So It's finally summer brake, here in England, and I am pleased to say that I have got a few chapters typed up and ready to publish. Because I have more time, I can update regularly and probably get some more chapters done for L.I.a.M. (Love is a myth).

-NeonEnigma88, looking back at what I wrote on the last chapter, I can see how you got confused. Bella is a brunette and she was playing the 'dumb blonde' card and she thinks that it's pretty stereotypical to call blondes dumb, because most of Athena's children are blonde and Athena is the goddess of wisdom. And she also thinks it's pretty pointless for playing the 'dumb blonde' because she's a brunette. She is not a child of Athena, but Zeus and Renee. I hope that this cleared all the confusion up for you!

And I wasn't trying to offend any blondes! Honest! The smartest people in my year are all blondes, and therefore I think that the title 'dumb blonde' is stupid and rude. Does anyone actually know who came up with that nick name? I'm curious.

"The secret of flight is this - you have to do it immediately, before your body realizes it is defying the laws." ― Michael Cunningham, A Home at the End of the World

Chapter: Slash

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"Are you feeling ok, Bella?" Percy voiced his concern for me as we boarded the plane. We found our seats and I sat down in silence. "You haven't uttered a word since we left camp."

I just sighed and leant back on my chair. It was true. I hadn't spoken a word since we left camp. I didn't even say goodbye to my probably best friend.

"Please say something, Bella?" Nico begged.

"Leave Bells alone guys," Annabeth ordered, "she just needs time to think."

I smiled thankfully at Annabeth and she winked back at me. Does she know what went on between me and Matthew this morning? Surely he didn't tell anyone? He wouldn't, would he?

I quickly got up to go to the bathroom, but my escape was soon prevented when I was hit by a flying... make up bag? "Ouch," I mumble, as I rub my throbbing head. I clamp my eyes shut to ease the pain away. Who knew the blasted bags could be so darn heavy? Forget about monsters. You want to know Bella Swan's weaknesses? It's make up bags!

"I am so sorry," I hear a soprano voice say.

"S'kay. Been through worse." It was the truth. Ever since that incident, I have never even step foot in the archery room. I touch my head and wince at the pain that shoots up.

"Really, I am so sorry," the soprano voice apologises again. "I was just trying to put it in the overhead compartment, when I slipped an let go of the bag. I didn't see you, honestly."

"It's fine really. I'm fine, just need ice."

"Oh right, let me get you some."

I heard some scuffling and about a minute later, I was handed an ice pack. As my hand grazed the mystery person, I found that it was freezing cold. Where did she get the ice from?

I opened my eyes so that I could get a good look at my mystery person and I instantly had trouble keeping my jealous thoughts at bay. With her small but curvy frame, short, cropped, black hair, pale but healthy complexion, fashionable clothing, she was the epitome of beauty. I quickly find that I'm jealous of her natural beauty. But something in my thick skull warns me that something's seems off. And looking closely, I find it. It's her eyes. They were a sort of off-brown colour. Kind of darker than hazel but not exactly brown or topaz. Off-brown. Something tells me that she's wearing contacts. But why?

"I'm Alice, you must be Bella." She smiles at me.

"Err how did-"

"I read your necklace." She points at my neck. "The one behind the cute lightning bolt pendant," she directs.

Looking down I realise I must have slipped on my Bella necklace with Slash, my weapon of choice. Slash is kind of like riptide, except it glows when near monsters and is disguised as a lightning bolt. Apparently the rest of it's powers were explained to me on my twelfth birthday. The one that's been erased from my memory. Right now, it's glowing a bright yellow.

Monster, my head rang. Monster.

Oh. Well this trip just gets better and better.