Hiya my loyal readers! How you all doing? Fine? Okay, that was weird. So to celebrate the new year for all my American readers,I decided to give you all a super long chapter! 4000 words plus.
Okay, time for the moment of truth...time for the FCSFTIDTMBIA awards! Is anyone clapping? No one? Well I'm clapping my hands now... So, I had so many reviews from so many people that I was jumping and screaming(my mom thought I went mad or that there was a cockroach in the room) in joy, so since I'm in a good mood, which is quite often, thankfully, I'm going to give every single one of you awards each!
The MLFEILYYATB(Most Loyal Fan I Love You You Are The Best)award : craznerdgirl! Or Kara. Whichever one you prefer more :)
Personal letter to you:
Oh my gods, please don't die! You're my first official fan(I think)! I showed my friend your story and she was like screaming,"I know it! This is your story! Oh my god, It's just like you to write something this awesome!"
But she didn't log in to her account, so she didn't review:( I'll help her review though!
Thank you for sticking with me from chapter one till now! For that I'm grateful! And I don't think you're a creepy fangirl... I think you're an awesome fangirl!
Signed,
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The PTSMSWTMP(Person That Shared My Story With The Most People)award : Divide By Zero!
Hey! I'm sorry I killed off Thalia and Hazel. Needed to, though. Thalia's one of my fav characters too, so I gave her a huge part in this story...but she's dead. I promise you, though, she does play a part in my story! I'll do her POV soon, if I can fit it in.
And I'm glad you thought the disclaimers were funny!
The LAMACTNMMC(Longest And Most Awesome Comment That Nearly Made Me Cry)award : PercabethForever211/Cassie
Haha, I'm not the daughter of a writing goddess, but I am a daughter of Hades! Just Kidding. My dad's awesome, but he's not an ancient Greek God, though that'll be cool if he was one...
I totally agree with your penname and that Perchal is utterly HORRIBLE! No chemistry between them AT ALL! But I'm okay with Rachel, I guess. Her middle name's my name:) And I'll go check out your page right after I post this chapter.
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You like that painting too? Awesome! It's Starry Starry Night by Vincent Van Gough, right? Or at least that's what it looks like to me. And I think I've seen your name somewhere before...just can't remember where.
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Hiya Fin! Love your penname! Glad you took time to read my story and I'm glad you like it!
Sooo, did I miss anyone? No? Good. I'll put the disclaimers at the bottom. BTW, after all of you guys read this, can you please give me some opinions and answer my questions at the bottom of the page? Thanks, and as usual, hope you enjoy this chapter!
Elise POV
I woke up with a killer headache. As in, like, one that was worse than Zeus's famous headache where his head had to be chopped into half. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Oops. Shouldn't have said that. I mean, thought that. I took a moment to clear my head and wait for my vision to stop being blurry and the back of my eyes to stop pounding.
"You're awake!" A pair of blue eyes stared down at me. Those blue eyes belonged to a boy who was around Percy's age, maybe a little older. I don't know, I was never really good at telling other's age. He had curly blonde hair, tan skin and soft features, with a handsome face that radiated warmth. The sight of him made my head jerk up violently. This guy looked exactly like…him. I felt a pinch of guilt in my chest. You were the one who abandoned him, he should be mad at you, a soft voice whispered in my head. I shook my head, trying to forget it. The past is the past. No point thinking about it anymore.
"Wow, she sure woke up pretty quickly. Usually those newbies take a week or so, especially those minor god's kids." He muttered to himself. I was a little offended by that. I mean, come on. Do I really look that fragile and weak?
"Who are you?" I demanded, but it sounded more like, "Whar choo?". Well, at least that's what it sounded like to me anyway. I cleared my throat and was about to try again, but was cut short by him.
"Here, drink this." He said as he handed me a cup of some golden liquid stuff. Ewww, oh come on, apple juice? I hate apple juice. How's apple juice gonna make me feel better? I used to love apple juice, but nowadays, all it did was to remind me of him.
"I hate apple juice. How's this gonna make me feel better? It'll make me feel worse." I said flatly. I know I was being rude, but this place was full of stuff that reminded me of him, and it didn't do my mood good.
"Just drink it. You'll feel better, trust me." The guy said earnestly, his blue eyes locking onto my brown ones. I took a leap of faith and sipped some of the apple juice. Apparently, it wasn't apple juice. It tasted more like a bowl of nice, hot, steamy noodles. I know, I know, that sound crazy. Maybe this is the nectar that Percy told me about. He said it tasted like cookies, but that's nonsense. This tasted just like my mom's signature dish. Not really, but I still loved it anyway. I downed the whole thing in one go. I stared at the glass, and decided this place was really horrible. This place reeks of my past, which I'm doing my best to forget.
"Who are you?" I asked again, but this time in a nicer tone.
"Will. Will Solace. Son of Apollo." He said.
"Oh, okay. I'm Elise. Nice to meet you." I went through the protocol. It was a routine. Mom always told me to be polite. I swallowed a silent sob when I remembered that she was gone. Nada. Dead.
"I know who you are. Elise Jackson. Percy's younger sister." Will said rather matter-of-factly.
"Oh. Okay. Are you the only one who knows?" I asked, praying that only Will Solace knew who I was.
"Ummm, yeah, about that, I don't really know. He told me to take extra care of you and make sure you didn't die or anything like that… but I really don't know if he told anyone else. Sorry 'bout that." He scratched his head sheepishly, blushing tomato red.
"It's okay. Well, just don't tell anyone." I nearly begged him. In fact, I would've got to my knees and begged him if I had to.
"Why?" He asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Because I don't want to be known as 'Percy's little sister'. I don't want to live in Percy's shadow, always trying to be better, but not being able to. I want to be my own person, and not always trying to fit into the qualities of what other's think Percy's little sister should be. I know that sounds selfish, but…" I trailed off, hoping that he would agree. It was selfish, but I didn't want to be the Percy Jackson's little sister. Besides, I'm way easier to kidnap than Annabeth and I think it'll be better if the monsters don't go after me in a cheap shot at Percy.
"You're not like most people, you know? Those people would be glad that they are in your position. They would be looking out for fame and power. You're special." Will looked at me and continued, "You don't have to try to fit my expectations of Percy's sis. You already have."
Now it was my turn to blush and look down on the floor.
"Uhhh, thanks. I guess. You're pretty awesome yourself, you know. I mean, thanks for taking care of me and all. So…see you again sometime?" I asked hopefully.
"Yeah, see you around sometime. I'm going to be singing at the campfire, you coming?" Will asked.
"Yup. Definitely going." I replied.
"I'll go get Percy and Annabeth to bring you to the big house. They're at archery class right now, but I'm sure the teacher would excuse them. I would accompany you myself, or get one of my brothers to, but we're currently treating a camper with severe burns." He said apologetically.
"Oh don't bother getting Percy and Annabeth. I'll find the big house myself. I mean, how hard can it be to find a big house?" I managed a small smile. I stood up, but suddenly, a wave of pain hit me and I was off balance. I felt a warm hand grab onto me. I used Will's hand to steady myself and took a shaky step forward.
"You know what? I'll just accompany you there myself you don't look too well. I can afford to get some break time. I'm sure my brothers won't mind." Will offered.
"No, you have a camper to tend to. See you at the campfire?" I rejected him nicely. Don't get me wrong, I like Will, but I can't let him leave his job alone just to send me to the big house. That's just wrong. I bid Will goodbye and made my way out of the informatory.
Annabeth POV
TIMESKIPDINNERTIME.
"Athena Cabin, fall in!" I commanded as the whole cabin stood in a single file. Athena's cabin is known for its neatest single file, and we weren't planning to disappoint today. The line was made out of my eight siblings. Most of my sibling were murdered in the second giant war, and only two, excluding me, survived. Malcolm and his younger sister, Atty. The rest were only recently discovered and claimed, though Alex is one year older than me.
So, let me introduce my dear cabin to you. I hope I won't bore you, but it is essential that you know my cabin.
I'm sure most of you know Malcolm, my second in command. What most of you don't know is that he has a sister that is two years younger than him, Atty. She's blonde, like me, with curls that are way nicer than mine. Percy disagrees, but whatever. It's his job to disagree after all, with him being my boyfriend.
And there's also Alex. The basic description of Alex is his name. He's exactly like Alex Rider from the Alex Rider series that Anthony Horowitz wrote, except his surname is Grant, not Rider. I heard mother was crazy about Alex Rider at one point of time, so maybe that's when Alex was born. And he even has a girlfriend named Sabrina from the Nike Cabin. Go figure.
Anyway, moving on to the next camper. Or rather, campers. Gabe and Abby Scoll. They are far by the cutest pair of four year old twins I've ever met. They're both blonde, and the ultimate pranksters of the cabin, though that doesn't stop all of my siblings, including me, from showering them with love and candy. But they're not spoilt at all, trust me.
Next, there's Annabella Catch. No, I'm not kidding, that's her real name. She the exact copy of me in terms of character, but in the looks department, she's the opposite. She's a brunette, I guess, but there's sometimes I swear that I can see red in that curly mop of brown hair. I would kill for that hair of hers. Although Malcolm's still my second in command, the next cabin councilor would probably be her.
Annabella's best friend is Melissa Lim. Also an Athena camper, but you wouldn't know it otherwise. She the exact opposite of the stereotypical Athenian Camper. Usually we're blonde, with curly hair and grey eyes, but her hair's sleek black and dead straight with only the slightest curls at the bottom. And her eyes are really, really dark brown. She hates that she's different, so she usually braids her hair to hide the fact that it's not curly. And she's also the only one among us that's not dyslexic. Lucky girl.
Lastly, there's Ginny, who's six. She's very shy, but once you get to know her, you'll find her very sweet. She's so mature, she can even give me proper advice. Who knew a six year old could be so mature? Then again, she's an Athenian.
So now you know my whole cabin. Good. On with the story, then. The Athena cabin was the first to sit down, as usual, and the Poseidon was last. I smiled at Percy, who was still the solo camper in the Poseidon cabin. Poseidon sure wasn't kidding when he said that he was going to stay faithful to Amphridite.
I scanned the pavilion for Elise, but I couldn't see her anywhere. I kept meaning to talk to her about turning the fish to stone and how she could be a child of Hecate, but I didn't see her today.
We went and gave our offering and I, as usual, scraped my grapes into the fire. I never scraped cheese to my mother; she hates it. I made the mistake once and, well, let's just say it wasn't pretty. I paused for a while before I added part of my brisket to the fire. I silently prayed to Poseidon, please help me solve this mystery. And also, please don't tell my mom that I'm praying to you. Thanks. I don't know if Poseidon heard me, but I knew my mom didn't, because I'm still alive and breathing. Once I made the mistake of praying to Poseidon and I was sent to the informatory for a whole week. I hope I'm not making a huge mistake again.
After everyone ate dinner, Chiron stomped his hoof on the ground to catch our attention.
"Hello, my dear little brats. Personally I'd rather be drunk than here in this stinkhole, but whatever. Anyway, there will be capture the flag next next week, I think. The Athena cabin currently holds the laurel, according to the Activities Director. Whoo hoo. Go cheer your little blonde airheads off. Also, we have something planned for you to commemorate the sacrifice and victory of the second war and blah blah blah. Oh, and we have a new camper, her name is, er, Elsa Jonson. Goodbye and have a nice day. Well, not really, I hope you all die." Mr D said grumply and stalked off, while all the campers dismissed themselves. I didn't see Elise anywhere near cabin eleven, so I went to do some thinking of my own.
I sat down in my empty cabin, thinking. Elise was not who she claims to be, that's for sure. Question is, who is she, then? Why is it essential that she can't reach camp, and why does Poseidon want me to figure it out?
I sat down and drew a mind map, hoping that it would help me at least get closer to the answer. So Thanatos wants her to reach camp, Poseidon opposes it, however both their actions are for Elise's own good. Elise could very well be related to Thanatos, due to her dark hair and eyes, but how can she be related to Poseidon? Unless he has something to hide…
Moving on to the next question. The stone fish. Only children of Hecate can turn stuff to stone, but Hecate's just a minor goddess, and though some of her children are powerful, Elise didn't strike me as one of those really powerful ones. In fact, she doesn't have that magical aura children of Hecate always have. There's something about her that seems a little…off.
What else am I missing? The story Thanatos showed me. I'm positive that the girl is Elise now. If she had a father, how could Thanatos be her godly parent? This is all so confusing. I'm a child of Athena for god's sake! How could I not be able to solve this puzzle?
I buried my head in my hands and cried out in frustration. Why couldn't I solve this? I had a feeling that the answer was right under my nose, but I just couldn't pinpoint it. I flung myself onto the bed and closed my eyes, finally caving in to exhaustion.
Elise POV
I found myself at the forest. Chiron had warned me not to go into there alone, especially if I was a newbie, but today's been hectic, and I just needed sometime to clear my head. Besides, I'll only be in there for a few minutes. When the dinner bell rings, I'll leave. I wandered into the forest, following the trail, but after a while, I decided to stray.
I was walking in a random direction when suddenly, I felt like someone was watching me. I turned around, but saw no one. I continued walking, and suddenly, from behind me, I heard a twig snap. I turned my head around, but again, I saw no one. I shrugged my shoulders, brushing off my unease. I'm just being paranoid.
After walking for about twenty minutes, I realized that my path was blocked by mass of vines tangled up, like a curtain. I pushed the vines away and reached a huge clearing. The clearing was huge, and it looked like a battle had been fought here. There were broken pieces of armor on the floor, bronze helmets, swords and shields, some entangled in vine, and most were already rusted. On some parts of the field, there were red blotches and some dried substance that looked suspiciously like blood. There were even fragments of bones and a skull lying on the floor.
In the centre of the field was a pile of boulders stacked on top of each other, in a shape that looked vaguely like some sort of fist. I stepped into the clearing carefully, trying to make as little noise as possible. Somehow, for some weird reason, I felt obliged to be quiet, as if any noise I made would wake up something sinister that was sleeping here.
I walked towards the boulder cautiously, careful not to step on anything. I fingered my father's bronze coin nervously, and stepped towards the boulders. There were scratches all over the boulders, but there was on mark that left me intrigued. It was definitely not a stray scratch mark, it was too neat and deep to be that. What's more, I could see a faint blue, like it was originally a violent shade of cobalt, but due to neglect, it had faded to a dull, muted blue. I touched it gently, waiting for something, anything, to happen. Nothing happened.
But just when I was about to remove my hand, the boulder started vibrating and the mark started glowing, turning brighter and brighter. I tried pulling my hand away, but realized I was stuck. That was when I started to panic.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I tried desperately to yank my hand away, but to no avail. I should've just stayed out of the forest! Now look at the mess I've dragged myself into. Before I could figure out anything, I realized I was falling into a pit.
I landed on the floor with a loud thud.
"Hello?" I called out, and was greeted by silence.
"Anyone here?" My voice echoed round the pit. However, after taking a few steps forward, I realized it was some sort of corridor, not a pit.
I took a few steps forward and my foot hit something. I looked down and saw a skull grinning back at me. My eyes widened and I let out an ear-piercing scream. I kicked the skull aside and fought to keep my tears at bay. I was breathing harshly, and my heart was pounding violently in my chest. This place was seriously giving me the creeps.
I took a closer look at my surroundings, and realized that though there were some armor and bones lying around, but there was only one complete set of bones still intact. The skeleton's hand was still clutching a sword and in its other hand was what looked like a coin. Something made me want to pick up that coin. Call it instinct or intuition, but I just had to pry the coin out of the skeleton's hand.
I tried every way I could think of to get the coin out of the skeleton's hand. Tried pulling its fingers apart, tried plucking the coin from its hand, and I even tried tickling its ribs so that it would laugh and let go of the coin. Apparently skeletons aren't ticklish. Eventually, I got sick of trying to do it the easy way, so I just grabbed the sword from the other hand and chopped off the fingers one by one and grabbed the coin from its palm. That was easy.
I looked at the coin closely. This coin was exactly like my father's coin, except that the designs were different. The designs were still in the same style, though. Ancient and Greek. My father's coin had the word Ποσειδώνας carved in Greek, and this other coin had Αθήνα carved in Greek on the coin. I shoved both of the coins into my pocket and turned around, expecting to find the exit. I did find the exit, but what I didn't expect to find was two monsters blocking it.
Percy POV
"Annabeth! Wake up!" I dashed into Annabeth's cabin and shook her awake.
"Shut up, seaweed brain." She groaned and slapped me on the cheek, muttering something about not getting her beauty sleep.
"Annabeth! This is serious! Wake up!" I yelled. Actually, there was nothing serious going on, but I just wanted to hang out with her today. It was a weekend after all.
"What? And keep the volume down. You're going to wake up everyone." She groaned and flipped over, her butt facing me.
"Annabeth, I mistook your designs for scrap paper and tossed them into your paper shredder…" I knew this would for sure wake her up good.
"WHAT DID YOU DO AGAIN, PERSEUS JACKSON?!" Annbeth jolted up and yelled, rage apparent on her face. To tell you the truth, I was starting to get a little scared.
"Ummm, nothing?" I said nervously and laughed weakly, scratching my hair. I tried making it neater and smoothening it down. If I'm going to die now, I better look presentable while dying.
"PERSEUS JACKSON, WHAT DID YOU DO AGAIN?" Annabeth raised her voice louder than before, if that was even possible. By now her whole cabin was awake, and staring at us.
"Yeah…you see, I was…ummm" I tried explaining to her, but she cut me short.
"Do you feel like dying a horrible death, Percy?" Annabeth narrowed her eyes and got ready for the kill. Gods, she looks so cute when she acting all serious…wait Percy! She's gonna kill you and all you can think of is how cute she is?!
"Wait…it was a prank wasn't it?" Annabeth looked at the paper shredder, realizing that it was empty and not even plugged in.
"No, it wasn't really a prank. It was the only way to get you awake…er…oh! Because there's an emergency!" I lied.
"Oh, so what is the emergency, may I ask?" Annabeth asked, raising an eyebrow. I contemplated telling her that I turned Chiron into a duck, but decided against it. I quickly thought of an emergency that Annabeth won't kill me for. Ahha! I got it! I'm such a genius sometimes.
"Elise is missing!" I lied again. Wow, the old saying one lie leads to another is really true!
"What?! Why did she go missing? Where is she? How did she go missing?" Annabeth screamed again.
"Geez, stop screaming, will you? You haven't even known Elise for a week and you're acting like I'm the one going missing. Calm down, okay?" I put a hand on her shoulder, hoping and praying that she won't try to kill me again when she found out that I was lying.
"Of course I care!" Annabeth scoffed.
"Elise's is your sister and I want to be on good terms with her since she's going to be my sister-in-law…" Annabeth faltered when she realized what she had just said.
"Anniebweath, you're engaged to Percy? Awww, that's so sweet!" One of Annabeth's siblings jumped down from the bunk bed and hugged Annabeth's waist, looking all innocent and sweet. She looked about five, with angel curls, strawberry blonde hair and missing two front teeth.
"No I'm not!" Annabeth protested, but no one listened to her. By now Annabeth was blushing tomato red, and I'm sure I was too.
"Oh, Anniebweath! Leme see your engagement wing!" The identical male version of the five year old cute little girl jumped down from the same bunk bed and grabbed Annabeth's hand.
"Wait, what wing?" I asked, a little blured off.
"You know, that little circle thingie that a guy gives a girl when he really loves her?" The little boy looked up at me innocently.
"Oh, well, about that. I'm not really engaged to Annabeth yet, so yeah." I said, feeling a little awkward.
"Can I be your wing boy?" He asked.
"But I'm not getting married to Annabeth!" I nearly screamed at him.
"But she loves you a lot!" He said earnestly, nodding his head.
"Yeah, well, I love her too, but I can't marry her now!" I said, exasperated.
"I quote from her diary, 'I can't imagine how impossibly hot Percy is. Ever since the first quest, I think I've had this little crush on him-"
"Shut up Gabe!" Annabeth yelled at the little blonde as she lunged at him, using her hand to cover his mouth, effectively shutting him up. Oh, so that one's called Gabe. Thought he was called 'big-mouth' or something along the lines of that.
Annabeth took me by my hand and dragged me out of there quickly. She was blushing fiercely, but after a while, her face became stone-hard again.
"So, what's the emergency?" Annabeth asked after an awkward silence.
"Percy, Annabeth! Did you see Elise today? I didn't give her a tour of camp yesterday, and I was thinking you two could help me." Chiron trotted over. Wheew, saved by the half man half horse.
"Sure, Chiron." Annabeth agreed readily.
"Let's go find Elise, shall we? I'm sure we won't find her in the Hermes cabin." Annabeth said nonchalantly. Oh dang. I'm about to be dead meat.
TIMESKIP A FEW HOURS LATER…
"I don't see her. We've searched everywhere. I still can't find her. You weren't lying when you said that she was missing." Annabeth sighed.
"Yeah, sure I wan't." I muttered.
"We've searched the larva rock wall, the cabins, the dining hall, the beach, the lake, the big house. Where is she?" Annabeth bit her lip in frustration.
"We didn't search the woods." I supplied helpfully.
"It'll take us days to find her if she's in the woods! And by then, she might be monster food!"
"Then let's start now. Faster we find her the better."
"Okay then. Race you!" Annabeth yelled, dashing off.
"No fair, wise girl!" I complained as I took off at her heels.
When I reached the forest, I was panting and wheezing.
"Come on seaweed brain! What are you waiting for?" Annabeth grabbed my hand and we walked along the trail, hoping to spot my sister along the way. After walking for a while, Annabeth suddenly stopped and looked closely at the ground.
"Look, Percy!" She hissed. I stared at the mud.
"I don't see anything."
"Foot prints!" Annabeth hissed again.
"Yeah, so?" I asked.
"Don't you get it? There's three sets of footprints. One smaller and not as deeply imprinted as the other two. That one might belong to Elise!" Annabeth said, but she sounded more worried than excited.
"That's good news!" I exclaimed. We finally found a lead and she's not happy? Girls are so weird. I'll never understand them.
"No, it's not. That means Elise was either taken prisoner by those two giants, or she was followed." Annabeth looked at me seriously. We stared at each other silently, and as realization sank in, a look of horror slowly crossed our faces.
Suddenly, an ear-piercing scream shattered the silence. Annabeth gave me a look.
"It might not be her," I argued, but the next thing we heard proved me wrong.
"Help! Somebody! Percy! Annabeth!" That was definitely Elise. No arguing about that. A feeling of dread wormed my way into my heart as me and Annabeth sprinted off into the forest, following the trail, hoping in our hearts that we weren't too late to save her.
Disclaimer time!
So, some of you are quite unhappy at me for killing Thalia... So I decided to bring Thalia back from the dead to say hi and do the disclaimers. In fact, she's doing a duet with Jason Grace! Let's welcome them, shall we?
Me: Are you going to do the disclaimers now?
Jason: No. I hate you.
Thalia: Yeah. No one likes you.
Me: What?! Why?
Jason: You killed my sister!
Thalia: You killed me!
Me: Whatever. Just do the disclaimers. Oh, and while you're at it, make sure it's funny. The audience loves that.
Thalia: OK. I'll make it as boring as possible.
Me: You sure you want to be so stubborn?
Thalia: Yes!
Me: Kay. Fine. Do as you please.
Pinecone Face: Wow, you aren't mad at all?
Me: Look at your name now, Pinecone.
Pinecone Face: What?! Change it! Now!
Me: Okay.
I Hate Green Day: Wow, thanks-wait what?!
Me: I don't know why you hate Green Day, personally I find them not bad.
Thalia: Change it back now!
Me: I'll change it all right.
I love Barbie: That's worse! I hate you even more now!
Me: Then do the disclaimers!
I love Barbie: Fine, but you have to change my name back. Deal?
Me: Deal.
Thalia: So you don't own PJO, thankfully.
Me: Ya, whatever. Hey, where's Jason?
Jason: HELLLLLLLLP MEEEEEE! I'M BEING CHASED BY MONSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTERSSSS SSSSSSSSS!
Thalia: Gotta jet. Nice doing business with you, Me.
Me: You too. See you in a few more chapters?
Thalia: You can count on it.
Me: 1...2...3...4...
Thalia: It's just a figure of speech!
Me: I know. I was just counting how many drawing I have pinned up on my wall.
Thalia: Oh. That was random. Bye!
Me: Bye! But not to you, dear reader! Still have some questions you need to answer!
The same old voting question. Which one is your favourite?
1) X-Factor
2)America/Briton's got Talent
3)American Idol
So far here's the results :
X-Factor : 2
America/Briton's got Talent : 0
American Idol : 1
BTW, folks, this question has a reason, if you vote, you help me continue my story! Okay, now I sound like I'm running for president or something. :)
Next question. THIS ONE VERY IMPORTANT.
Do you think I should pair up my OC with Will Solace or her Ex(another OC)
Peace out!
Oh, and here's a bonus chapter. Parody of PJO!
I advice you read the book one more time from cover to cover.
Half boy
Half god
ALL HERO
Penguin books
PRISSY JACKSON
AND THE
DOUGHNUT THIEF
.yello(bpy) is an award-winning author that has won zero awards for all of her works. Don't even get me started on why she calls herself an award-winning author. For the past fifteen years, she has been teaching at middle schools in some rural area near to where we call, 'the middle of nowhere'. Again, don't ask me how she can be teaching for fifteen years if she's not even fifteen, let alone old enough to work. She has no personal life or whatsoever.
Praise for the Prissy Jackson series: (Wow, I'm surprised there's any.)
'One of the worst books of the year...vastly boring'-dependent
'A horrible imitation of the Percy Jackson series. BPY takes the tale we all love and puts the cobwebs back in.'-Ian Cauliflower, author of Artemis Foul
'Not funny, not exciting, and not interesting... Horrible.'-The Space and Times
'Unputdownable, mainly because some idiot super-glued my hands to this freaking book!'-Guy who wished his hands were not glued to a horrible book.
'It's Car A and Car B meeting on a highway-disastrous." Saturday times.
