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Disclaimer: I still do not own PJO or the other Rick Riordon does...
Chapter three:
Whatever happened to a normal life? I'm stuck with a man who thinks he's a god, who just happens to be one of the worst drivers I've ever heard of, and keeps calling me a demigod. What did he want me to believe? I can't see him. Which was a major problem as I like to see everything before I believe it.
"I should have asked this earlier, but what is your name?" The man asked. "Reagan, um... what's yours." I replied. "No wonder you've looked at me like you're lost. You don't know what's going on. I'm Apollo and you are the demigod daughter of Athena, who has asked me to help you... and not tell haiku's. Tough I know." He told me. I could disagree completely with that, but then again I could disagree with anything. I love to argue. Sigh. Didn't he just day Athena was my mother, then why would I like that? I guess there's always a throw back somewhere...
I was back inside the vehicle. It lurched forward. Surprisingly I kept whatever amount of food I had inside me. I spent the entire ride trying not to puke. How did I get so lucky to be stuck with the god who cannot drive?
Once I got out (this time he didn't pull me out...) the vehicles door shut behind me. (To say it didn't surprise me would be a lie, and as this is supposed to be a true story...) I jumped slightly. I wasn't suspecting it. Then again, who would?
"You can relax now. It's not good for your body to be so tense, especially since you're not fully healed." Apollo told me. I could guess that from the fact that my head was killing me and I was exhausted. I was almost never tired. Even on the streets I didn't tire; I just continued to move from place to place and if I needed something I would take it. I, if things were going on like they were, would probably have became a professional thief. Yes, I was that good.