HAZEL

Hazel had no idea whatsoever what to do.

They all decided to meet together and decide what they prophecy meant.

Frank was bouncing a ball on the table, Leo was trying to eat flames, Jason was tapping the table randomly, Piper was slumped down in her chair, thinking, Nico was making skeletons, taking them apart, and putting them together incorrectly, watching them sputter around. And Coach Hedge? He was the only one making noise. Ever since he'd discovered Pirates of the Caribbean, he'd been impossible. Watching him recite random lines from the movie, Hazel was ready to make him walk the plank.

She would have, but she was in no mood to.

Did Hannah Montana grow up in Montana, since Montana is her last name? She wondered. Is Selina (Yes, she did not know how to spell the rock star's name correctly) Gomez a Goth? If J.K. Rowling wrote the Harry Potter series on napkins, then which restaurant was willing to let her use so much napkins?

Hazel had no end to the questions. She let out discontented hums, unknowingly going with the tune of Ode to Joy.

"Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hmmmmm hm hm. Hm – "

"Yar, ye!" Coach bellowed.

Oh, great. A tidal wave of black swarmed the ship.

Spiders, she thought distastefully.

The travelers fought at them, but the spiders were tiny – unable to be knocked to the ground due to how light they were. A crazy plan formed in her mind. It's a bad plan, but better than nothing. She thought. Oh, great, now I'm thinking like Percy.

She ran over to her room.

"Lass! Ye battle's over here!" Coach pirate-yelled angrily.

She looked around desperately – Yes! There it was. She grabbed the bottle and sprayed it full-blast at the spiders. Nothing happened, except for the fact that the spiders had turned a vibrant color of fuchsia. She glanced down and cursed. She'd thought she'd grabbed the bug spray, but instead snatched up a paint-sprayer gun thing. Pumps one gallon of paint per minute! Perfect for painting large portraits! It read.

Everyone was staring at her but she didn't care. She grabbed a different spray bottle and the liquid substance decided it wanted to do anything but kill spiders. The green-y colors leaked into a bag of open Leap-O's wait, no, Cheetos. Modern names. So complicated.

In desperation and anger, she hurled to bag at the black ugly mob of clustered arachnids. The spiders did what said on the bottle. Kills on contact! Yes, indeed, they were killed on contact.

Leo laughed despite the fact that he had cobwebs sticking out of his ear, his arms, and pretty much everywhere, plus he had a few bite marks. He had a white fleecy suspicious substance flapping out of his mouth. "That was awesome! 'A Bag of Cheetos Kills them All'!"

"Mophmmum." Frank muttered. A cobweb was sticking his lips together, and Hazel was pretty sure he meant Awesome.

Here we go again, she thought. They were all cramped by the table, bored out of their insane minds.

Leo started randomly tapping a song that kicked a gear in her mind – but she couldn't place it.

Suddenly, a voice said above them, "Wonderful song, ain't it? One of my personal favorites. Maybe I can tell you the history of that melody, before I smell blood."

She looked up, and she could not believe her eyes. Who was it? Musty Weaver? It was a mortal rock star, yet she had no idea who he was.

QUESTION ANSWER: Sea of Monsters - after Percy said to everyone, loud and clear that Tyson was his brother.

NEW QUESTION: Who is the guy that had that curse that he had to lure demigods to their deaths because he saved a girl's life?

Hint: Not mentioned in The Lightning Thief, Sea of Monsters, The Titans Curse, the Battle of the Labyrinth, or the Last Olympian. Nor in the Lost Hero, the Son of Neptune, or the Mark of Athena.

Found in: The secret diary of Luke Castellan (I think it's called that - not sure)

Bonus Question: (Not required. I know.) Who do you think the famous rockstar person is? Clue: Kvtujo Cfjcfs. Coded, de-code and you will find the answer.

Yes. I finally update, coming up with a super-short chapter, complete with a cliffhanger. Isn't life WONDERFUL? (Sarcasm, brother) Yes, I am truly sorry, yet the next chapter HAS to be in Leo's perspective.

Anyway, some 'owning' is coming up. I DO NOT like 'owning'. 'Making' is bad. 'Owning freely' is bad. 'Owning' is certainty, horribly, terribly, abusively (in my mind), bad. Owning makes me think of slavery and Harriet Tubman. A stranger in a strange land. I think I'll go with 'making a model', thank you very much. After that, they are free spirits, meaning anyone may use them in their fanfics.

Abby: Yes. No owning.

Me: Totally! I don't fully 'own' you, anyway! Thank you's to Percabeth4ever!

*clapping rises in background*

Foamy: Yay! Yay! Three cheers for Percabeth4ever!

Apopis (Sorry, Chaos snake! Forgot how to spell your name there! *snicker*): Yippee!

Me: *hides smile* so now…

Percy&Annabeth: Yay! Thanks for naming after us, Percabeth4ever!

Me: I will never own anyone in this book, since I have signed my new oath.

We write this to say that P&A4eva will never, ever, ever do the crime of owning a character. Persons that she has made shall not be owned by her, and they shall freely be used by anyone who wishes. She has never, will never, and does not own any character in PJO. Or in any fan fiction book she has written or will write.

Signing: PERCYANDANNABETH4EVA,

Thanks forever,
P&A4EVA