Me: ...
Clarisse: Ummm...
Me:...
Clarisse: Where's that girl that always talks in the beginning?
Annabeth: She's in her room, crying, because not many people have participated in her poll.
Clarisse: ...What a weenie.
Annabeth: Anyways, she left us instructions. "Please mention to the readers Pokemonchen's really amazing story, called The Big Three Daughters."
Clarisse: Yeah, so read it, people, to make Pokemonchen really happy. What else?
Annabeth: It also says "Please don't tell the readers that I'm crying."
Clarisse: ...
Annabeth: Ooops.

~Percy's POV~

We were in Oklahoma, which seems impossible, since the train ride seemed too short to take us from Pennsylvania to Oklahoma. We (and by we, I mean Thalia) found and "borrowed" a Yugo, and drove to a city called Tulsa.

We passed an old beat-up sign that said "Welcome to Tulsa," and Ron giggled like a jittery 10 year-old. "Hehe, Tulsa," he muttered.

"What the hell is so funny?" Thalia asked, thankfully keeping her eyes on the road.

"Spell Tulsa backwards, it's funny!"

"A-S-L-U-T."

Oh, haha. A slut. "Very funny, Ron."

"I know, right?" I didn't know if he was really that clueless, or he was just playing along.

Then I heard a sputtering, like…like the engine not working properly.

"Guys, I think the engine isn't working properly," Thalia said.

"Well, this is a Yugo." Annabeth said.

Then the car stopped. I banged my head of the back of the driver's seat in anger. This was going very well. Yes, nothing going wrong at all.

I opened my eyes, and what-ho? The sign Hercules Tires appeared in my line of sight. Never before has a sign looked as suspicious as this one.

What? It seemed to say. I just happened to be here when you needed me. I pointed it out, and Ron grunted.

"Coincidence? I think not."

(So Hard, by Rihanna)

Cold air blasted us as we entered, a portable radio playing Rihanna. We told the girl at the front desk what was up, and she nodded, barely looking up from her magazine. Jeesh, I thought these kind of girls only existed in movies.

"DAD! CUSTOMERS!" she screamed, and a reply came soon.

"WHAT? WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

The girl, whose name tag said Gigi, groaned. "I SAID, CUSTOMERS!"

"YOU WANNA GROW UPTO BE A BRAINSTORMER? GOOD LUCK!"

She got up, went to her father, and screamed "THERE ARE CUSTOMERS IN THE LOBBY!"

"Oh."

The man came out and asked us how he could help us.

We told him the rap.

He eyed us wearily. If Ron hadn't been with us, he probably would have called the cops and reported the stolen car. But he agreed to fix our car, muttering that we were lucky he knew how to fix Yugos, which were apparently rare-ish.

We sat down on some chairs, and I wondered what had happened to Clarisse to make her react like that, unnecessarily rude to Ron, a harmless hobo. Okay, yeah, a hobo that somehow can eat ambrosia, but still, totally unnecessary.

There was a ruffle of papers, and I took a moment to look up. The girl, Gigi, was totally ogling Annabeth. My eye twitched.

"Oh. Meh. Gah. He's so hah."

Ummm…translation, please?

Ron leaned over and asked me "Did that girl just say 'Oh my god, he's so hot?' Who is she talking about?"

I think I had an idea who she was talking about.

I whispered to Annabeth what just happened, and she frowned.

That's when Gig walked coyly u p to Annabeth and said, "Omigawd, like, you're soooo hawt. Can I have your numberrrr?"

Annabeth frowned again. "Sorry, umm..Gigi, but…I don't like…girls."

"What? You don't like girls like me? What's that supposed to mean?"

"No, I-"

"I'm hawt! Why would you reject me? Am I not pretty enough? Huh? Is that it?"

Thalia got up, getting ready to stop a catfight. "Is everyone overreacting to everything?"

"Nobody rejects me," Gigi said. I did a double take when I looked at Gigi. Something looked…different about her.

She was in Annabeth's face, and behind her back, her hands were turning into claws.

I should have seen this coming. She's an empousa!

"Annabeth! Get away from her!" I got out Riptide, ready to fight.

Gigi saw my sword, and she smiled. "I thought I smelled demi-god, but I guess I misjudged how far you were from my location. My boss told me to kill anyone who smelled like demi-god."

She lunged herself at Annabeth, but Thalia got in the way. Both went down painfully.

Ron got up, knocking over his chair. "What-what the hell is going on? More monsters?"

I looked at him incredulously. "Yes, more monsters! I thought I explained everything in the car!"

Even though there was a fight going on at our feet, Ron still managed to pout like a little kid. "I was...maybe..asleep during less than half of your explanation. Just less than half."

I groaned and jumped into the action. Thalia was struggling to kill Gigi, since she was too close to her to use her spear. Gigi rolled away and got up.

Thalia could finally use her spear since they weren't in close quarters anymore.

The empousa growled at Annabeth, who was still confused about the situation. Or at least, that's what she looked like.

"You will be mine! I will make you my pet, and I will only feed you once a day!" Once she finished that statement, she dodged Thalia like nothing and headed over to Annabeth.

She must have anticipated the move, because she brought her dagger up, which made the empousa stop in her tracks. Had she kept going, she would have become monster dust.

Annabeth looked at me, like Do something, Percy!

The empousa sniffed the air. Her head turned to me. "I smell..love."

Um, what?

"So, it's your fault I was rejected..."

And without warning, she sprung herself at me.

Clarisse: Oh, cliffhanger...
Annabeth: I really hate those.
Clarisse: *awkward silence*
Annabeth: So...what do we do now?
Clarisse: She didn't leave instructions for the end comments.
Annabeth: Then it's time to improvise. Let's ask the readers who they would like to co-host the next chapter.
Clarisse: Ok. Well, you punks already heard the question. Who do you want?
Annabeth: Pick wisely. Itsi might end up fighting the person you picked.