Hey people! I've got nothing interesting to say today, and I'm too lazy to find another joke, so I'll just start the chapter now.

Invisible

I think translucent thoughts.

Invisible

I'm 100% see through. You would see me if you squinted

Invisible

I open my eyes and look around.

"Well, did it work?"

Luca shakes his head. "We can still see you Emma, you're not fooling anyone."

"Okay, one more try. We've only got a couple of minutes left."

"You've been at it for 30 minutes! For God's sake Emma, give me the can!" Skylar snatches the Insta-Mist from me in a totally uncharacteristic way. She douses us with it, closes her eyes, and by the time she opens them my hands have faded away into nothing.

"Jeez Skylar! What was that."

"I'm sorry." she says apologetically "It just hit me that we might end up in prison and I freaked out. I don't think there's a rhythmic gymnastics team in Area 51."

The police officer from before (who's beginning to look more and more like an evil Officer Wiggums) bursts through the door.

"Alright you little brats. The FBI is here, and they don't look happy. So if you feel like seein' the light of day again I suggest you-" he stops dead when he see the "empty" cell.

"Holy crap they pulled a Houdini." He frantically unlocks the door...

Giving us just the opening we need to escape.

"Now!" With all our invisible strength, we slam into the officer, knocking him screaming to the ground. As sirens begin to sound we grab stuff, which the mist conveniently envelopes, and run out the door.

All around us officers are yelling and barking orders and generally just running around in a confused panic. Nobody notices an exit open seemingly by itself, or hears three extra pairs of feet running through it.

Holding hands to keep together, I drag the Skylar and Luca toward an SUV at the end of the parking lot. Probably one of the policeman's private car.

"Skylar, use the mist to change those license plates! Luca, get in with me, we're stealing a car!"

"You say that so calmly..." Skylar mutters she sprays the plates.

"Shotgun!" calls Luca.

"I can't believe we got away with that."

Thirty six terrifying and sleepless hours later we pull into the Camp Half-blood parking lot.

"I can't believe we ever were in that situation in the first place."

I slump down in the seat. Human beings should not stay awake for three days straight. I think I'll crash right here in the SUV. Skylar and Luca seem to have the same idea.

"How am I gonna explain this to my parents?"

"How are you gonna explain this to your parents? Luca, you're not the one who stole a car." I sigh. Now that I have the luxury of looking back, I realize that this entire fiasco is my fault. I really did get a little meshuggana, and I dragged Skylar and Luca along with my crazy-ness.

"Look, guys, I'm really sorry... if I hadn't been so stupid..."

Luca grins sleepily. "Not your fault man, and if it is, we forgive you. I don't think I can take another feud..."

"Me neither..." I say as the world goes dim and fuzzy around the edges. "Me neither..."

See! I fit a moral into this! I am a good writer! No, but seriously I am proud of myself for that. I hoped you liked my ending, if you thought it was anticlimactic please tell me in a review. And if you didn't, feel free to review anyway.

Ciao belles! (that is probably the wrong expression)

-Sage Nicholson