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..::When You Need Help::..
..::Seven::..
Peirce looked long and hard at each of them. As the seconds ticked by his glare seemed to grow harder and harder.
He breathed out through his nostrils. "How do you know that name?"
Heath's heart skipped a beat, "So he's real?"
Peirce straightened his shoulders right before digging through his sack. "Never said anything like that."
Both young demigods plus a satyr were all hopeful and cheery at the possibility that Perseus Jackson even existed.
Peirce didn't know- or at least they all assumed he didn't know.- that lots of people had been talking about Percy. . . Okay, maybe not lots of people. But you know, more than three.
And most of them were monsters trying to kill them. So no, not many reliable sources to go on. . . Until now.
Peirce went towards the door and grabbed a couple of jackets off a stand none of them had noticed before. As he was checking the pockets of the jackets, Molly stepped into his line of sight. "Heath told us 'he was the son of Poseidon.'"
"Look kid," He smacked the jackets against his leg. "I don't know where you heard that name, but you're better off just forgetting it." he went back into the living area and grabbed one more item.
Peirce started to zip up his backpack and made his way to the front door. But they weren't done with him just yet.
Molly held out her hands in front of her in gesture for him to stop. "Wait, why?"
"Percy Jackson is not a name you want to be caught saying," Peirce swung the bag over his shoulder. "You're lucky it's me and not some other demigod with a grudge against him." he pulled out a set of keys from his pants pocket as he walked around her.
Seth stepped in his pathway, making him look right him. "But, I heard he saved Olympus."
Peirce stepped around him as well. "Well, you're not wrong."
"You knew him, didn't you?" questioned Heath. Peirce came to a halt with his hand on the door knob.
"Maybe," He mumbled. He stood still for a moment or two before he shook his head and opened the door. "But It's not something I'd go bragging about." he descended down the stairs without looking back.
All three of them ran after him without hesitation. They were surprised to find him already going down the second flight of stairs.
"Wait!" Seth yelled after him. The three of them bolted down the stairwell as quickly as their feet could take them. Heath even jumped over the railing; skipping the last half of the stairwell and the first half of the next.
"What'd he do? Why would people hate him so much?!" Heath reached out for his shoulder, but Peirce just shrugged off his hand as he whipped around to face him
"I have just one question." he pointed a each of them. "Why the Hades do you wanna know so badly?"
Heath took in a gulp. "Something happened." he paused. Peirce didn't move either. "We're not really sure, but Percy Jackson comes up every time we hear about it."
Peirce looked down at his hands as he spun his keys around on his finger. "Did they say Percy Jackson by name? or Someone like him?"
Seth shrugged and let his hands fall down against his legs. "Is there a difference?" his breathing was a little more ragged than before
Peirce scoffed and rolled his eyes at him. "Huge."
"Look," Seth's voice was hard and cold with that single word. "I don't know what personal beef you have with the guy. But according to everyone else in the world, he was the only dude that could help. So did you know the guy or-?"
"Yes! alright? I knew him." They all fell into silence as they waited for Peirce to continue on. "But if he was still alive he ain't someone you'd want to go asking for help."
Peirce didn't wait for them, he kept trucking down the stairs. He made it all the way to the street before he heard them again. When the footsteps against the pavement were right behind him, he heard Seth speak up first.
"Do you know how it happened?"
Peirce looked over his shoulder but kept walking as he rounded the corner of the building. "You're are going to have to be more specific on what exactly."
"How he died; Percy Jackson?"
Peirce was at his car, It was an average sized that sat five people including the driver. Peirce unlocked the doors and threw his sack onto the passengers seat. He slammed the door shut and turned to face them. "It was just a misunderstanding."
Heath raised both of his eyebrows. "That's not what I heard."
Seth whipped around to face Heath. "I thought you said you didn't know anything."
Heath's face blanched at Seth's suddenly switching his anger at him. "No, well. Not exactly?"
"You either know it or you don't, Heath." Molly's voice was barely above whispering level.
"I heard it once, okay?" defended Heath. "And the dude was pretty drunk when he was telling it."
"There's always a small nugget of truth within every tale." Peirce spoke in an almost mumble. He looked as if stuck in a trance. It was only for a moment, He shook his head then took a quick glance at his watch. "I only got about five minutes till I gotta go. So you're going to have to tell the short version."
Heath took a look around at his other two companions. Seth was just plain pissy with his arms crossed over his chest. Molly looked equally pissed but she was more mature; displaying it only with her facial expressions.
"The story goes like this," Heath took in a deep breath. "Percy Jackson confronted Death to make a deal; For his time was coming near. He offered 'Spare my life and I will help you get the life of a god.'
"Now this is where no one really knows what happens, We don't know if Death took the offer or not. Skipping over that, The rest of the story goes like this: In order for him to live a long life, he would have to put his life in Death's hands. Meaning, he would actually have to die in some form or fashion. So he drove his car off a bridge into the watery depths of the sea; his fathers domain. Another thing found odd."
Heath paused as he tried to remembered how the rest went. Everyone waited patiently and quietly until he continued again.
"It's said Poseidon knew of his son's plans and took away the gifts bestowed upon him at birth. The son of Poseidon drowned. Only thing keeping this story from becoming myth is this: Percy Jackson's body was never found, And right around that time, the gods lost contact to Hades the god of the Underworld.
"And that is the tale of Percy Jackson's death."
Peirce nodded "That's one hell of a story, kid." He opened the driver's side door.
"Do you really think he died?" Heath asked Peirce with only a little bit of wavering in his voice.
Peirce stopped right before getting into the car.
"I think if he did, you should let him rest in peace."
They each glanced at one of another with uncertainty. Peirce also joined in on their glancing at each other, he wasn't quite sure why though. He should of been on the road a long time ago.
Molly switched her weight from one foot to the other, grimacing slightly when she tried shifting onto her right. It was still pretty sore from earlier.
Peirce caught Molly's gazed when she jumped with a hiss. He raised an eyebrow, she just scowled and kept her weight on her right foot.
Molly rolled her shoulders and straightened her back. "Was there anyone who was really close with him?"
"Excuse me?" Peirce looked almost offended at he question.
"Who knew him best?" She clarified. "Maybe they can help us figure out what to do."
Peirce rolled his eyes at her. "What good is that gonna do?"
Heath caught on to her idea. "If we can't get Percy himself, then we'll get the next best thing." He finished out.
Peirce shook his head with a smirk as he sat down on the driver's seat with his feat still on the ground. "Only you don't know who that is."
"Do you?" She shot back.
Peirce's hands tightened into fist. "They're closer than you think." he mumbled.
"What?"
"It doesn't matter." he swung his legs into the car and slammed the door closed. After fumbling with his keys for a moment the engine roared to life.
Heath jumped behind the car while Molly stood in front. Preventing him from going anywhere.
"No, it does." Seth stood outside the open driver's side window.
"Just forget about him." Peirce snapped at him.
"But we need help!" Seth was back to yelling once again. "And if you know someone that can than you might as well tell us-"
Peirce slammed both hands against the steering wheel. "I'm Percy Jackson!"
And then there was silence.
"Well, at least I was." At this point both Molly and Heath had walked over to the window.
"You're Percy Jackson." Seth almost said it as a question, but he could kind of see it.
"Call me Perry or-or Pete something like that. I don't like being Percy no more." He told them without even turning his gaze to meet theirs.
Seth was still trying to wrap his head around this. "But, I thought you were dead."
"I wish I was." Peirce leaned his head against the steering wheel.
Heath tilted his head "But you're a hero! You-"
"-Were a hero. Past tense."
"But you saved the world multiple times! You-"
"-And you can see how well that turned out for me!" He actually looked at them this time. "Yeah, I saved the world. Yeah, I helped the gods every now and then, And yeah, I got banished from all contact to the demigod world and anything to do with it."
A thick silence coated over them following his outburst. It weighed them down, making them not even want to respond.
"Did you really do what the story said you did?" Well, most of them.
They all turned to look at Molly. She stood in the back of their little clump around the window.
Peirce wrinkled his nose. "You sure like asking a bunch of nosy questions don't ya?"
"I just want to know what made him- I mean, you so special." Molly countered while using large hand gestures.
"When you find out let me know." Peirce whispered under his breath.
"What?"
"Nothing." They could see his grip tightening on the wheel.
"Obviously." Seth remarked sarcastically.
"Look kids, I don't know what else to tell you. I can point you in the right direction to camp, But that's it." He twisted in his seat and looked behind him. "I'm already pushing my banishment enough just talking to you three."
"Couldn't you just give us a ride?
"What part of banished did you not get?
ROAR!
They all snapped their attention to down the street where the sound came from.
The ground began to shake in even trembles like a person walking. But not even angry New Yorkers could make cars shake from their foot falls.
A single street lamp lit the corner of the building. All four sets of eyes were focused there. Peirce got out of his car slowly while keeping his gaze down the dimly lit road.
As the trembles grew closer and closer a large foot stepped into the shine of the street lamp. The other one followed in suit and stepped into the light as well. The monster that stood there couldn't be seen fully by any of them, It was so much taller than the street lamp that only it's lower half could be seen by them.
"You three, take cover." the monster sniffed the air and the three scrambled to get out of it's general line of fire. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Okay!" Peirce yelled at them. "Unless I say otherwise, I want you three to drive off in 10 minutes. No matter the outcome, you three pretend you never saw me."
"What are you going to do?" Molly yelled back.
He shrugged. "I don't know, I'm kind of making this up as I go." He rolled his shoulders as he walked closer to the monster down the road. "Now get ready."
They all stayed off the street and watched Peirce as he got closer to the beast.
Peirce took a deep breath and faced the monster as he dug into his right pocket. He fished out a hunting knife.
Not just any hunting knife, oh no. This knife was coated in a thin layer of celestial bronze. Underneath that layer was just your basic steel. He'd never liked small knifes, but a demigod gotta be prepared.
The monster slowly leaned over as it got to the same level as Peirce. As it lowered it's head moved into the light and revealed all it's features to it's opponent.
It's eyes were glazed over. Peirce noticed first. Meaning this big ugly was blind. Covering most of his face was all this matted raggedy dark hair. It opened it's mouth and revealed it's large shark like teeth surrounded by black gums.
All across his shoulders and chest was even more fur like hair. Tied around it's waist was a cooking apron with 'LETTUCE EAT' written on it. In it's left hand was a club that was obviously made for him.
Peirce took a quick look behind him and saw Seth get into the driver's seat of the car. As he heard the car door slam shut and he could actually feel a load of stress leave his shoulders.
When he turned back around the monster was on all fours and sniffing the air. It's nostrils were full of snot so each sniff sounded similar to a chainsaw being started up.
It opened it's mouth and took a deep breath in. "You . . . Are . . . Not . . . Them."
It's voice was so low it rumbled through every bone. Just imagine Benedict Cumberbatch's voice, but just a whole lot deeper and crank the wind power up a couple notches.
"Who you looking for, Big Guy?" Peirce shouted. He took his stance a good ways away.
It whipped it's face right where he stood. It tilted it's head to the side like a dog.
"You . . . You have them." It's black lips parted in an almost slow motion speed.
Peirce put his hand up "Let's take a step back there, Mr. Big." The monster let out a low growl.
"I am hunting them." It smacked one of it's flabby hands against the pavement. "Where are they?"
Peirce jumped when the ground had started shake. Despite it's appearance of being made entirely of fat, this thing actually had more muscle than it let on.
"I'm not sure how I can help you," Peirce shouted back at it. "But maybe you could help me."
Mr. Big let out a very low hissing kind of sound. Peirce was just gonna assume it was it breathing.
"Why . . . Would I help . . . You?"
"Because if you don't, I'm gonna have to kill you."
Mr. Big let out a haughty laugh. The sound bounced off the buildings and echoed throughout the streets.
"Kill me? You demigods these days have gotten arrogant." The monster crawled closer towards Peirce on all fours. "I don't want to . . . Kill you either demigod, but you know where they are." It stood to it's full height only about 20 feet away from Peirce. "I will find . . . What I'm hunting for."
Peirce barely had time to even step out of the line of fire. Mr. Big leaned down and swiped it's right hand for Peirce.
He could feel the wind rush past him as Mr. Big's giant talons swung past him.
Never noticed those before. He though to himself. He re-griped his knife and waited for the next swipe.
With it's other arm it swung down it's club. It cane down like a toppled building. Peirce ran towards the giant as he tried avoiding the massive weapon.
It clanged down behind him and left a massive crater in the asphalt. It came down a lot faster than Peirce had expected.
Since he was already running towards the monster, he ran forward and used his knife to make a slash along it's inner leg. defiantly felt that slice. It hissed and tried to swat away Peirce like a annoying bug.
Once Peirce saw the giant hand coming his way he ran between it's legs so he was now behind it. The monster was slow to turn around. He turned about halfway before stopping, it sniffed the air before turning back the other way.
What the Hades? No sound came out of Peirce's mouth. He looked in the direction Mr. Big had turned towards and all current questions were answered.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He shouted at Molly and Seth. They'd both stepped out into the open in direct line with Mr. Big.
Peirce ran around the monster at top speed. Mr. Big hadn't started moving towards them yet; he still snorted loudly as he tried to sniff them out.
Peirce swiped his arm across motioning for them to move. "GET OUT OF THE WAY! ARE YOU INSANE?!"
He'd been so focused on the three little twerps being idiots that he didn't notice a giant hand coming down at him.
Mr. Big squeezed Peirce in one fist. Peirce's blade was left on the pavement as he was lifted higher and higher. Peirce had never been a fan of heights; neither was he a fan of monsters. Today was his (un)lucky day as he got both in one.
If ever asked he would deny any kind of girly cry, squeal, or even scream came from him. He'd tell you it was Seth. Speaking of the no good demigod, he happened to be below Peirce and the Mr. Big.
He scrambled around looking for the small pocket knife. Seth could hear Mr. Big's ragged breathing as Peirce was raised closer to it's face. A short scream rung out from Peirce when the monster tightened it's grip around him.
Two loud snorts rang out as it sniffed Peirce, "You stink of the sea." It's vibrating voice spoke.
"So I've been told." Grunted Peirce.
Seth finally managed to find the bronze weapon, he clutched it in both hands and sprinted towards the beast.
"Why do you smell of the sea? He's dead."
"You know, if you're really blind, you should get more reliable sources."
On the ground, Seth was standing next to the beast with Peirce's knife in hand. He had spent the past minute or so deciding if it would best to maim the thing or go for the killing blow.
He didn't get another whole minute to pick. opened his mouth in almost a slow-mo speed. Seth was 92% sure his plan was gonna work. He climbed on top of his foot and wrapped both hands around the hilt of the blade. With all his might he thrust the knife into the foot of the monster.
At first nothing really changed except for the fact there was a blade in it's foot.
"Oh for the live of-" Seth tightened his grip on the hilt and dragged it back towards him and sliced through the monster's foot.
The cut grew longer and longer as Seth was nearly back onto the ground with the blade.
Before Seth was even off the foot The monster finally took notice of the cut on it's foot. The blood trickled from it's foot and bubbled as it leaked out of the wound.
Seth grimaced at the wound. "That's disgusting."
The monster howled and dropped Peirce as he reached to grip his foot; He had the same reaction as some would to stubbing their toe.
Sadly, at the height had held Peirce it was rather quite high. On a happier note, he didn't die from the fall. He landed on one of the many cars parked along the side of the road.
Glass shard scattered everywhere and the top of the car caved in as he made his impact. A loud audible groan sounded from Peirce as he stayed still in the small crater he made on the car.
Seth scrambled over to the vehicle as still hopped around clutching his foot. Peirce started to move at a sloth's pace, it wasn't quite fast enough for anyone.
"Peirce, you better not be hurt."
"I just got dropped from about 30ft, shut your mouth."
"YOU!"
Seth whirled around; he could feel his shoulders tense tenfold.
Mr. Big had all it's weight on his uninjured foot. "I'll . . . kill you slowly for that."
Seth shrugged. "Yeah, I don't really feel like it."
ROAR!
Peirce rolled sideways off the car onto the pavement with a grunt. He was quick to his feet with only a few curses coming out as he got up.
"Take off your shirt." He started to remove his own shirt as well.
"Umm, what?" Seth questioned as he watched Peirce.
"This monster is blind and it's ears are real small." Peirce pulled his shirt over his head.
"So?"
"So, that means he mainly relies on his sense of smell." He threw his shirt few feet away. "If we take off our shirts, he'll smell them and give us time to get in the car."
Seth grumbled some unintelligible words as he followed suit and stripped his shirt. He tossed in the same general area as Peirce's shirt. Peirce had already started to chug along towards his car.
"And then what are we gonna do about Mr. Big?" Asked Seth running next to a hobbling Peirce.
Peirce slammed into his car because of his lack of balance. "We aren't gonna do anything." He opened the driver side door. "Goat-man, youngling, let's go."
"So we're just gonna leave it roaming around?"
"Pretty much."
"Molly's not doing to well." Heath told them.
Peirce glanced back at Mr. Big. He was heading towards their shirts; he hadn't noticed they weren't in them yet.
"Seth," he turned towards Peirce. "help him get her in the car."
Seth did as he was told and did exactly that. While Peirce jumped into the car, Seth got her legs and Heath pulled her into the car from he armpits. It took a little maneuvering, but they managed to get Molly in fairly quick.
They slammed the doors shut then Peirce spoke up "Keep your head down, don't come up no matter what you hear."
He pulled out into the street, then floored the gas petal. Peirce turned sharply onto 2nd Ave barely avoiding oncoming traffic. They all heard Mr. Big roar behind them, They had no idea if he'd follow or not. When no earth shaking footfalls were heard, they figured they got away for now.
Peirce swerved back and forth between other vehicles on the road as he kept a consistent speed that way way over the limit. He drove straight on through when confronted with a red light; he might of cause a couple accidents.
They neared the Queensboro Bridge at the same speed they had been this whole time. During the chaos of avoiding all cars on the road, Peirce hadn't notice soon enough that there wasn't anymore around him.
With no warning, the car crashed forward into an invisible wall. Glass shattered all over and he could hear the three in the back screaming. The car went back down onto all four wheels and Peirce shook his head.
All around, agents surrounded them in big black suburbans or on foot. In front of him, the invisible wall he'd crashed into powered down and multiple agents blockade the front.
"Peter!" A female voice called at him.
"Who's Peter?" Seth grunted from the back.
Peter turned his head to look back. "I am."
"Who are they?" Seth peeked out the window for a split second.
"People I work for. Well, used to."
"Why are they after you?"
"They have their reasons."
"What-"
"Listen zippy," Peirce snapped. "we are currently trying to outrun one of the most top secret, highly trained, persistent government agency known to man. So if you could please chill on the questions it would help."
Seth glared at the back of his head. "If their as good as they say they are, how do you plan on outrunning them?"
"I got an idea."
"Peter, turn off your vehicle and come out peacefully." It was the same woman as last time. "We don't wanna hurt you."
Peirce checked his car from his seat to see if it was functional. It was.
"Peter!"
He sighed. "I'm sorry."
Instantly he pressed the gas petal and the car lurched forward towards the barricade of people. Like the Red Sea, they parted; allowing Peirce to drive his car right on through.
As he drove past the bridge, he could hear the incoming agents after him. In a spur of the moment, he jerked the wheel to the left and the car skidded down 57th St.
This street was a dead end. If he didn't stop, he'd drive right into the East River. Perfect.
The car punched through the fence and went straight out into the murky waters below. The car started to fill with water rather quickly. All three in the back panicked. Even Molly who was half conscious.
"Take a deep breath, guys." Peirce instructed them.
In a few more moments, the car was filled completely with water. They started to sink towards the bottom and it was getting harder to hold their breath.
When they thought they couldn't last any longer, little bubbles started to form all around them. They grouped together and formed larger bubbles. They kept up this action until there was three large bubble over their heads. Each of them took in a large gulp of air.
Seth looked around first and saw Peirce floating in between the driver's and passenger seats. He assumed the worse and screamed.
He felt a hand cover his mouth then looked at the arm the hand was attached to. Peirce held a flashlight in his other hand that shined on his face. He moved his hand off his mouth and moved it to his own lip.
He signaled him to be quiet.
Seth nodded, then looked over at the other two. Heath seemed a little too calm for being in a sinking car while Molly was passed out in his arms. He looked back at Peirce. Peirce pointed at the doors, then mouthed "Go out."
Heath and Seth nodded. Heath grabbed Molly since he was already holding her. Peirce followed them out the back door. Once they were all out of the car, A strong current started to pick up around them.
Peirce shined the flashlight on his face. He mouthed 'Stay still.' then all four of them rocketed underwater with no warning.
They each panicked in their own way. Seth screamed, Heath blacked out a couple of times, And Molly remained unconscious. They continued moving through the water for the a long period of time. Or at least it felt like it.
They started to slow after a good while. Instead of being propelled directly sideways, they were now going up. They all broke the surface at the same time, and now they were left treading water on their own.
Seth coughed as he tried keeping his head above the water. "What just happened?" he asked.
"That would be me." Peirce replied from about 5ft away. "I just got us to Long Island." He then started swimming towards shore.
Seth looked at Heath, Heath just shrugged and swam after Peirce with Molly in his arms. Seth rolled his eyes for he umpteenth time but followed after the rest of them.
They were about 20ft out from shore, so it was a pretty good swim. Peirce used his powers to help Heath carry Molly. He did not help Seth in any way; Seth was pretty bitter about that.
Peirce made it to shore first. He just brushed off a piece of a sea plant from his shoulders and continued to drier ground. Heath made it fine with Molly in tow. Seth wasn't too far behind so he helped Heath carry Molly.
Once they were all out of far enough inland the three of them laid down on the sandy beach.
"It's only about a 20 minute walk until we get there." Peirce said, standing behind them.
Seth took in a deep breath. "Get where?"
"Camp."
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"It's just over the hill." Peirce instructed them. "Once you past the tree the barrier will protect you."
Turns out, 20 minutes in Peirce's time, did not equal 20 minutes in real time. They'd been trudging along for the past 45 minutes. They'd woken up Molly before they started their trek.
Now they stood on the side of a farm road. On top of the hill a single pine tree stood with something golden hanging on the lower branches.
Peirce hiked up his backpack. He'd made sure to grab it out of the car. "If you see a dragon by the tree, don't panic. He won't hurt you."
The other three looked up at the hill. Molly looked back at Peirce.
"Thank you, Peirce."
"That's not necessary." He paused for a moment. "And you guys can call me Percy."
"Why the change of mind?"
"Soon enough, you're gonna hear my name a lot. I might as well get used to it."
A little bit of uncomfortable silence fell over them. Not too much though.
Heath cleared his throat. "Can I ask you something?" Percy nodded. "Why were those guys after you?"
"Let's just say I did something I shouldn't have."
Some kind of noise in the wooded area sounded and drew his attention in that direction. He returned his focus back to the three.
"Go on. When you get in there, go to the big house with the bad paint job. Someone should be able to help you."
He didn't even stay to say goodbye. He was off down the road in a heartbeat.
"Do you think we'll see him again?" Molly asked the other two.
Seth shrugged as he turned towards the hill. "With our luck, we'll probably have to fight him to the death or something."
And so they all walked down together towards the big house with the bad paint job; just as Percy had instructed.
Edited 10/2/2017
Hey, so look at me being not dead and a really bad person.
This chapter was too long, so I split it in half. (So if it's kind of weird, there's another chapter coming.)
Thank y'all for all the reviews, and favs, and follows! Over 700 follows?! Just thank you guys.
Interesting news, (kind of.) I've made a Snapchat account.
I'll be able to post behind the scene stuff and all that crazy jazz. Account is: madeformoreff It's the one with the blue avatar.
Other news! Guess which chick is heading to New Orleans for Magnus Chase book event?
Plot twist! It's me ;)
Hit me up in my PM if you're going too! (Like seriously, It'd be really cool to know someone who's read my story is in the same room as me.)
Will you know exactly who I am? Probably not, I'm going with my mom and it's be really hard to explain how we know each other. BUT WHO KNOWS! If you know It's me by some stalkerish way, I'll gladly give you a highfive and just ask you don't tell my mom.
One other thing before I move on to the recommendations. This person post a review a little while ago, but since they were a guest and I didn't update for a while I was unable to reply.
To: Hashi-san
First off, Thank you so much! That's a really big compliment for me. You probably don't realize how much it means to me. Second, I kind of just spend hours starring at FF (Reading and writing.) so . . . *Shrugs* I mentioned above that I made a Snapchat so if you wanna follow that. I also have a Goodreads account, but I literally only use it to research books I find at the library.
And finally, in theory I update every other month. Reality I update when the good Lord so inspires me. (Next chapter is coming soon!)
Thank you again for the review!
Now Recommendations!
Next up we have:
"North of Beautiful" by: Justina Chen
Okay, this is a kind of cheesy one. But I like cheesy so it was great!
Other then all the cheesy-cheese-ness, it was a really awesome book. I personally felt really connected to this book, it made me realize alot of things that was happening in my life. Anyways, This book is on the more mature side, there's a some of language, but like, that's the worst.
Next chapter will be posted tomorrow or the day after. If it's not posted by then, I probably don't have a good reason why not.
Until we meet again.
-MFM
stay weird