Chapter 7
Apollo's hobby is taking really annoying videos of my friends and me.
Clarisse and I relax on the couch while Apollo unplugs my gaming console and plugs in the card reader. Disks like the ones that my video games are made on went out of use before I was born. Now everything is on small cards, like those you would find in an old digital camera.
"I'm pretty sure this one is from the eighth grade," he says, cramming himself between Clarisse and me. I groan and close my eyes. I was such a bitch in the eighth grade.
"Are you recording?" the fourteen year old, but still very pink, Diana asks the fourteen year old Apollo.
"Yeah. You ready?"
"Hell yeah."
"I really hate how we always used to say things like that. God that's annoying," Clarisse mutters. The young Diana takes a deep breath and cartwheels across our old homeroom class room.
"Hold on," Current Apollo says. He fast forwards to one of us on the tennis courts. Oh god.
"Who's serving?" fourteen year old Apollo asks fourteen year old me.
"Them," I say to him, pointing to Priam and Ceres. The young Priam and Ceres nod their heads and serve the ball. Little me returns the ball and jumps back about a foot.
"What the hell? Oh god why was the ball wet?" Young me drops the racquet and walks away from the court. "Turn the goddamn camera off." I shake my head. Apollo and Clarisse laugh. Clarisse reaches across me and takes the remote out of Apollo's hand.
"How did that ball get wet anyway ?" she asks Apollo while fast forwarding through some more middle school adventures.
"Lake Pennington," he says with a smile. Lake Pennington is the nickname that we gave to the flooded ditch behind the tennis courts at our elementary school, "Caius hit it over the fence." Clarisse stops it at one of the upper grade field trip. This is going to be... interesting. Since we had such small class sizes, for most field trips it was the upper grades, which were the fifth through eighth grade. Fun times. Little me is sitting next to little Caius on the bus. Horrible, loud, uncomfortable bus. I'm spread out while Caius is leaning over the side of his chair talking to Ceres. I'm listening to music, presumably some sort of show tune. Apollo zooms in on my face and I look at him coldly.
"Stop that," I mouth, looking away from the camera. He zooms out. Caius is watching some movie, I squint to see what movie is playing, and my eyes widen.
"What?" Apollo says, looking at the screen. I swear that his camera was attached to his face. There is a woman walking around without a shirt on, "Oh god. Why?" The camera turns back to me. I'm staring at Caius, and he's looking back at me uncomfortably.
"You liked those boobs didn't you," I asked him.
"Yeah..." Caius says, looking away from young me. I turned back to the movie with a skeptical expression, shrugged my shoulders, and said, "Eh, you have the right. They're pretty nice for someone her age." I put my head in my hands. Clarisse pats my shoulder and says, "You were such a boy."
"No wonder everyone called you Mister Magnificent," Apollo says. I can hear the stifled laugh that's hiding in him. I was also referred to as a boy. 'This is Hera. He's in my class,' and things like that. I should call up Caius sometime. Not sure if Diana would like that, but I really need help beating this one video game, and he's pretty good at them.
I apologize for the filler :P Remember how I said that school was pretty much over for me? Yeah, forget that. I'm still working on 8 and 9, but look forward to Monday. And also, RATE AND REVIEW so I know that you still like me.
Johanna