I AM SORRY! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! SCHOOL STARTED AND I DIDN'T HAVE TIME AND I HAD ISSUES AND I ALWAYS DO BUT NOW ITS 7:56 ON SATURDAY MORNING AND IM GONNA WRITE A FREAKIN AWESOME CHAPTER FOR YOU BECAUSE I FEEL SO BAD AND THERE'S NO SCHOOL BECAUSE IT'S SATURDAY! IT OCCURRED TO ME JUST NOW IT WOULD BE EASIER TO JUST PUT ON THE CAPS LOCK INSTEAD OF PUSHING SHIFT FOR EVERY INDIVIDUAL LETTER. But that just shows MY intelligence. Whats intelligence anyway? And who made it up, that's so STUPID! Sorry, sorry.

But, really guys I started another story and focused my small sliver of an attention span on it, which was a bad idea because it didn't do that good anyway. Now I feel so bad because you guys had to go like two, or three or four, . . . . . . MONTHS without reading the awesomeness that lays before you on this page. Go ahead, read it, skip the authors note.

You couldn't, could you?

Knowing what wonderful things are later on on this page, you couldn't skip the authors note! YAY!

By the way, I'm slightly disturbed nobody asked me to update! Except Deviant1UK. YOU ROCK THE BIOSPHERE WE ALL LIVE IN BECAUSE OF GOVERNMENT DECEPTION! Thats Deviant1UK, by the way, so nobody else out there go thinkin' you rock no biosphere cuz yo' don't! Now that, was some serious slang. Well, not truly. Real slan dont got na apostophies cuza apostophies jus aint that gangsta!

Dr. Phil escaped a while back by the way. What a shame. Now I have to kidnap another physiological talk show host! What a JOY! No, really, thats my idea of fun. Opera Winfrey, look out.

I wrote a depressing story by the way. Wow, that was like the SECOND TIME I've said that so far. I'm on a roll!

I'm gonna try to continue this authors note long enough to make it 600 words. My apology gift for being so late. Of course, I cant do a Random Famous Person Commentary, because I did that last chapter, and I can do a lot of other stuff because I did it in other chapters, . . .

What? Did you really expect me to list out all the things I can't do? What kind of a loser do you think I am? I remind myself of Phycowits right now, you know from that show? Except I'm not that old and male.

Well, Ive already hit 446 word just rambling on randomly, (rambling on randomly! try saying that tree times fast!, rambling on randomly ramblingonrandomly ramblingonrandomly. Okay, well it's not THAT hard, but its harder than saying poop three times fast! pooppooppoop. See how easy that was? I'm writing this in parenthisis! Yay!) but if I ramble long enough, you might get bored and skip the authors not, which is unacceptable.

I just need about 100 more words. And I know just how to put them in! A super big stupid disclaimer! I've never made to big of a show over my disclaimer, but not I've brought in some very important people to do it!

Percy-You made my act like Smelly Gabe! Of all the people you could have done that to, ME? You maniac!

Grover-Yeah! Percy would never do that! And I would never step foot in that cursed factory!

The Stolls-We would never run a banking service, however, we might run past one and come out with more money than before!

CrAzY: Guys, guys, guys, you're here to do the disclaimer! not to cause harm to me physically or mentally!

Percy: Actually, we were just gonna stand here and yell at you for the next 600 words, put physical and mental harm sounds good too.

CrAzY:Ow! No- Percy if you would just- Ow! Ah that really hurt, . . . Ah, never mind. Does it look like I own PJO? about 700 words by the way, sometimes I amaze myself.

"Well, Grover, when did you start uhhh, . . employing Johnathan?"

Grover pondered for a second stroking his goatee.

"About a week ago, I think. Which means, . . ." He counted up some numbers on his fingers, and asked Johnathan something. Johnathan replied and Grover's eyes about popped out of his head.

"WHAT?" He yelled. "That means we're roughly 6 days off schedule! Johnathan, how many men do you have working on this project?" The way he said it, you would have thought it was a top-secret FBI project or something.

Johnathan shrugged. "Just me."

Grover looked as if he was going to explode. "Why didn't you get helpers!"

Johnathan muttered something about him being the only one stupid enough to do it.

"Well, if that what you think of my project then I think I'll just-"

"GROVER!" I yelled, interrupting the one-sided argument.

"Answer questions first- yell at Johnathan later." I said. Gosh, this was almost as bad as Malcolm's soap opera.

"Fine." He said. Pouting as if I took away his carrot. The nerve.

"Okay, what gave you the idea about your, . . . project?"

"Well, I was walking past the dining hall, on the way to my Save The Whales Foundation meeting, when I saw Dionysus walking past with well, wine in his hand for one, I thought about telling him, but I was afraid I would get disemboweled and decided better of it. Anyway, he was holding a magazine. As he turned the page, I caught a glimpse of an add in it. And I thought, . . . . Well, if I told you more, you would know about The Project, and you would have to sign the secrets act, and I'm pretty sure that-"

For the second time that day, I cut Grover off.

"Okay, that's all I need to know. Thanks, you can go back to yelling at Johnathan now."

"Gladly." He said, and turned around.

I got out of the forgery as fast as I could, not wanting to hear another round of "Yell-at-Johnathan."

I looked over my notes. I figured I only needed one more persons imput, but who? I couldn't go back to Percy, It was too disturbing. So I did the fist thing that came logially. I decieded to interview the first person who ran into me. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, I can't decide.) That person was Nice, who was in the process of collecting wildflowers and putting them into a pink vase.

Of course, as soon as I ran into him, (This was literally, of course) he dropped his flowers and the vase shattered on the sidewalk.

Nico bent down, cradling a weed of some kind in his hand like it was his dead dog.

"No, no. . ."He murmured.

"Nico, Nico, come back from PLantLand! Nico!" I yelled.

He looked up from the weed.

"I thought I could save it, They were going to pull the weeds, and, and I wanted to save it, I wanted so bad, . . ." He murmured. His gaze went back down to the plant, who was probably wishing nico had just let them weed the stupid garden and let him die by the hands of round-up, rather than dying by the hand of a delusional son of Hades.

"Nico, look, there are more weeds-um, flowers. You can get another vase, just as soon as you answer a few questions for me, . . ."

Nico threw the poor weed to the ground. "It's not about the other flowers!" He yelled. "It's about those! They probably had lovers, maybe children and pets! And you took that away from them! Now thier just, just decompostion material! You killed them! How could you?"

"Technically, I just knocked them to the ground, where they were in the first place, you pulled them up." I said. Only after I was done did I realize what a mistake that was.

Nico looked at his hands as if they were covered in blood.

"No, no, . . I'm a murderer, I killed them. I killed them all, like animals, . . . " You know, Nico was murmurring a lot more nowdays.

"Hate and revenge are the path to the Dark Side Anakin." I said. That seemed to snap him from his trance.

"What?" He said.

"Nothing," I said. "You can go back to you're weeping and murmurring just as soon as you answer a few questions for me, okay?"

Nico sniffled. "I guess so." Then he sat down criss cross applesause on the sidewalk and patted the ground next to him like he wanted me to sit there.

"Uh, Nico?" I said. "Would you mind answering the questions, uh, standing up?"

He nodded yes. I sighed and looked around for anyone who might see me. Then I sat down.

Nico nodded, satisfied.

"Okay," I said. "When did you start, umm, this, uh, . . . fondness for weed- um, flowers?"

Nico pondered this. "A couple days ago." He said. His hand was slowly stroking a weed laying in the dirt beside him. Weird.

"And ummm, . . . Why?" I said. (You know how they say, there's a first for everything? Well, this was the first time I'd ever asked a son of the Death god why he was obsessed with daisys. Turns out, there really is a first for everything. even asking sons of death gods why they became obsessed with daisy's.)

"I was on my way to the big house, and I crossed paths with Dionysus, carrying a bouquet of flowers, and I thought, wow, thats so preety."

Was I the ONLY one who saw, like, 18 things wrong with that sentence?

Didn't think so.

"Just to be clear, you thought the daisy's were pretty, NOT Dionysus?" I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"Oh, GOSH yes." Nico clarified.

I silently thanked whoever was doing this that Nico was not gay.

"And it never crossed your mind that the wine god was carrying daisys was weird?"

"Nope."

I took a deep breath and stood up."Well, I'll be going now I guess. Thank you for your time." I winced at how much I sounded like the Stolls. (In buissness mode, of course.)

Nico made no move to stand up.

"Alright, bye." I said, and started to walk away. I turned around once, and saw Nico stareing at me. I was glad when he was out of sight.

When I got back to my cabin, I collapsed in my bed. A reporters work may never be done, but it certainly is tiring.

OHMYGOSHIREALLYAMSORRY! I tried to make this chapter extra good for compinsation, but I don't know if it was that good. You could tell me, . . . with a review, . . . Anyway, I'm gonna start to try to update on every weekend. And I think I might do a sequal, but I need you to tell me weather or not to, because I'm not writing a story nobody reads. Thats just stupid. Anyway, It'll be on my poll, so you can answer there or in a review. Again, REALLYSORRY.

~CrAzY