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How many days in a year?
She woke up with hope but she only found tears.
And I can be so insincere,
Making her promises never for real!
As long as she stands there waiting,
Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes!
How many days disappear?
When you look in the mirror so how do you choose?
Your clothes never wear as well the next day,
And your hair never falls in quite the same way-
But you never seem to run out of things to say...

THIS IS THE STORY OF A GIRL,
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD!

-3 Doors Down

Story of a Girl

A full, long week of nothing-ness injected itself into my life. Firstly I found out that Trina is a very heavy sleeper, I had to drop warm chili down her pants to even get her to turn over! The thing I had to do was to play Paramore's Riot, the first note the lead singer sang, woke her up.

"I'M UP!" she screamed. "PARAMORE!" I giggled and hopped down to the floor where she had fallen. She looked about wildly. "Where's the fire?"

"There isn't any fire." I said smirking. Trina looked confused.

"An Earthquake? A Flood? The Plague!?" I shook my head.

"Nope just little old me!" I said brightly.

"ARE YOU CRAZY? THEN WHY THE HECK DID YOU WAKE ME UP WOMAN?" Trina thundered. I collapsed in a wail of laughter and many panting bouts afterwards. She slapped me with a pillow.

"It's two." I informed her glancing at her watch.

"TWO IN THE FREAKIN' MORNING?" she demanded.

"In the afternoon." I corrected her.

"It's too early to be up!" She snorted and dived back into my couch and her nest of blankets and stuffed animals.

"Too early?" I asked wonderingly. "No it's not! Get up! I need you to stop by the store and get me some pickles, yogurt, and ketchup." she opened one bleary eye at me and groaned.

"No!" she growled. "You do it, you're the 'more expierenced' driver after all!" I held up the keys and jangled them temptingly.

"I'll let you drive our Lamborghini or Porche!" I told her evilly. "Just for a little bit of pickles, yogurt, ketchup oohh!-and custard!" she tumbled out of the tangle of wool and cotton.

"Fine, but only because you're pregnant! Otherwise I'd totally kick your butt for gambling with the promised land!" I tipped my head to the side.

"It's just a car." she turned a light shade of blue. Abandoning all pretenses I started thumping her back and I was extremely close to giving her the Heimlich. She let out a strangled wail and collapsed sobbing into my arms. For the first time I noticed her Superman boxers and low cut tank top, God this girl had absolutely not fashion sense!

"Just a car?" she wept. "My entire existence revolves around those heroes, and all you can say is IT'S JUST A CAR?!" I rolled my eyes at her drama and waddled back to the kitchen to make myself some fixings.

"The food money is in the jar; I've counted the entire sum for all of those plus tax so I'll know if you spend any on random crap." I said not looking up from my chopping board. She flashed me a look of pure hatred, most often feared if it was graced upon a child of Athena's face; This meant war.

"FINE!" she screamed and slammed the door.

-_-

Poor Percy.....

"So-o-o, maybe we could go out sometime and...you could read me some...books?" I rolled my eyes in exasperation. This idiot girl from high school was hitting on me in the line for the airport, maybe I should show her my ring? Nah, how 'bout another finger....

"WELL! If that's how it's gonna be; Wedding's off!" I looked at her in confusion, but all I could see was a sulky pimply girl who had absolutely no idea when people didn't like her.

"This is another Dad's problem." I said in an undertone. Everyone around me laughed well except for her....

"Wife's prego, you're too young to be that old of a dad?" I nodded at the leering man not even acknowledging the horrendus language, I was way too used to it.

"And your first?" another woman asked pleasently. "Have you picked out any names?" I smiled and rushed into the plane without replying.

"O, so now you're gonna beg for my forgiveness huh?" Oh Gods darn it! The idiot girl was slouching with her hands on her hips. "Well it'll take a lot of begging to get me back in your arms!" everyone stared.

"You were never in my arms to begin with!" I said my temper rising to the boiling point. "Who the heck are you anyways? And could you please sit somewhere else?" She humphed and elbowed her way next to a flustered looking youth sitting with his mom.

"Hi, I'm Jayne! What's your name?" she purred rather gravelly batting her eyelashes. The poor dude looked around and his face turned tomato red.

"Duncan." he mumbled.

"Well! Duncan, I'm gonna sit next to you! I'm sure you'll like that because you want my butt next to you I bet!" Ugh what a freak! The poor guy looked about ready to cry.

"Um actually not, SECURITY!" his mom squawked. Poor Jayne, glad she's off the plane though!

=_=

"UGH!" I screamed and slammed my coffee cup down. Trina yawned and flicked through our channels on the 70in. television. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! Anyone could see that Gilles Zhang made a better building than Herman Walshins!" she completely ignored me.

"Oh Trina, Percy's coming home tomorrow morning." I said after an awkward pause. "You can go home after that," she yawned and batted her eyelashes.

"Whatever, but you so-o-o owe me!" she said. "You owe me that new, ultra uber kewl Paramore CD!" I nodded.

"Whatever Trina," I said levelly. "Just please Percy hurry up!"