Hey guys! Um...has it been over two months? Heh heh, umm...

*dodges flaming prop sword*

I am SO SORRY! To make it up, here's a chapter! And I can't read anymore fanfics. None. I can only write. Sorry. Well, maybe a few, her and there...

BTW, if the chapter sucks, sorry. I'm doing this on a Sunday night. And this is basically from nothing. I didn't plan it at all.

I turn to Lesty and say "Where do you wanna go first?"

"I think we should split up."

"But-"

"See ya at lunch!" she says over her shoulder, heading for the plants section. I head over to the archery section, where there's another girl named Piper.

"Hi Beauty Queen!" I say, beaming.

"Repair Boy."

"So...why did the chicken cross the road?" I asked her. She was going to shoot, so I knew exactly when to answer.

"Why?"

"To say...BOO!"

"Ahh!" Her arrow missed and she glared at me.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Uh...Bad Boy Supreme?"

She turned away, but I could see a small smile.

"My turn to tell you a joke. Knock knock."

"Who's there?" I notched an arrow into the bow, and I got ready to shoot.

"Boo." (Tell me in your reviews if you can find my hidden message in that one sentence.)

"Boo-who?"

"Stop crying you big baby!" She punched my arm (lightly) and I shot. And it hit the floor.

"Oh...oh my gods." Was all Beauty Queen could muster. She was too busy trying to contain her laughter.

"Smooth Repair Boy."

"Hey! Let me fail archery with at least a bit of dignity!"

"Sure, like that'll make a difference."

"Hey!"

Soon though, we have to go to other stations. I laugh with Jason, exchange pranks with Fred (and plan some) and steer clear from Draco (new nickname! Drakon!) and soon the lunch bell rings.

"Hi Lesty! Find any allies?"

"Hazel, Helena, maybe Calypso."

"Uh...boys?"

"Hmm...let me think...you? Jason seems cool. You?"

"Beauty Queen, and Sparky?"

"And they are...?"

"Piper and Jason."

"Huh." And then Lestys eyes widen.

"PASTA!"

She lunges for the pasta, and bumps into someone.

"Oh my gods, I'm so sorry, please don't...uh..."

"Um, it's really nothing."

She bumped into Death Breath.

"Uh...I'll just take some pasta." She awkwardly got some pasta and sped walked towards me. (I think I messed that one up.)

"Way to play it smooth." I whispered to her.

"Hey, it's not my fault! I love pasta! Besides, have you seen that guy? Cutie!"

"Yeah yeah, fangirl later. Oh look, everyone's connecting the tables. One group here, another group there, and whoop-de-doo look at that, there's one here." (One group: Demigods. Another group: Witches and wizards. The Other one: Death Eaters.)

"Let's sit over there!" Lesty said, pointing at one group. We sit there, and listen to the conversation.

"-sent us something called an IM. You guys get it as well?" Helena asked.

Everyone nodded.

"Wait, IM? From who? Rachel?" I ask.

"Yeah. Weren't you paying attention?" snapped Octavian.

"I just got here. Cool it mister."

He glares at me, but stays quiet.

"Do you know what this means?" asked Hazel.

"Yes." said Thalia.

"Then what does it mean?" asked Frank.

"It means we're...demigods." said Jason, in a slightly dramatic voice.

"Don't know what demi means, but I'm not feeling to godly. You guys feeling godly?"

"This is serious. You're seriously taking this as a joke?" glared Annabeth.

"What? No! I was just making a joke. Jeez, tough crowd..."

"Anyways, a demigod is half mortal, half god." explains Annabeth.

"Like Hercules?" I ask. Annabeth looks shocked, as if I actually know some Greek Mythology.

"Yeah." she replies.

"So we're going to be immortal? Sweet!" I say, with a huge grin. Annabeth face-palms, and Beauty Queen rolls her eyes.

"On another topic, what're you guys gonna do for the Gamemakers?" asks Frank.

"Oh, you know, show them my awesome ability to be awesome, and probably ROCK their feet." I said.

"Pf, in your dreams Repair Boy. I'll probably be ranked higher than you."

"Bet on it? I'll not kill you."

"And I won't kill you either." We shook hands, but inside we both knew what would happen to the other. Of course, I meant it as a joke, but to some jokes, there's that other meaning.

If I lose, she'll kill me. If I win, I'll kill her.

But the problem is, I don't want to kill her. In fact, I don't want her to die. I don't want anyone from here to die! Well, maybe Octavian, but that's-

"Hellooo? Earth to Leo? We have to go!" Lesty said.

"Huh? Oh yeah."

I got up to go wait. Preforming in front of the Gamemakers, pfff...piece of cake.

I'm done chapter 21! Finally! Over 800 words. I hope it can make up. I'll try to update as soon as I can. Until we meet again!