So... I know you won't really care about why I haven't posted and just be like 'FINALLY!' but this has happened to other stories. I've been sick and I've had a lot of joint pain, including the fingers, so typing and reviewing chapters haven't been a big priority and this one was a bit tougher to write. I should be okay now though, so don't expect monstrous delays. I apologise for the previous.

Disclaimer: I don't own Katie or her world, situations, possible situations and relationships with other characters.

Katie

Tell Miranda she'll be counsellor now,

And not to worry: because I trust her to wow

Tell Travis the Easter bunnies weren't appreciated

And for Conner not to snigger, because I know he's the one from which the idea originated

Tell my mother that her cereal didn't save me

And I think it's just as badly affecting Persephone

So… maybe give it a rest?

Tell Percy, Annabeth, Reyna and Jason that I'm sorry I won't help with the war effort anymore

But I can't even help myself; you can't ask me to do more

Tell Annabeth it was nice to have a girl around year-round

And that I hope everything was okay between them when Percy was found

Tell Clarisse she also made great company,

Just when she calmed down that inner furry

Tell all my brothers and each sister

That I didn't want to leave them without a goodbye, but death is stronger than ever.

Tell the Stoll brothers that even with the chocolate bunnies, the honey in the comb,

Or the prank IM or the invasion of the cabin via garden gnome

Camp Half-Blood was always loved and always home

Tell my Dad I won't be back on the farm

Tell him that I'm so sorry, but he'd understand if he saw my chest and arm

I've never seen more blood and exposed flesh,

And I'm sorry that I'm adding mine to the rest

Tell Persephone to hold on tight,

She's doing a great job considering cereal's not her delight

Tell Camp Half-Blood to stay strong,

The deaths are piling up and I know the war's getting long

But they can do it, I just know it

Stay positive, whether Greek or Roman

Because I see that we're all in this together, whether legionnaire, hoplite or bowman

Tell Gaia that things grow from the earth

I should know it's my home turf,

Earth is made to nourish, live from, and birth,

So why so much death, Mother Earth?

Tell Travis that he was like a monkey on steroid

A pain in the butt but… Maybe there was something about it I enjoyed

Next: Tell Dad to forget about Luke, he was just bitter

The rest of us still think he was a really cool father