I'm getting really bad about updating this... And I know, this chapter is short, but work with me here.
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Zeus's POV
"Zeus, come on honey! We have to be at the courtroom into twenty minutes!" Hera yelled from our kitchen.
"I'll be there in a jiffy!"
I looked at myself in the mirror. Man, am I a handsome devil or what?
"Zeus," Hera shouted with her man voice. "Come on! We have to go, now!"
I stepped out of the bedroom and into the hallway where Hera was waiting for me.
She took a look at me and rolled her eyes. "Zeus, I told you to use my cover-up makeup to hide that tattoo. And you were supposed to comb your hair the other way. The purple mane is still showing."
"But I like this tat, woman!" I pointed to the little lavender and yellow flower. It had a rainbow border. I snickered. Hera thinks it's too girly, and I said that real men wear pink. Then she said…
Hera's eyes narrowed. "NOW!" she roared in her deep, deep man voice.
I ran into the bathroom and grabbed Hera's makeup kit.
"Zeus, bring it all. The cab is here. I'll fix you up on the way there."
I scooped up the various beauty supplies and ran out the door and into the Grey Sister's Taxi.
"Ladies, come on. Pick up the pace. We have a trial to get to," Hera said to the three "women" in the front seat. They just grunted.
I turned to Hera. "Shouldn't we keep the tattoo uncovered up so we have proof that I was a pony?" I was trying to use my smarticals to keep my manly tat.
"We have plenty of pictures of you during that period of time. Besides, we don't want to people to think your…" Hera seemed to stop to consider her word choice. "…feminine."
"Like a cat?" I wondered as she started plucking my eyebrows. Wait a minute! "HERA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BUSHES?"
Hera replied, not even stopping her work, "I'm making you look decent. Your eyebrows are worse than a mountain man's."
I rolled my eyes as Hera continued to pluck and pluck the poop out of my eyebrows.
"We're here," a gravely voice said from the front.
"Great," I mumbled. I started to get out of the cab when Hera pulled me back in.
"Hold on," she said sweetly. "Let me just… umm… add some color to your err… skin.
She hesitantly took out this pencil thingamabob and drew something on my forehead.
"That tickles!" I laughed. She was drawing right where my eyebrows were.
She stopped drawing and looked at me. I tried to smile one of my Elvis smiles.
"Oh Lordy Pete…" she muttered.
"What?" I wondered, stepping out of the taxi and into a mob of paparazzi.
They all opened their mouths to speak, and then just held them there, suspended in mid air.
"Hey everybody! What's going on?" I tried to liven up the party.
"Zeus, come on," Hera yanked my forward, past the paparazzi (who were still standing in awe of me, I might add). "Wait here," she mumbled and walked up to a receptionist's desk. I sat down in a small, wooden chair.
"Hi little girl. What're you doing here?" I asked the small child that was sitting next to me. She had pale blonde ringlets and she couldn't take her eyes off me.
She giggled.
"What? Is there a booger up my nose?" I tried to blow my nose on my handkerchief. No boogers.
She giggled again.
"Umm… what's so funny, little girl?"
She giggled again.
"Little girl! You better answer me!" I shouted at the small, blonde girl.
She got up and ran away.
Suit yourself…
"Zeus, is something the matter?" Hera asked me. She was still at the desk.
"NO. I just can't figure out why that little girl was laughing at me…"
"What little girl? I don't see a little girl. Are you sure that's what you saw?"
"Uh, yes! There was a little girl in here. I swear!"
"Zeus, you- no, never mind. Just read one of those magazines over there." she turned her attention back to the front desk.
I looked at the magazines. The most recent one was about a week old. The front cover read: "Breaking News: Kristen Miller is Set to Testify Against Hera". It showed a picture of a cow and then to the side, the woman that I saw so long ago…
"Zeus, come on!" Hera urged, pulling the magazine out of my hands.
"Yeah, I'm co-"
"OHMIGOSH! This can't be…" Hera muttered, her face pale with shock.
"What?"
"This-" Hera pointed to the picture on the magazine. "How-" she shook her head. "She can't-" Hera smacked herself in the forehead. "This is going to-" Hera fell backwards and landed with a thump.
I bent down and whispered, "Hera Beara, are you okay?"
No response.
"Hera?" I asked with no response again. "Hera," I said more urgently.
"Is everything okay, son?" an old lady asked. I turned to locate the voice. It was the receptionist.
"Er… Hera pas- she went ker-plunck!" I said, my hands demonstrating what happened.
"I'll call an ambulance. Right now you need to get to Court 12."
"But Hera is supposed to do all the talking. She told me I was just here for moral support."
"Go, now!" the old lady yelled at me. Suddenly, a wind was pushing me down the hallway and straight into a door.
BANG! I fell backwards as I hit the door. I reached up and felt my nose. Blood was slowly trickling down from it. I took out my hankie and stuffed it up my nose. I had to do this for Hera! I opened the door and marched down the aisle.
I warned you that it was short! Anyways, please review!!!
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