Okay, no offense anybody, but the number of polls and reviews I got were pathetic. But to the people who did review me, THANK YOU SO MUCH! Shutouts!

ARESBESTLITTLETAUNTER: I have two stories going on right now, so I have two polls, and I have to switch every now and then. So, yeah, that's why the poll wasn't up the day you read the story.

AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH: thank you for putting up the guest name. What is S? I don't understand!

LALA: another guest, I can finally establish who the heck you are. Thank you for thanking me.

Ummmm. if you review again, put up the same pen name, that way I don't get confused. Here is your fabulously made(by me of course) story:

Kaies pov.

The sun peeks through cracks int the curtain. I yawn slightly before realizing what day it is. It's the day of the talent show and I know exactly what I'm going to do.

At the mess hall.

I sat down at the table with my other siblings. Sam was at my right and Miranda was at my left. We loaded our plates with vegetables and fruits, and gave a good sized portion of it to the Gods. I personally prayed to my mom and Apollo. Because that talent show was gunna be a blast!

I went to my cabin and started to rehearse. Sam walking in on about the bridge of the song. I stopped and picked her up. "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Is there anything you want to do for the talent show, honey?"

"No, but can I help you with your hair?"

"Sure."

Inside I was screaming,'she can't do your hair, she's four!' But at the moment, that didn't really matter.

Later that night I got in by special occasion dress. It was dark green with a pink flower tied to the strap. It had one strap on my right shoulder and went down just grazing the ground by my feet. In other words, it was gorgeous. I did my make-up which included light pink-green eyeshadow, lip gloss, and mascara with eyeliner right above it.

I called,"Sam! Come here?" "Okay, can I do your hair now?" "Sure," I replied and she set to work. She used an scrunch and twisted my hair so that it stopped like a bouquet at the top of my head.

Sam went to the drawer and pulled out five or six bobby pins to pin up my loose hair. After that was taken care of she went to the best primrose bush and plucked the best one. She placed it in my hair right in the bouquet.

I gave her a humungous hug and a kiss on the cheek and said quietly so that no-one else could hear, "Will you be watching?"

"Yes. I love listening to you sing pretty songs!"

I rushed backstage and awaited my cue. (Line breaker) it finally came and I walked on stage. Everyone was silent. Apollo started the music and I began to sing:

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick
I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no
I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do-o-o-o-o...
It was so quiet that I thought that I just sang it in my head. I felt a warn tear fall down my cheek. I looked sadly at Travis. He was talking to a friend, quietly. Like what I had to say didn't matter. But it did. He just didn't care.