Hey everyone! :D Yeah, I know, updated WAY quicker than my own fanfic. Coauthoring with Hugs helps. Soo yeah, enjoy! Hugs wrote this chapter, so just to be clear: HUGS IS AWESOME. ALL MUST PAY HOMAGE TO HER STORIES. DO IT. DO IT NOW.
Disclaimer: We don't own PJO. If we did, we would be working on writing the House of Hades in a way that wouldn't have fangirls trying to break own our doors in anger. Sadly, Rick probably won't do this.
Reece's POV
My morning consists of:
Shower, getting dressed in camp tee, jeans and my army jacket, and throwing stuff into the pockets. That stuff consists of:
A pair of dice, a deck of cards, my iPod, earbuds, a notebook, three or four pens, a paperback, a few turtle erasers, at least one plastic animal and my dagger. Oh and 20 bucks and sometimes a laser pointer. All things considered, I'm probably the most routined child of Tyche.
I remember when I was first here. I got stuck in the Hermes cabin. Bah. SHE was there too. We didn't actually hate each other until we played poker. And she brutally lost. I kind of found out she didn't like losing. In all fairness I gave it back. That night we both got claimed, and became sworn enemies. That was two years ago. And yup. That IS a long time to hold a grudge. But it just gets bigger, and bigger.
A kid in the Hermes cabin steals me Paperbacks; I'm currently reading Smiles to Go by Jerry Spinelli. That previously mentioned kid also steals me random junk from Goodwill. Yesterday it was a plastic Pikachu from McDonald's that I named Leroy.
I always carry around at least 20 in case I can ever get a good game going. Last Tuesday I demonstrated to an Ares kid how it is never good to say to a child of Tyche, "Are you feeling lucky punk?" Because we usually are. Got me a bumble bee PillowPet!
Of course, there's Chelsea. Always Chelsea. Annoying, with anger issues, and a way to make me embarrassed. She's so good at embarrassing me. Commenting on my ever growing pillow pet collection, or calling me Reecie cup, or anything. I mean, it so irks me. Okay, so yeah I like those fluffy stuffed pillows that vaguely resemble an animal. So maybe I like cuddling with them. I don't get why she hates me anyway. I mean, I gave it back!
I go to breakfast by myself, after being mortally embarrassed Chelsea I don't think I can walk, talk, or even face my annoying brothers. I take my bagel off by myself. But Chelsea always finds me.
Hope you enjoyed it! I'll try and update weekly if I can, so expect a new chapter every Sunday night. I'll be writing the next chapter, so stay tuned for more :D