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DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters and I am not Rick Rioden. I DO own the storyline/plot though.
Chapter Two: I Get My House Redone
My breath caught in my throat. My Mom stepped out of the driver's side. Her eyes grew into reflective bowls, and I could tell she was as astonished as I was. Nico was about ready to rip the door off its hinges. Instead, he pushed the 'back' button on the automatic door, and it slowly slid…well…back. I saw this from the corner of my eye. My vision was still captivated on the sight before me.
Facing me arose a building that's pure awesomeness could never be replicated. It was no longer a simple, few roomed cabin. The shack had morphed into a palace of sorts.
Two grand, symmetrical towers grew into the sky. Perched upon their slanted roofs were two curious, yet knowing owl statues. Connecting the two pillars was an expanse of rooms, made of a cool gray stone. Spread about on the roofs of these rooms attentively sat stone cupids. Their cherub faces pointed downward, to a low, wooden door, with a silver doorknocker. Imprinted in the center of the intricate entranceway was a golden lightening bolt, crossed with a shimmering green trident. It symbolized Poseidon and Lord Zeus working in cooperation. The Gods.
Only they could create such a place. My eyes were overwhelmed with the majesty and grander of it. Nico summed up all of our thoughts in one word: "Duuude!"
"Perrrcy… I thought you said the cabin was small," Grover whined. My friend's heads swiveled toward me. The whirl of blond made me feel especially guilty. Their heads nodded vigorously with his comment.
I stammered, "I…I had no idea…" my voice trailed off.
Luckily, one can always count on friends for help breaking the silence. "Hey, I'm starved. Do you have any enchiladas in this place? C'mon, with cheese-fries?" questioned Grover.
I shrugged, not knowing how to answer (later I did thank him for saving me).
I just walked up to the door. And knocked.
A/N: So, how was it? I tried to change up the style, and make it a little more original. The few sentence fragments are intended. Please review. Remember the magic number: 5 (feel free to go over that). Hope you enjoyed it. Tell me if it was better or worse than the previous chapter.