I know this is really short, but I've kind always wanted to do this to somebody. Anyways, enjoy. I'm just trying to catch up to schedule.

There's foreshadowing so don't complain, it'll make more sense future chapters. But yeah… It's mostly filler… If that make sense. This chapter sucks in my opinion. I need to right something funny soon!

IGNORE HOW STRANGLEY WORDED IT MAY BE. READ THE BOTTOM AN AND UNDERSTAND. Don't complain.

When I message my replies to you guys, do you guys understand my sarcasm…? Just wondering… Like if you say 'I can't stop laughing!' and I reply with this 'I suggest you stop laughing at one point. It's bad for your health...'You understand I'm trying to make a joke right?

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12: Confetti malfunctions.

Barely into the middle of June but it was still a dark and cold and dark day in New Rome. And before you say 'Oh, don't evil people like the dark and stuff?' they might not.

Actually, Octavian wasn't enjoying it. Being of the legacy of Apollo, the sun god, he enjoyed the sun. He was planning on spending his day in bed and stuff but you know…There was evil to do.

Now people were still treating strange for the time he dressed as a girl. He figured spending his day curled in a ball in his bed wouldn't really help out their thoughts on his sanity. And although he wasn't sure whether or not he was beginning to lose it or not – sanity was important!

And just then, there was a loud clap of thunder. The whole building shook and a shiveringOctavian considered hiding under his bed. Ever since he was a little kid, he'd been afraid of lightning, which usually came along with thunder. The lightning part may have to do with being a descendant of Apollo, since Apollo probably did get in trouble a lot…

Not including impaling Gwen, trying to become the praetor, manipulating people with words, making weird prophecies (some which he admittedly made up whenever he was seriously annoyed with someone; mental note to self, do that to Percy), and cutting up teddy bears, blah-blah-blah, he'd never been much of a big trouble maker, but now he had an excuse at last.

As of now a heavy patter of rain could be heard from outside. Stupid rain… Octavian sighed. Not. His. Day.

So then he took a glance at his window and winced. It was pouring. Thankfully, the cafeteria was within mad-dashing range. He found his umbrella just in case, and set it in view of his bed. Then, he opened the front door and ran.

Right after finishing his bowl of cheerios (ironic, huh? Get it, cheerios?), Octavian sat in his seat uncomfortably. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He headed back to the barracks to change his now soaked shirt. He was too lazy to dry his hair. That's what the air is for. He considered going to bed now…

Oh no, he should go to the temple and sacrifice something fluffy. That always made him feel better. He dug out his toga and his (now cleansed from the butt incident) ceremonial knife. He also grabbed his umbrella so he wouldn't get wetter, and headed toward the door.

'Course Octavian was always a bit superstitious, so he refused to open his umbrella until he was outside. As soon as the umbrella was over his head, out fell thousands of tiny pieces of paper known as confetti. All of which, stuck to his wet head.

"Karma sucks." He said aloud. His eyes were twitching spasmically. (EYE SPASM EYE SPASM EYE SPASM ALERT!) Without another word, Octavian dropped the umbrella, not really caring where it ended up, walked back inside, put his toga away and shoved his knife back under his bed. Then, he went to sleep in the fetal position.

Yeah, like he was ever aloud peace full sleep, then Mike came in screaming about how his shoes were now covered in confetti. Octavian may have flipped him the bird… Not a real bird, that would be strange. He could actually picture people trying to flip birds… Oh great, the random thoughts again.

As stated before, not. His. Day. At all.

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Now, go read the first letter in ever paragraph.

Got what it says? You wouldn't believe how hard it was… I wrote it then decided to make it say a message so I had to rearrange everything…

That's why it might not make much sense… Sorry :)

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