Chapter 21: The day Vincent's life changed

I sat on the stage watching Emmet paint the set. It was December and I sat there talking. "I need to go Christmas shopping," I announced. He looked at me but went back to concentrating on painting.

We were in New York for Christmas time doing Wicked. It felt odd being back home. "Why?" he asked. "For who?" I pulled my knees to my chest as I rested my head on his sturdy legs. He was used to this now and the close contact that I liked to use. He sometimes even leaned with me like if my head rested on the crook of his neck, he'd rest his cheek on my head.

"Family," I responded vaguely. He dipped his paint brush into his pallet and started to paint new paint on.

"Who? Your mom? Math Teacher? Max?"

I looked into the distance. We were the only people in here. Everybody else was sleeping or out in town having a good time. "Max," I replied not really realizing that I called him that. "But I don't know what to get him and if I even get him something I'm scared that he'll just reject it and continue hating me."

He shifted a bit and it caused me to fall onto the stage floor. I landed with my hands first and sat up giving Emmet a dirty look. He just smirked but he wasn't smirking until I kicked him in the shins with a roundhouse kick. He fell to the stage with a thud but quickly got back up and pinned me to the ground.

"You just had to do that," he said with his voice all sing songy. "You just had to do that to a Roman Soldier?" I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to haul myself up.

"Yes! I just had to do that!" I chimed. I started squirming trying to get away but he had an iron grip. I felt my curls getting in my face but I kept moving around. "Now let me go!" I felt his grip slowly loosen until they slid off. I was going to get away so I unwrapped my legs but I felt him move my curls away.

Before I could even react his lips were on top of mine. My eyes opened wide in surprise. Was he kissing me? I thought. But then I drifted away from my thoughts as I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands slipped to my waist. I opened my mouth to grant access in and slowly our tongues began to wrap and twist around each other.

And for a moment I forgot about all my troubles. For that moment, I forgot he was a Roman. A no good Roman who was friends with the people who killed Connie, he the enemy.

Before the kissing got even more intense I pulled away from him. That was when I remembered who he was. He started attacking my neck with kisses but I pulled at his hair and kicked him away. "What the hell was—"

"You're a Roman!" I screamed as I pointed at his tattoo like I didn't know he was one before. "You're one of those bastards!" I suddenly felt disgusted. He sat there. At first his face confused but then realization clouded his face. A look of disgust spread. He looked at me but didn't say anything. Reality hit me that we forgot about how much hate we had for each other.

I kept staring at his tattoo; they had ten bars on it under the words: SPQR and the mark of Venus and Vulcan. We just sat there in silence. But then I jumped on him and began kissing him again. Hey, this girl can't handle herself around half Argentinean and half white guys who have Venus, Vulcan, and mortal blood in them named Emmet Lopez who kisses really well and happens to be really good in bed later on. Yup, this girl just can't stay away.

He kisses me back and then after a while of making out I hear cat noises and I pull my face away from him and see Hannah, Isaac, Gina, Silvia, Matt, Macy, Elmer, Justin, and Vivian standing in the back of the theatre. They still had their winter coats on and their noses were still red so I knew that they just had come in. I felt his hands still on the small of my back as he cocked his head to the side to see what I was looking at too.

By eyes open wide when I realize his hands aren't on my waist, but on my ass. I gasp and punch him and get off him. He rubs his jaw and gives me a dirty look and all I do is smirk at him. "What the—"

"Keep your hands right here mister!" I chime as I point at my waist. By now everybody's at the stage. Isaac swings himself on the stage and Gina hops on after him. The rest of them stay down.

"Is he a good kisser?" Vivian chirps as Elmer's hand swings onto her mouth. I look at him and give him a light punch on the arm.

"Nah, he kisses like an alpaca." I reply.

"Well how would you know how an alpaca kissed Broadway? Hmm?" he asks raising an eyebrow. I smack him. "OW! God, you're so violent!"

I smirk even more, "I know so if you want to date all of this," I gesture to all of me. "You gotta get used to the hitting." He mumbles something and then Macy announces that she wants to go out for sushi for dinner and she's making us all come with her because she doesn't want to eat alone and she doesn't have the money to pay.

So we all grab our coats and jump in my car squeezing everybody in. Hannah was squished with Justin and she looked rather uncomfortable but Justin looked normal like nothing was happening out of the ordinary. Both had a child on their laps, Vivian on Hannah and Elmer on Justin. Elmer looked highly embarrassed in front of his love interest but she didn't seem to notice. Isaac had Gina on his lap and the twins squished together but later Matt forced his sister to the floor and she responded with a bite to his ankle.

We stopped at this small sushi joint and everybody tumbled out of the car. We got seats and looked at our menus. I was going to order a Philadelphia roll when something sparked my interest. I picked up an article near me and I saw the New York Symphony Orchestra.

"I got it now!" I screamed on the top of my lungs as I stood up. Everybody stared at me at my sudden outburst. The owners looked at me but just regarded me as a crazy bitch that was paying for this dinner.

Emmet tugged me down. "What was that all about?" he whispered.

"I-I know what to get Vinny," I stuttered. I pointed at the picture of the NYSO. He gave me a look of doubt.

"The NYSO? You seriously you can do that for him?" he started. "I don't think he wants to listen to classical music for an hour." I grabbed his shoulders.

"You don't understand!" I yelped. "He's a musical prodigy! He writes his own pieces since he was a puny eight year old! Do you know what he'd do if I made one of his dreams become reality? He'd love me and forgive me!"

"Why do you want your brother's forgiveness so bad?" Macy asked. "I wouldn't do that for my brother."

"It's complicated." I replied.

"Honey, all of our lives are complicated," Hannah replied as she picked at a napkin hastily avoiding any contact with Justin who was trying to spark up a conversation with her.

So then the waitress came over to take our orders. I ordered Coke and Emmet ordered Sprite. Apparently like in Camp Half-Blood our drink was Coke and theirs was Kool-Aid or Sprite. We ate and after dinner was done Gina got up to smoke. But Hannah spoke up.

"Do you really want to increase your chances of dying?" she intervened.

"Hey, I ain't a singer." Gina replied twirling the cigarette between her fingers.

"Yea and I'm not a singer either, I'm a dancer, and I don't smoke," Hannah replied. "Our air is already shitty as it is," she gestured to our breathing chips and almost everybody's hand went to their own breathing chip. Gina shoved the cigarette in her pocket and stared at her feet in guilt.

Hannah had this way of shoving harsh reality in your face that made you sick to your stomach. They said the reason she was like this because her father and mother would always do that to her, even when she was a little girl. She told me one time that when she was a little girl—about six or seven—she asked her parents if they loved her.

They said: "No, we absolutely fucking hate you. You were a mistake."

So that was when she ran away from home and joined a dancing group, then at 14 she ran away and joined Mariah.

We got up and left and the next day after class I dragged Emmet with me and made him take me to the Orchestra Hall. "He's not going to let your brother take over his Orchestra for one day you know," Emmet muttered. I turned to him.

"Um, sorry to break it to you honey, but I have Hermes blood in me, I can be highly persuasive," I replied as I kissed his cheek. "And if he doesn't let me let my brother take over just for a day I'll kick 'em in the nuts."

We parked and he followed me inside. We were invited by the lobby but I walked past the pretty designs and went into the main room. On the empty stage I saw a man sitting there sorting through music. "HEY!" I yelled. He looked up.

"Who are you?" he asked. I walked up to him with quick steps with the click clack of my high heel boots and I felt Emmet running after me.

"My name is Desiree Stoll and I demand that you let my brother conduct for one day," I said with my hands on my waist. He blinked for a moment.

"Little girl—"

"I'm 16 going onto 17, I'm not little." He looked slightly annoyed.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "No duh Gustavo Leonardo, do you know who I am? I'm a Broadway Star who demands that you let my genius brother conduct one of his pieces." I jabbed the fat grey balding man at the center of his chest with my index finger.

He rolled his eyes. "Well Ms. Broadway Superstar, bring me one of his works then we'll see," he shut his book in my face that made my curls fly.

I huffed. "Fine, but if you steal his music, I can do more than kill your millions of microscopic babies in your hairy old man balls," I narrowed my eyes and ignored the tugging at my arms and tried to keep my feet planted on the ground but by feet were being dragged. "I can do so much worse."

For a moment he looked scared of me but he just shooed me away. I was about to do something to fuck him up but Emmet picked me up and hauled me away.

When we were back in the car I sat there with my arms crossed. "You've have to learn to be nice to other people!" It amused me later on that he was acting like a parental figure. I propped my combat boot covered feet on the headboard and closed my eyes.

"We need to go somewhere," I said softly. "Go to 5438 Oriole Street."

We drove in silence for a while. I kept wringing out my hands. I did that whenever I was nervous. I didn't know why I was nervous, it was my damn brother! I saw his face all the time. But then a feeling of regret washed through me. It had occurred to me I haven't seen him for almost two years.

I sunk in my seat. "You nervous?" Emmet asked. I stared at him.

"N-no, I'm not," I stammer. "I'm just going to treat it like it's a normal day." He gives me a look of disbelief but doesn't question me any further. I give him a small smile and he smiles back. That's what I loved about him, when he saw that I was nervous or under pressure he never questioned me of it.

I watched the streets roll by and everything seemed so familiar. We past the park where I ran away to and I saw the mysterious British lady, the memories came to me. We past the sidewalk where I skinned my knee and my dad carried me home and took care of it. We passed the house of the old lady named Yvette who made lemonade for me every summer before camp. I saw that the house was for sale now. It occurred me that for the years I was gone she could have died.

As I thought of it my mouth started to taste of lemonade. We turned a street and I saw it. My old house where there were so many memories. Emmet parked and he stared at my house. "That's your house?" he asked. I nodded. He gaped at it. "It's so big."

I unbuckled. "Ok, here is my plan," I started. "So I'll go find Vincent and when I scream potato you go into his room, steal some sheet music that I sneakily shove outside his door and you drive back to the Orchestra hall and give Gustavo the sheet music. Got it?"

"Wait, I have no idea what your house looks like," I groaned and pulled out a tablet and started to map out the house. I handed it to him and he nodded. I got out of the car and headed to the door of my house. I dug out my keys but I stopped but I told myself to fucking do it. I fumbled with the key but I shoved into the key hole and turned unlocking the door.

I opened the door and I was met with the sound of singing. I stood there. Nobody was in the greeting room. I looked in the living room, nobody. The sound of the singing was beautiful. It was rich and deep but yet smooth. It was accompanied by the soft strumming of a ukulele. It was almost like a recording. I wondered if anybody left it on repeat. It was the Hawaiian version of 'Over the Rainbow'. But the voice was just warming up his voice and tuning the ukulele, but still, it sounded pretty good.

I went upstairs but I hovered above the ground just an inch so nobody could hear me. I stopped at my room and opened the door quietly. It was the same and smelled of my old perfume. I floated over to my bed and picked up Charlie. "Sorry old friend that I left you behind," I whispered.

And then the song started. I listened to the soft 'oooo's

Somewhere over the rainbow,

Way up high.

And the dreams that you dreamed of

Once in a lullaby ii ii iii.

I stopped flying and started walking to Vincent's room. That was where the sound was coming from. 'That couldn't be Vinny's voice,' I thought. 'It just couldn't'.

Somewhere over the rainbow

Blue birds fly

And the dreams that you dreamed of

Dreams really do come true ooh ooooh

My hand flew onto the handle. I told myself to turn it but my hand wouldn't listen.

Someday I'll wish upon a star

Wake up where the clouds are far behind me ee ee eeh

Where trouble melts like lemon drops

High above the chimney tops thats where you'll find me oh

Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly

And the dream that you dare to,why, oh why can't I? i iiii

I took a deep breath and knocked the door as I walked in. As the door opened I saw a tall teenage boy sitting near his window, his back to me. His bedroom had this sort of seat area where you could sit and watch the day roll by. The teenage boy was wearing black skinny jeans with a plain blue t-shirt that said, 'death to the tie' with a tie being shredded and a green hoodie. I saw the freckles on the back of his neck and wondered if the freckles on his arms disappeared even though that was a stupid question. His black-brown hair was messed up like usual. He had glasses resting on his bedside table. I assumed that he was wearing contacts. People in the 2000's to the 2020's would call them hipster glasses but in our era, it was just normal. Squirrels and cardinals surrounded him, they listened attentively. I caught my breath. It really was Vincent Maxwell Stoll.

He dropped his ukulele suddenly and it landed with a thud. "Mo—" he started as his head turned to me. I caught his clear baby blue eyes as I gasped with him. But I didn't gasp because I saw him for the first time suddenly. His face had a long diagonal purplish scar going across it starting from the left side of his head and it dragged down past his chin and under his t-shirt. "Des—" but I didn't let him talk.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?" He didn't say anything but just stared at me, at first with that little boy happiness but then with stone cold hate.

"Oh, so you decided to come back, huh Desiree?" he says bitterly as he looks away from me. A dark look casts upon his face and his eyes darken. "So you finally had enough fun?" I just stood there. He stared on but then opened his mouth to gripe some more. "That's all that matters to you, right? Fun, fun, fun. Absolutely no consequences for Miss Desiree Stoll, the Broadway fucking star."

"Max, you have to understand—"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THERE TO UNDERSTAND?" he yelled back getting up. His scar crinkled up and he flinched in pain and made his face smooth out. "You didn't like life here so you ran away; you had fun, big whoop. But you didn't see how it would affect anybody, did you?"

He paused as to let me talk but I stayed quiet and he went on ranting. "Do you know how much hell we've been through? Mom got so depressed because you fucking ran away to have fun that she fell into a deep depression! She even contemplated on killing herself! It got worse when I almost—" but he stopped himself from what he was going to say.

"Almost what?" I asked. He swallowed.

"Uh, never mind," he replied a little bit too quickly turning away from me. I made a grab for a stock of paper that said Symphony #41 by Max Stoll on it and shoved it outside of his room.

"POTATO! Well this wasn't the welcome back I expected," I muttered as I stood back up from shoving it down the crack between the door and floor. He turned back to me briskly a look of confusion on his face to why I said potato.

"What?" he snapped. "Did you think I'd welcome you with a hug and a warm hello?" I just realized it was the most he spoke. Because usually when he was mad he only had to say one thing and it would shut people up, but even though it shut me up he just kept going on and on about how much he hated me and how I should have never had come back.

I couldn't help but keep staring at the scar. I kept ignoring the things he kept yelling and kept staring at the scar.

"SHUT UP!" I finally yelled on the top of my lungs. He shut up but gave me a look of loathing. "VINCENT MAXWELL STOLL, SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND LET ME TALK!" He didn't sit down so I forced vines from the window and it dragged him down to his bed. But he broke out of them because apparently over the almost two years he had gotten stronger. For some reason in the back of my mind I refused to let him grow up.

I tried to ignore the slight stubble he had on his chin and how much taller he was than me; he was even taller than dad, maybe the same height as Emmet. "What the hell happened to your face?" I asked frantically. I had to buy some time, maybe a few hours so the whole symphony orchestra could get there.

"I tripped!" he lied. I could tell it was a lie because no trip could do so much damage to a face, even though he was a damn good liar. "On a large shard of glass." I cross my arms.

"Uh, no I don't think so, I'm not that dumb," I replied. "It looks like a poison scar from a claw," He blinks a couple of times.

His fingers curl a bit and I realize how thin his fingers are. I realize for the first time how much he grew up. All of his baby fat is gone and his face is thin and angled. His t-shirt outlines his athletic physic. His voice was low but not too low. "You changed," I say bitterly.

He nods. "You did too," the hate doesn't disappear from his voice but it had lessened.

"What day is it?" I ask, trying to make small talk. He doesn't look at me as a squirrel hobbles on to his hand and he gently strokes it.

"It's December 19th, my birthday…" It's a soft whisper that I can hardly hear but I hear it. I feel a sense of guilt lurch in my stomach. He was 15 today and I completely forgot. Before this I thought his birthday was in the spring. "But I doubt I'll celebrate it today, we never really celebrate anything anymore."

I felt something buzzing in my pocket. I take out my planner and it says,

Ok, Gustavo approves, come over.

I clicked it shut and smiled. "Well Vinny, I got some good news for you," I announced. He looked at me.

"What?"

I grabbed his hand and teleported. And suddenly we were at the concert hall. He was about to say something but his mouth hung wide as he stared. I had to call mom. "Happy Birthday Max."

I dragged him inside and we were met by the sound of instruments getting tuned. "Wha?" he kept repeating. There were cameras and news reporters everywhere. I guess news spread around that Gustavo Leonardo was finally letting another person conduct his group. I kept pushing him and I saw his eyes meet a girl who was sitting in the back row. She had dark black wavy hair accompanied golden brown eyes. Her skin is olive colored and her nose has a black nose ring. She looks an awful lot like Nico di Angelo.

It's clear that he knows this girl as she gives him a small smile and as he smiles back. I open a door and lead him in there. We head back stage and the plump man walks up to Vincent and shakes his hand. "Ah, it's a pleasure to see the young man who wrote that beautiful piece!" he exclaims. My brother still seems confused.

"What do you mean?" Vinny asks. I see Emmet standing there playing with his iPhone but I snatch it from him.

"Hey!" I hold my finger to his lip as I dial a familiar number. I hold the phone to my ear as I ignore the look I get from Vincent when Gustavo tells him that I brought all of this to his attention.

After two rings the phone picks up.

"Hello?" the voice asks.

"Hi Mom," I say nervously. "How's it going?" I hear the phone on the other line get dropped but then I hear hands tumbling to grasp it back.

"Oh my gods… Desiree?"

I feel myself crying. I cover my mouth and I start shaking. "Yea Mom, it's me," I feel Emmet staring at me, deciding what he should do.

"Where are you?" she asks.

"Mom, I want you to meet me at Carnegie Hall, I have a surprise for you," I say. "You'll love it, come soon."

"Ok, bye,"

"Bye," and then I hang up without saying the words I want to say: I love you. I give the phone back to Emmet and I see Gustavo leaving. Vincent stands there in shock. His hands are shaking and he almost drops the baton he's holding.

"Vincent, are you ok?" I ask. He stares at me and shakes his head.

"I can't go out there," he says hoarsely. "I can't."

"What do you mean?" He drops the baton and grabs me by the shoulders.

"It will ruin everything!" he yelled. "Everything I worked so hard on!" I could see that he was freaking out. His calm demeanor was rough in the edges now. I wonder what had happened for that to happen to his calmness.

"Ruin what?" I reply back shaking his shoulders to show how annoying it was.

I heard a microphone get turned on and silence swept among the crowd of people. "It is a wonderful occasion today," Gustavo announced with a smile on his face. "Today I got the pleasure of seeing a talented young man's music and today he will be conducting it." Vincent let go of me and stared. I picked up the baton and shoved it in his hand. I started pushing him to the stage.

"You've got to do this!" I exclaimed as I brushed off his clothes so he wouldn't look like an idiot. "I can't believe I'm saying this but I believe in you! You can do this with ease!" He just stared at me. I heard them announce his name and I pushed him out there. "Now go get them!"

He stumbled out but stood straight up and stared into the crowd. I peered behind the curtains and saw mom just entering in with the Math Teacher. I saw the music critics tsk in disgust in the way he was dressed—like a normal teenage boy.

I wanted to punch them until they realized that he was an actual teenage boy. Vincent made his way to the podium and stood there for a while looking over his music. There was a look in his eyes that said 'I know this by heart'. The critics wrote something down about him not saying anything and being ungrateful that Gustavo was letting him conduct and yet again they tsked.

He took a deep breath and raised the baton. He pointed at the first chair violin to lead in the tuning process. And slowly and gradually, the other instruments joined in and it created this unified sound.

He waved the baton as a signal to stop and the tuning process stopped. He looked at the musicians nervously and they all just smiled reassuringly at him. His Adams apple bobbed up and down as well as his breathing chip. He started waving the baton in three four time and then the music started.

I watched the crowd as looks of shock spread across their face. But it wasn't the bad shock, it was, 'I'm pleased with this' shock. My eyebrows raised in surprise as I heard the whimsical noises that my brother wrote for. I had never really read any of his sheet music being the good sister I am, but I never really thought that he would write masterpieces.

I moved my direction to mom. She stood there with her mouth covered; tears were rolling down her cheeks. For the first time I realized how much damage I did to her. She looked a lot older now and I could see stray gray hairs running about.

I felt like running to her and hugging the shit out of her and saying how sorry I was but I stood my ground and turned my attention to that girl that Vincent knew. What relation was this girl to him? Was she a girlfriend or just a friend? I watched her expression and I couldn't quite read it. But then I saw it was a look of worry. Why should she be worried? This will bring Max far and she's worried?

The music plays on and on until it comes to the grand closing. His arms wave around and then he brings his arms close to his body and the music comes to an abrupt end. He stands there for a while not looking at the crowd, he's breathing heavily and his brown hair is covering up his eyes and the first part of that ugly scar.

The crowd is silent until he turns around. His turn is ever so slow but when he fully faces the audience a loud cheer erupts from their mouths. And in the corner of my eye I see Artemis standing there alone near the doorway. She's clapping too but she doesn't say anything. It makes me confused because before I knew her reasons why she tried to keep us out of trouble on why she was here.

Gustavo ran up to Vincent and took him in for a hug. Vincent looked a little bit overwhelmed, no I take that back, he was overwhelmed. "MAXWELL STOLL EVERYBODY!" he yelled. Everybody cheered. Max just stood there awkwardly in a neck hug.

Vinny looked like he had just been kicked in the balls. After the long applause Gustavo let Vincent go and Vincent stumbled his way backstage.

"Vinny, are you ok?" I asked. I stared at me.

"Why did you have to do that?" he asked. "It all went down to the drain,"

"Ruin what?"

The stare turned into a glare. "You really haven't noticed, after living with me for years on end?"

I shook my head. He let out a sigh of exasperation. "All these years I tried so hard to be normal. I tried not to show any signs at being some smartass genius. And do you know what? It actually worked. But then you just had to do that!"

"You know you could have said no!" I argued back.

"No, I couldn't," he said calmly trying and perfecting at staying calm. "You pushed me on stage, what could I do? Do something crazy like teleport in front of a bunch of mortals? And backing away from things makes you a coward!"

I opened my mouth to say something but then I closed it. It took me a moment to see what he was implying there. "I AM NOT A COWARD VINCENT MAXWELL STOLL!" I yelled as he started walking away.

He turned to me; his eyes had a fire to them. "MY NAME ISN'T VINCENT GODDAMNIT!" he yelled back. "I REFUSE TO USE THAT NAME, THAT NAME THAT COWARD OF A FATHER NAMED ME!"

"OUR FATHER WASN'T A COWARD!" I yelled back. His hands flew to his hair and he began to lightly tug at them. That's what dad did. He let go of his hair and started walking away from me. But before he left through the door he turned to me.

"Only cowards commit suicide," he said slowly as if I didn't understand him. "Because they can't live with the reality of fucking life."

And with that he left.

I stood there in disbelief. He really did hate me. It had just occurred to me that before this I really did think that he really didn't hate me. I expected him to forgive me. But he didn't he called me a coward and basically called me out that I ruined his life.

"Um…" Emmet said out of the blue. "Are you okay?" I turned around. I had completely forgotten that he was even there. I was really a horrible person.

I ran my hands through my hair. "Uh yea." I replied. "I'm okay." He gave me a look.

"No you're not Broadway, I can see right through you," he replied. He opened his arms for and hug and I ran right into them.

"I really messed up, didn't I?" I whispered.

And apparently Emmet was a frank person. "Yes, Broadway, you did, you blew things out of proportion."

I kicked him in the shins.

Oh my god, so much drama. So Happy Holidays! Or Happy ChristmasHanukwanzacah! Or any holiday you celebrate and a happy new year! I hope you guys are feeling better than I'm feeling cause I have a headache.

So being the paranoid person I am, I took the official Mary-Sue test and I did it on all of my OC's.

0-10 points: The Anti-Sue. Your character is the very antithesis of a Mary-Sue. Why are you even taking this test?

11-20 points: The Non-Sue. Your character is a well-developed, balanced person, and is almost certainly not a Mary Sue. Congratulations!

21-35 points: Borderline-Sue. Your character is cutting it close, and you may want to work on the details a bit, but you're well on your way to having a lovely original character. Good work.

36-55 points: Mary-Sue. Your character needs some work in order to be believable. But despair not; you should still be able to salvage her with a little effort. Don't give up.

56-70 points: Über-Sue. You've got one hell of a Mary-Sue on your hands here, and it's not going to be easy to set things right. But do your best. There may be hope for you yet.

71 points or more: Irredeemable-Sue. You're going to have to start over, my friend. I know you want to keep writing, but no. Just no.

Ha, cheers to copying and pasting. And here's what all my OC's got:

Hailey: 39— Mary-Sue! (shit…)

Jacob: 17—the non-sue. (Thank the gods.)

Rosalie: 34—Borderline-Sue….

Desiree: 26—Borderline-Sue…

Alex: 19—The Non-Sue.

Vincent: 40—Mary-Sue. (OH CRAP.)

Emmet: 21—Borderline-Sue.

OH SHIT. Almost all my characters are borderline sues… But I've noticed that I write better boys than I do girls. And probably because Vincent got a 40 was because he's a smartass genius who plays a million instruments and sings like an awesome song-bird.

And I think I write girls like that because I strive for perfect girls because I'm not a perfect girl, and I want my characters to be better than me. But oh well, what's done is done.

And hey, I'm not the only one who has major problems writing girls, a bunch of fans did a Mary-Sue test on all of the main characters from PJO an HoO. And most of them got over 100's. The only ones I can get on the top of my head is Piper, who got a 105. Annabeth got a 70. Now you all know that I don't really like Annabeth but hey, look at least I'm not the only one.

Happy Holidays and thanks for reading.