Chapter 10

A/N: I am the worst, most horrible being, ever to exist. I'm so sorry guys. I've taken up rping back in mid-July and ever since haven't updated. It's my unhealthy obsession. I plan to put a change to that though. Some of my favorite artists have inspired me to make life worthwhile, and to do something I love. And I love the write. (I also think I'm quite good at it... not to sound self-centered or anything.). Hopefully I can one day polish my skills to near perfection using your dazzling words of encouragement, aka your reviews. I love reviews, I seriously do. Because every time I post a story, or a chapter, I feel that someone is going to flame me. And to tell you the truth, I'm scared of that. Sometimes my work isa not my best, and that's when I make myself all anxious for the reviews, because I'm afraid of failing you guys. And unfortunately, I probably already have, judging by this break... so, this is a chapter, I tried to make this as good as I can, but I haven't written in 7 months, so please, don't sugarcoat it. Oh, and if any of you were wondering... I don't use a beta. This is ALL me.

Oh, and pay attention to Rachel's thoughts please, it's analogies foreshadowing. That, and I feel that lot's of people skip over my nice big paragraphs when reading. :/

Rachel's Point Of View (Damn, I even forgot how I formatted my own story for a second there.)

They were sitting, they were sitting on the strawberry swing, every moment was so precious. They were sitting, they were talking under strawberry swing, everybody was for fighting, wouldn't wanna waste a thing... As Coldplay (has anyone noticed how significant Coldplay is to this story? No? Oh, well now you do. :) Remember that. ;) ) slowly began to play, the bristled brush made smooth, swift strokes against the white canvas. The simply pine wood that made the handle had pieces of glaze flaking off it, but after several years of using it, the brush was molded to my hand. And who needs new fancy paintbrushes anyways? They weren't the same as these old ones... if I got new ones, then how will I be able to adjust? Change... when I haven't let go of the old? Sometimes change is good though... it can bring new opportunities and wonders. Red. Blue. Green. Burgundy. Chartreuse. Colors flew onto the canvas in a flash, vivid representations of my feelings. Abstract-expressionism. A flick of yellow, a splash of white, a dash of black, it was a recipe for art. How much time passed? I don't know... I wasn't even aware that I had X&Y playing on a continuos loop. Did I care? No. Taking a step back from my masterpiece, I looked it over carefully, unsure of what to make of it. It looked like... a giraffe? A banana? A crane? Maybe it's just a blob... No, my imagination is my forte, it's where I shine. It has never failed me before. It can't fail me now. It just can't. Not when everything else has.

"Grrrrrrawr!", I fell backwards onto my bed, "Stupid life! Stupid paint! Stupid Percy! What am I going to do?" I was ready to pull out some of my red corkscrew curls. Wait- was this an existential crisis?

"Guess so..." with a sigh I stared up at the ceiling. Ceiling beams crisscrossed, and supported each other, gray silk of an elaborate spider web. And yet... in these beams, there are smaller beams, little beams that make up the big one. It's like New York. Manhattan, Bronx, Queens, all of those little burrows that make New York City what it is. I can't help but smile. The gods are like the large beams, and the demigods like the smaller support beams. But if those support beams rebel and fail to do what's asked... the larger beams fail, and if the larger ones fail, the whole building goes down. Might even take another one down with it. It shows how truly delicate our system is, if one thing is out of order, then the whole entire system has to shut down. And yet, the little beams still don't get credited.

"Don't worry little beams... I know you're important."

"Woah... did I miss out on you getting an invisible dog named beams?" I was suddenly aware of a very annoying someone standing in the doorway of my room, a very self centered, irritating, ego maniac someone.

"What do you want Apollo?" I asked with a groan.

"Shhh... I told you to call me Fred out in public!"

Facepalm, "Since when was my PRIVATE room in my PRIVATE apartment in a PRIVATE building public?"

"Huh? Oh this is your room? I just thought it was some kind of abandoned storeroom... would explain all the junk and rags..." he picked up a Harvard t-shirt from off the floor.

"Hey! I'm sure it looks better than your temple! Have you seen that place? Mm-mm-mm, for shame..."

"Says the girl with coke cans littering the floor."

"Look who's talking."

There wasn't a need for the imaginary voice in my mind to say, "Ooh... burn...", the look on the sun gods face gave me all the satisfaction I needed.

But unfortunately I had to cut my relish in his humiliation short, "Why are you here?"

"What? I can't visit my favorite ginger oracle just for fun?"

Glare.

"Okay then... " he held his hands up in surrender, "Annabelle came to Mount Olympus earlier today."

"You mean Annabeth?"

"Same difference. Anyways, she seemed rather suspicious if you know what I mean." he checked his fingers nonchalantly, trying not to make the urgency in this matter known.

"You think she knows?"

"No... for now she thinks that her best friend is in danger. But if she gets to the apartment..." a sharp look was shot towards me.

"Okay, I got it," I say, already grabbing my coat, "No need to look so threatening."

"Good. May your day be filled with sunshine and music!" And with that, the blonde ego maniac was gone..

"I'm gonna kill that son of Hermes..." I swear under my breath as I bolt outside into the fresh spring air.

So now you know what season it's in!

O.O I've forgotten how to write. Kill me.

In other news... I have a deviant art! katlyn-anne. Look me up.

Chalenge:

1) What were all of the prophecies ever given in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series?

2) Read the House of Hades yet?

3) Any fan art I should see? I love fan art... (some artists I recommend are viria, andythelemon, juliajm15, burdge, andiree, and minuiko.)

4) How have you been? I never ask this!

5) Do you happen to draw? If so, can I see it? Send me a link.