CoNsTrUcTiVe CrItIcIsM! How are you talking like that? MaGiC!

DisclaimerR: If I owned PJO, I would probably be dead. How does that have anything to do with anything? Well, I would have been murdered by all the people at the Camps for telling their secrets... What about Rick Riordan, he actually owns PJO. He's just lucky... I am not.

Chapter 2

Day 1

"Do you think this is polished enough?" Hazel asked, presenting the chest plate to the other girls.

"Ooh! Shiny!" Sofie replied, finishing up one of the greaves and holding it out to the others. "How's this?"

"Fine, I'm pretty sure all the pieces are fine," Piper says, placing the other greave onto Mali's armor stand.

"I'll get the cutting dagger, then!" Sofie announced, putting the other greave on the stand.

"What?" Annabeth asked, placing Mali's old helmet over her curls.

"Remember, we're cutting our hair?" Monica answered for Sofie, "I'll go first,"

"Actually, I'll just give myself a little trim..." Sofie replied, drifting off at the end whilst putting the dagger to her hair, a slightly maniacal expression on her face.

"I'll do that for you. You're definitely not to be trusted with sharp objects," Piper said, trimming Sofie's already short hair.

"And yet, you let me swing swords at your faces," Sofie jokingly replied, but still looking slightly hurt at her hair-cutting privileges being taken away. After Piper cut everybodies hair, the girls took turns looking into the mirror.

"I hate to admit this, but I think you might have done a better job than I would have... Maybe..." Sofie commented, looking at the girls short hair with a false judgemental look while stroking an imaginary beard.

"Thanks," Piper replied, statistically. "Annabeth, can you cut my hair now?"

"Sure," Annabeth said, taking the dagger and putting it up to the ends of Piper's hair. Once Piper's hair was cut, everyone looked over at Sofie, who had been oddly quiet. Being Sofie, she had taken some old scraps of cloth and made a boys tunic, without any sewing involved, which she was modelling over her girl tunic.

"How beautiful am I?" Sofie says in a false conceited voice.

"Lovely..." Monica replied, a sarcastic blade digging into Sofie's false conceitedness.

"I know!" Sofie replied, still with a false conceited voice.

"Anyway... We should make tunics like Sofie was modelling and then we can sign up tomorrow or something," Hazel commented, helping Sofie take the boy tunic off, which she had managed to get tangled in.

Monica stared down at the sewing needle in her hand. "I have no idea what I'm doing with this."

Hazel took pity on her and began to teach her how to properly thread a needle. Annabeth and Sofie began their own tunics, Sofie's original one already in shambles.

"Can I add flowers?" Sofie asked within 30 seconds.

"No," answered Annabeth.

"What about frills?"

"No."

"What about-"

"No! Sofie, we're supposed to be teenage boys! It will kind of be a giveaway if one of us has glitter and unicorns on her clothes!"

"Hmph." Sofie frowns, jabbing her needle into the fabric.

"We also need to start acting like boys," Monica added. "Sofie, you might not want to talk much. You sound much, much too girly."

"I can sound like a boy!" Sofie protests. She starts talking in a deep voice. "I'm stupid. I'm gunna go beat up somebody."

"Nice try." Monica rolled her eyes.

"You're nice," Sofie said, her own blade of sarcasm digging into Monica.

Annabeth took her try. "Hey, how's it goin'? I read this really good book-"

"Annabeth," Monica interrupts. "No books."

"What about 'Hey. D'you know the new guy?'" Hazel said.

"Yes." Monica nodded. "It's unimportant and casual. It says nothing about us and yet we're still friendly. Everything we say needs to be like that. Got it, Sofie?"

"No, 'cause I was completely ignoring you!"

Annabeth sighed. "You really need to stop doing anything like that..."

"Yes mother." Sofie smiled innocently, then slightly ruined it by pricking her finger with the needle. "Ow," she whined, sucking on the wound.

Hazel held up her completed tunic. "I'm done!" she said happily.

"You know what... I'm going to put this blood to good use!" Sofie shouted, maniacally enthusiastic.

"She's not doing what I think she's doing..." Piper said, worried.

"Oh... Yes she is..." Annabeth replied, watching as Sofie squeezed the blood from her finger and tried to stain her tunic.

"I am not bleeding enough... Annabeth, can you hand me your dagger?" Sofie asked, taking on the innocent voice again.

"NO!" All the girls shouted at Sofie, who began to fake whimper in sadness.

"But this needs to be beautiful..." Sofie whined, "Which means it needs to be bloody!"

"This girl needs therapy," Piper commented to Annabeth.

"I'm pretty sure anybody who tries to be therapeutic with me will become mentally disturbed," Sofie stated, moving on to mud to stain her tunic with.

"You're going to have to wash that," Monica stated.

"Then I will dye it blue! BLUUUE!" Sofie shouted. Honestly, the only thing you could expect from this girl was the unexpected.

"Does anybody have anything that will shut this girl up?" Annabeth asked, shouting at the sky.

"That's not nice," Sofie said, putting a pouting lip out.

"I thought we were working on not talking," Hazel said.

"I already did that, from age 4 to age 12. I need to talk for all that I missed out on," Sofie said, then turning to the wall to talk to it, "You'll listen to me, right wall?"

"Ooooh-kaaay... Moooving oooon..." Monica said, drawing out her words. Still eyeing Sofie, who seemed to be having a lovely conversation about different ways to draw blood without anything sharp with the wall.

"Note to Self: Do not become mentally disturbed," Monica commented to herself.

"YOU'RE ALREADY THERE!" Sofie shouted, still conversing with the wall.

Hazel snuck a glance at Sofie's tunic and smiled helplessly. It was covered in swirls and designs made of blood and mud. She could see a trident, an owl, a pair of horns... It was really quite entrancing. But if Sofie wore it she'd never pass for a boy. Hazel quietly began another tunic to force onto Sofie tomorrow.

If you didn't guess, Sofie is SM... And Monica is MP! Yeah, SM is really that crazy in real life. Look who's talking! You're just as crazy as I am... No... I'm crazier and I take pride in that. I WILL NOT BE TOPPLED FROM MY THRONE OF INSANITY!

Yeah, SM just kinda ran off like the crazy person she is... So I'm here to give you the end notes... CONSTRUCTIVE-

LLAMAS!

Constructive Criticism...

I know :)