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I really appreciate those of you who took the time to read and review. Now onto Clarisse's POV.

This is the most time, that I have ever spent with my dad. Just the thought, makes me want to well up. But, I shake that off. I am not one to cry, at any opportunity. It makes me really happy, that he is spending time with me. This has never happened to me before, or to any of my siblings either.

We race across the vast countryside. We pass by farm after farm, until in the distance tall buildings can be seen. We are near the city. My dad veers to the left, and takes a slip road towards a diner. After acres of luscious green fields, the diner doesn't seem natural. The fading sign, the peeling garish paint, the many cowboy hats strewn around the nearly empty car park, it all screams tacky to the highest heavens. Whoever owns this diner, has no taste whatsoever. I mean, I live in jeans and t-shirts, when I am not dressed in Camp Half-Blood style garb, so I can't say much. But the few people who entering the diner, are dressed head-to-toe in orange clothing.

It is just as well that Silena, head of the Aphrodite cabin, isn't here. She would be fit to collapse, and would probably suffer a heart attack due to the shock. Oh, and did I mention that the very same people donned a cowboy hat on their head? They looked like rejects from a country and western movie. On further inspection of the near-empty parking lot, I realised that the place was filthy.

And I mean, I am not great on personal maintenance. I don't like make-up, it just doesn't feel right to me. Maybe it is something, that I will grow out of. Maybe not. Who knows?

I am tough, and I know it. But this place looks really dodgy. The people look like loppers, like they are high on drugs. Perhaps they are. All I know, is that I am starving and the trash in the garbage bin is looking increasingly appetising. Disgusting.

"Okay, kids. Here we are, the best restaurant in town."

I look at the 'restaurant' again. I think my dad needs to get an eye test. If this is the best restaurant in town, it doesn't inspire much confidence in me. Also, if this is the best restaurant in town, I would hate to see the worst.

"Dad, are you sure that your eyes are not just trying to say, that there is something seriously wrong with them?"

My dad lets out a jolly laugh. Okay, this has not happened before. I have never seen him laugh like this. It is great to see him so relaxed. I begin to laugh as well. Dylan doesn't know what to do, so he begins to laugh as well. It is great, that he is so easy-going. He reminds me of Percy, in his mannerisms and his appearance.

"No, I am being serious. It may not look like much, at all, but the food is really good."

He smiles at me, and I feel so happy all of a sudden. All my life, all I wanted was my dad's approval, and now I have it.

"How much are you willing to bet?"

I am surprised by how cheeky I sound. I think it suits me.

"You would lose that bet. How about twenty dollars?"

"Deal. Shake on it."

We are acting like Hermes himself right now. And I like it.

As we enter the diner, my eye catches a booth in the corner. Is that...Percy?

No, it couldn't be. The boy laughs. Yes, that is my boy. That is Percy. I would know his laugh anywhere, because it is absolutely hilarious.

"Uh...dad?"

Dad looks over at me, he was in the middle of a conversation with Dylan.

"Yes, honey?"

I am getting used to this.

"Percy is over there, in the corner. He is the cute one with the black hair."

"Clarisse, give me some credit. I already knew that!"

I raise my eyebrow, in surprise. He knew? He knew? Did he plan this?

"Uh...Clarisse, I actually did plan all this."

"Really?"

"Clarisse, it hurts me that you don't appreciate my godly qualities. I knew that your boyfriend was here. I just want you to be happy. Oh, and Aphrodite wanted me to tell you, that Percy would never cheat on you. Which is reassuring, that I won't have to kill him."

"Oh father, what a jolly fellow you are. It is all rainbows and kittens, when you are around."

My dad laughs again. I don't know where this sudden wittiness is coming from, but it is delighting me. I always wanted to be funny. And, now I am. Possibly.

"I want you to introduce me to your boyfriend. I need to tell him, that if puts a foot out of line, he is going to wish that he were dead."

"Oh dad, so playful. Like a puppy."

I stride across the diner. I can't wait to talk to him. I haven't seen him in two weeks.

"Percy."

I watch as Percy looks around the diner in confusion. Then, he notices me. He begins to smile. He looks ridiculous. I imagine that I look exactly like him, right now.

I lean in to kiss Percy, but I am prevented when my dad says in a booming voice, what he thinks about this recent development.

"Clarisse, Percy, please. I need to speak to the both of you. I would prefer not to have the visual."

Dad! Oh my god, dads are so embarrassing.

"Hello?"

Who is that? Everyone searches for the voice.

"Oh! I am sorry. I forgot that you can't see me. You see, my dad is the god of sun. I can control the light, and you can't see me because I manipulated the light so that I would become invisible."

By the end of her sentence, a girl becomes visible again. Her choppy black hair is falling into her eyes. The ends are dyed sky blue. How nice. Her eyes are the colour of emeralds. She is wearing a smile upon her face.

"My name is Raven Zinn."

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