Mommy's Little Girls you always see in movies. Those "Mommy's Little Girls" always do as their "dear" mother tells them to do and end up not having a life. I respect the fact that a mother does what she thinks is best for their child, but what one thinks and what the facts really are can be totally different. No other mother other than Circe has told any child to stay away from boys. At least I don't know any mothers who have done that. I could be wrong. Anyways, death is something I need to experience. Perhaps I have been cursed with Pandora's curiosity, or I am simply ignorant. Ignorance or curious, it does not matter to me. I will escape. My first plan to get out of this cursed island has been thought of and activated. First I talked to Hermes.

A shining gold drachma sat in the palm of my open hand. It was just after midnight. I knew for sure that my mother was sleeping next to the dirty Guinea Pigs, the servants were off duty, and the attendees of the resort's horrid beauty were frolicking in the pool around the mini bar serving various varieties of alcohol. I stuck with the Virgin drinks, even though Circe attempted to convince me to try some sort of golden liquid. She said it was "good for me" and "only special girls like me" can drink it and "live." I remembered all of the mortal textbooks I saw about alcohol. All of them said something among the lines of no underage drinking.

Oh mother, such an ugly role model you are. The thought of drinking made my hand clench the drachma tighter.

She does not rule me. I am my own person. My thoughts of encouragement convinced me to do the deed. My hand automatically dropped the golden coin in to the bowl of water in front of me. When the drachma hit the water, it made a dull splash. The crystal chandelier hung darkly over my head. Where was the message? Where is Hermes?

The realization hit me like a cannonball. You forgot the rainbow, you idiot.

I turned on the chandelier and the crystals threw light intensities of all shapes and sizes all around the room. A piece of light hit the edge of my bowl. I nudged the bowl over to the light, and a small rainbow was formed. The drachma in the water sunk in to a hidden cave and that was when the horrible thing happened.

I totally blanked out.

I had never made an Iris message. My mom said it had to do with something about the outside world being tricky and being able to corrupt innocent minds such as mine. I had only heard what my mother had said for an Iris message when I pressed my ear against her door without you knowing. I knew a rainbow was required and a drachma, but what the Hades did my mom say to get the message to happen again? I remembered that it was for Iris, and then she said the person's name she wanted to speak to, but what was the exact wording? Greek goddesses were picky about this sort of stuff. I knew from experience. That very experience ran through my head, and I gave an involuntary shudder. Do yourself a favor and don't ask. I stood over the bowl on the decent sized, wooden table.

I tried, "Yo Iris, can you make this message go to my dawg, Hermes?" That didn't work.

I attempted, "Hey. Message. Me. Hermes. Now. Comprehend?" That didn't work.

I even tried it in a corny British accent, "Darling, Iris, I just came back from the loo, and I desperately need to speak to Hermes."

So I did the logical thing. Obviously Iris was a greedy bitch, and wanted some more mu-lah. I summoned a bag of drachmae and poured it in to the small bowl. It was like all my money fell in to a never ending hole of rainbow water.

"Show me, Hermes," I boomed. The rainbow shuddered for a heartbeat, and Hermes's face popped up. He was looking away, and he seemed to be at a mortal park of some sort.

"Hey," I said to the God of Travelers and Thievery. He looked up and pocketed something. It looked to be the shape and size of an iPhone. His face broke out in to a smile. My heart fluttered. Something about gods just did that to you. Geez. Don't judge.

"Haven't seen you in awhile, Emily. I suppose you want your favor now?" Hermes questioned. His eyes were sparkling, his muscles looked really nice with that tight shirt, and-

"Hello? Anyone home?"

Crap. I did it again. I nodded over enthusiastically. "Yup, yup, yup. I'm at the same place. Always. Yay." I said it sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

Hermes got the message. "Finally breaking away, eh? Well what can I do for ya? I've broke lots of my kiddos out of jail, occasionally steal a pudding cup from Zeus's open palm, and once I even tricked Aphrodite in to thinking I was Ares. The last accomplishment is my favorite." His face gave that cocky, "I'm kind of an ass" smile.

I pulled the multivitamins out of my pocket and thrust them in front of me so that he could see them clearly.

"So glad you bought my multivitamins," Hermes said. "They really are good for you, and they are a good deal if I do say so myself. Look at that sexy man on the cover of it too. Don't you just wanna make out with him?"

"Hermes, these are your multivitamins. You're on the cover."

"That doesn't change anything about my review about it."

I gave a sigh. Maybe Circe was on to something about boys... No. I erased that thought from my head. My mother was wrong. I was right. There's a bit of fifteen year old angst for you.

"Anyways," I gave another sigh. Hermes's comment still slightly irked me. "I changed these vitamins a bit. I want you to give them to the next boy who shall come to this island, and don't tell my mom."

Hermes smiled. "Sure, sure! Just make a nice sacrifice for me, and I'll pick up the vitamins. Just put them on this table you seem to have the rainbow on. George and Martha are good at finding random deliveries like this." A struggle seemed to go on in Hermes's iPhone pocket. He gave the pocket a hard slap, and immediately it stopped. His eyes went to the pocket. "No fighting during a business transaction. I thought we were clear?" He made eye contact with me again. "Circe probably won't even notice you are plotting something horrible against her. Probably."

"Don't tell her!"

After that memory flashed before my eyes yet again, I continued writing.

I'd like to say the business went way better than planned. I'm talking "Hermes proposed to me and I am now immortal with a never ending cash flow from Hermes's bank" good, but it didn't happen like that. The typical God of Trickery just played with me. I did find the multivitamins gone when I left the room, so I believe it is safe to assume that he picked them up. I'm one step closer to getting out of here.

I closed the Journal. I couldn't wait until the boy arrived.

AN: Sup. Yup. That's right. An entire chapter in thirty minutes. I'm too lazy to edit this one, so I'll just post it and see what people think. REMEMBER, I can't see what people think if you don't REVIEW. So please. Do me a favor and REVIEW. Thank you. ^^ Shout out to Cassiopeia3. I attempted to fix the issues you saw on establishing a character in this chapter. I believe what is say is true, and I think Emily is better because of your review. Thank you for being my first reviewer, story subscribe, and alerter. XD I really appreciate it. What do you like about this story? What do you hate about this story? Do you just feel like ranting shit? Well then, please type that down in the review for this story. Thank you. ^^

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