okkkk… life is weird sometimes and I think im loosing my memory (I wont go into y cuz it's a looong story). The doctors let me go back to school!!!! YAY (AHHHH I cant believe I said that) i went 300 words over the word limit on my essay on to kill a mocking bird, and now my English teacher is pissed off. my cat is eating my hair for some weird reason. I think I lost my copy of titans cuz I havnt seen it in like…a week and if I left it in the hospital ill die. o wait. its rite here, my other cat is sleeping on it.

"She did WHAT?"

Ingrid looked around worriedly "She told Zoe. Travis, could you please not yell?" They were sitting by the lake, their feet dangling into the water.

"Then Zoe came over and ordered them never to speak to her again" finished Jinx.

Travis fumed. "Why the hell would she do that? That retard! It's not like it's any of her business! I'll kill her! I'll—wait… which one is she?"

"The one that shot the arrows in Connor's helmet."

Connor sat up strait "Ok, I agree, let's kill her"

"You guys, you can't just go around killing people" Said Orlando, rolling his eyes.

"Why not? You almost strangled that scientist when you found out he tested on animals" asked Jinx, raising an eyebrow.

"But I didn't"

"But you almost did"

"But I didn't"

"No, you just got Travis and Connor to play an extremely rude prank on him that ended up with him running out of the lab in his underwear"

Connor got an evil look on his face. "And that, my friends--" he started

"--Is exactly what we should do" Finished Travis. Simultaneously, they leaned forward , their eyes sparkling with ideas"

"What? make her run out of a lab with her XXL panty hose on?" asked Jinx dryly, ruining the dramatic effect the Stoll brothers had created.

They looked at her. "No! Play a prank. Now, Minions, gather round." Jinx rolled her eyes but joined the group huddle.

"Any ideas?" Connor asked. Jinx snorted.

"What?" asked Connor, defensively.

"Oh, nothing, it's just Connor Stoll, criminal mastermind, asking for help from his 'minions'?"

"Shut up Jinx, I'm getting an idea" said Ingrid. She closed her eyes, listening to a voice deep inside her head, literally. It wasn't a figment of her imagination, it was truly someone else. The faint smell of roses drifted through the clearing and the words were clearer.
Centaur blood is like acid. When applied to skin it will cause a highly allergic reaction, the victim will be bedridden for a week with hives.

She opened her eyes, "What about centaur blood?"

The Stoll's looked at her in wonder, and she could see idea's flashing around in their eyes, their minds going a hundred miles per hour. "Good, Chiron sometimes makes blood donations as a weapon, it's in the basement of the big house. Orlando, you're in charge of getting that"

"Why me?"

"Because you live there"

Orlando reluctantly left to get the centaur blood.

"Now how are we going to get it on her?"

Jinx thought about it for a moment "I was at the shop the other day, and I saw her there, she seems pretty obsessed with this shirt…"

"Quick, go buy it" he tossed her a couple drachma's, and they hit her on the forehead.

"Hey! Just for that I'm keeping the change" and she was gone.

Connor turned to Ingrid "go get an empty bottle of spray paint"

"Where am I supposed to get that?"

"Under my bunk."

"With your broccoli from last week? Wow, what did I ever do to deserve this great privilege." She stood up and bowed. "And if I might as, your majesties, what will you do?"

"Sit here and wait for you to come back"

Ingrid rolled her eyes and left.

* * *

By the time they had all returned, Ingrid's hands were filthy, just like the empty spray paint can that she clutched, Jinx however, seemed pretty happy with her side of the deal. She was holding a clean silver T-shirt, with no week old broccoli bits stuck to it. When she walked, Ingrid heard the unfamiliar jangling of drachmas. Orlando was leaning against a tree holding a plastic water bottle half full of thick, bubbling golden slime. Travis and Connor had just finished laying out newspaper.

"Spray paint can" Connor held out his hand. Ingrid gave it to him. He looked at her "You could have washed it"

"You could stop putting your dinner under your bed."

Instead of responding he ordered for the Centaur blood. Carefully he put on safety gloves and unscrewed the blue plastic cap. A plume of green gas escaped with a hiss and curled towards the sun. Slowly he poured it into the spray paint can. When he was finished Travis took the shirt from Jinx, turned it inside out and laid it on top of the newspaper. Travis sprayed the inside of the T shirt and stepped back to admire his work. At that moment Beckendorf walked up to them.

He regarded the T shirt. "I'm not going to ask" He turned to the Stolls. "Chiron wants to see you to in the big house, now. Emergency meeting about last night's prophecy." He turned and walked away.

Connor stuffed the T-shirt in his bag, and ran after him, Travis not far behind.

"Smell ya' later!" he called over his shoulder, and they disappeared into the strawberry fields.

AHHHH I just realized that the meeting takes place like… the night before! not the day after! ahhhhhhhh. ok just pretend it makes sense ok? cuz im not about to delete the entire chapter.