Alright guys. Or should I say, . . . . RANDOM PEOPLE! WHOOOOHHOOOOOOO! Sorry, schools out, and I suspect there was more in my allergy meds than on the label. Thank you for all the reviews, poll votes,. . . .AND, NO! I HAD 4 POLL VOTES! 4! FOUR I TELL YOU FOUR! DO YOU KNOW HOW SAD THAT IS TO ME! I MADE MY PET SQUIRREL CRY WITH ME SO MUCH HE DIED! HE GOT DEHYDRATED FROM LOSS OF WATER AND LOST IT! THEN I CRIED FOR REAL! BECAUSE I REALLY DID LOVE SQUEEKY! I THINK HE LOVED ME TOO, DEEP DOWN!

Random announcer guy: Crazy, you are now required on stage.

Me: Oh, okay.

I did tell you guys that since I was so disturbed about squeekys death, that I kidnapped, strapped down, and forced Dr. Phil and his whole crew to do a session for me!

Random announcer guy: Now, please.

Me: OKAY! I'm coming!

The current scene, two burgundy chairs sitting on either side of a oak desk. Wait, no, pine. Yeah, pine. A man is duct-taped to one of those swirly chair that doctors and accountants have, which is sitting behind the pine desk. He appears terrified. He also appears to be .

Me: Hello, .

Dr. Phil: MMMMMMM! MMMMMMMM!

Was it mentioned that there is duct tape over the doctors mouth?

Me: Wow, I haven't even told you my problem yet, and already you have ingenious advice for me. I can't imagine what yoou will tell me after you know whats wrong with me.

Dr. Phil:(After the duct tape comes off) I know whats wrong with you! Your a psychopath that's what!

Me: WOW! Maybe you are right! Maybe some part of my brain tells my heart that I need to grieve the loss of my Squeeky, since I have never actually loved an animal this much! Thanks so much Dr.!

Dr. Phil: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Well, I suppose I should write a story now, since that generally is what authors do. Here you go! Remember to vote on my poll on my profile! Oh, yeah, and cheeseburgers!


Well, here I am, I thought as I walked up to the Empire State my way to Olympus. I know, you are mad because you wanted to know the story of how I got here and crap like that. Well, I'm a nice person so I will give you a short and boring history of getting to Manhattan.


I grabbed my book bag, loaded it with all of my needed crap, and left. I summoned a Pegasus to take me to Manhattan, but it got tired at the edge, sat down, scared some poor hobo who had been selling a dog a cheeseburger. I let him go, (not the hobo, the Pegasus) back to camp and walked to a hotel which cost me ten bucks a night. my bed fell apart when I sat on it and I had to sleep in the bathtub, which actually was the cleanest place in the room. I left a six AM, and bought a cheeseburger from the hobo. then I headed to The Empire State Building, on the way which I was attacked by a ferret, and a Drakenea with a slushie. Now we will resume to the original story which was much happier than this one.


I walked through the revolving door with five other people in suits I didn't know. They seemed insulted that my inferior clothes and being had touched their glorious suits and beings. Moving on.

There sitting at the desk, sat the unnamed, book-absorbed, bald, creepy, male, dude-who sat-at-the-desk.

"Excuse me?" I said. He looked up from his book. It had some wizard or something on it. Hey, hadn't that been the same book he had been reading last time? Wow, he is a slow reader.

"Go on in." He sighed. We have met him before. He knows I'm going up.

"Thanks! I said, and walked into the elevator. Some song from a least a century ago was playing, and it was being opera sang, even though the music was country, banjo, to be more specific. Then there was a break and some guy started rapping so off beat It would shun even Kanye West. Wow, I thought. This music REALLY sucks.

Finally, the door opened and I got out, gasping for air. Why? I don't really know, . . . . .

"Zeus! Mom! I need your help!" I cried, running towards the giant building that the Olympians were in at all time because apparently they had nothing better to do. As I approached, all the random beings around me stared at me. Hey, It's not like I don't blame them. I've had quite a week. I DESERVE insanity. Eventually, I reached the top of the stairs, which took FOREVER. I don't know why they choose to put so many steps in front of the building. Probably because it looked good.

I knocked on the giant doors that guarded the entrance to The Giant Room. Hermes opened them.

"Oh, crap! I was hoping you were the delivery dude who was going to deliver my new delivery kit! But, now that I think of it, I am the delivery god, so I would be delivering it so I better go get it s I can deliver it to myself!" He vaporized, leaving nothing to hold the door open, therefore, it closed. Leaving me in the same place I was. My hand raised, and a door closed in my face. Yay.

I knocked again. This time my mother opened the door.

"Yes, dear?" Athena said.

"Um, I need to talk to you guys, . . . . ."

"Come on in."

And so I walked into The Giant Room. All the Olympians were in their places. Except Hermes. And Mom, and Dionysus. But, strangely enough, Hades was there. It seems kind of odd that this is always how the Olympians look whenever anyone comes into The Giant Room. With the exception of Hades that is.

"Well, " Zeus said. "What do you need?"

I took a deep breath. My mother was still standing beside me, but it was still a little nervous-making giving a speech to 11 all-powerful 30 foot tall being staring at you like it would be the most exciting moment in their life to incinerate you.

"Something,. . . . . .odd, is going on at Camp Half Blood." I started, then in all his classiness, Zeus interrupted me.

"Hahahahah!" He burst out laughing. "Do you think we don't know that? They are acting out of character, and furthermore, it's hilarious."

That's when I gt mad. "You think this is all just a joke!" I yelled. "Everyone is doing the last thing they would ever do! And you don't want to do anything about it? What if the last thing someone would do is kill themselves? Huh? What then?"

Zeus looked at me, puzzled. You know, for a guy with such a big brain, he doesn't catch on fast. "Well, why would we stop it?"

Now, to me, it seemed like the answer to that question was blatantly oblivious.

"Because it's wrong! Aphrodite kids don't play basketball! Ares girls don't wear makeup! Hermes sons don't start loan businesses! Percy doesn't act like Smelly Gabe!" At each mention of their name, the gods stood up, and one by one, their eyes got all hazy, then snapped back into focus, like they just now decided to check on their children.

"I think we should at least figure out what is going on!" Aphrodite cried. She seemed to be in shock.

""Immediately!" Ares yelled. "I will not have my daughter acting like a vulnerable, a vulnerable-Daughter of Aphrodite." He spit out, like it was the worst thing he could think of to say.

Aphrodite's shock turned to anger before I could say cheesedoodles.

"OH, YEAH! Well, I will NOT have my daughter flouncing around like the scum of Ares!" She yelled. I had to admit, Scum of Ares was a pretty good insult. I had to remember that for when Clarisse was back to normal.

The two gods/goddesses leaped out of their thrones at each other, only to run into an invisible wall in the middle of the room.

"When did that get there?"A stunned Aphrodite said, lying on her butt in the middle of the room.

"Now, now, none of that." Zeus said. "If you want to maintain a healthy relationship you should be getting along well."

"Ah, yes, since you are the best one in the room to give relationship advice." Hera said, looking bored.

"Well, I have had the most relationships." Zeus said proudly. Hera rolled her eyes and looked away.

All this time, I stood there, awestruck at how badly the gods got along.

"Excuse me?" I said, "Can we get back to the subject at hand here?"

"Ah, yes, of course." Zeus said. "Well, there is nothing wrong with a little change in attitude, so therefore I can do nothing about it. Case closed."

You know how I said I was mad before? Yeah, well now I was REALLY mad.

"WHAT?" Aphrodite, Ares, Poseidon, Hermes, (When did he get here?) And I yelled.

"You heard me. They are not causing any damage to themselves or others, therefore I don't have to do anything."

"helLOOO? Chiron's Emo! That's about as "Hurting yourself" As you can get!" I yelled.

"This is not natural, brother. We should look into it." Poseidon spoke up. Thank goodness. Maybe Zeus would listen to his second in command.

"Why, isn't attitude natural?"Zeus said.

"Well, yes but,. . ."Poseidon stammered.

"Isn't it also natural for our children to have a little change in attitude as they grow up?"

Okay, that was just WEIRD!

"Look here, Zeus, "I started, then was met with, "The-I'm-Gonna-Throw-Something-Large-Pointy-Dangerous-And-Electric-At-You-Stare".

"Um,. . .Look here, lord Zeus." That seemed to please him.

"You have to do something about this, or things will get worse. You just think this is funny and don't want to stop it do you?"

He thought about this for a second. "Well, it is true that this is hilarious, and I don't want to stop it, It is also true that it is not necessarily well, um,. . .necessary."

The Olympians broke into yells, screaming accusations at Zeus. Then they, um,. . .disappeared.

I was in my cabin, alone. Untill my mom materialized next to me.

"Your a brave girl Annabeth. You can get through this. You will have my help too. As I an not ready to let this go so easily. For all we know it could be a plot to take away our allies so we will not stand as strong in a war! But, for now, you must figure this out yourself. Without Zeus's permission we cannot help you, well we aren't supposed to anyway."She said with a wink.

I smiled. "Thanks Mom."

And with that, she too disappeared.


Haha! Howd you like it? Why don't you tell me? Thank you, goodbye, and cheeseburgers.

Until next time,

~CrAzY