Okay, I'm sorry for not updating in so long (well, it was long for me...) but here's a new chapter! Gah, school is killing me and I have exams coming up really soon so I might not be able to update for a week or two. Oh, and once again, thanks to everyone for all the favorites, alerts and reviews.

But now, on with the story.

"Hello?" I flipped my golden blond hair and I swear that I saw a couple of guys pass out from my beauty. My Stuart Hughes iPhone 4 Diamond Rose Edition was pressed against my overly expensive diamond chandelier earrings.

"Bludy?" the voice on the other end called out.

"Hey," I hissed, making sure no one around could hear me. "I'm just Blue Payne when I'm not on duty at Camp! Remember?"

"Oh, right, Bludy!" the girl on the other line said, purposely trying to get on my nerves. I gritted my teeth and flashed one of my famous award-winning smiles to a cute guy who had just walked past me. He turned around and smiled back before slamming straight into a metal pole. He slumped to the ground.

"So why'd you call me?" I snapped at the person on the other end. "I'm on Fifth Avenue and I just saw the latest Prada handbag line and I was about to buy the whole collection already! Do you know how much time I need to hit all the stores here?"

"Well, we have an emergen—" I dropped the phone as my jaw suddenly unhinged and I raised my Chanel sunglasses over my head. "Hello?" the voice on my cellphone called out from the sidewalk but I ignored it. Who cared if my phone got ruined, after all, it was only a temporary replacement for my real phone. The matter in front of me was way more important than someone who was probably turning to me for a fashion emergency since I was an expert.

I stomped my way to the satyr (who was poorly disguised) and snatched the latest issue of Demigods Weekly right out of his hands. "Hey," he bleated. "That's mine."

I gave him a Do-you-think-I-really-care look and proceeded to flip through the glossy pages. "Losing her edge?" I shrieked, reading aloud from the article.

Resident Ares camper, Bludy Payne, has been seen everywhere from the latest celebrity parties to shopping on Fifth Avenue with her so-called boyfriend, Nico Di Angelo, but could it be possible that she's losing her touch? Just last week, unnamed sources revealed that she actually dyes her hair every morning to give it its 'natural' glossy blond look and that she is losing her touch as Nico has been seen with about every other girl at Camp. Also, more unnamed sources have discovered a pile of I-hate-Justin-Bieber posters under her bed which is contrary to popular belief that she is a true Belieber. Turn to page 9 for more details on this fake girl.

By this point, my eyes nearly burned holes into the magazine. Who would dare commit this—this—this sacrilege? And to me, of all people! How dare they!

I quickly spun around and snapped my fingers, muttering something in Greek. I may have been at Camp for only two weeks but I had a better learning capacity than other campers. Seconds later, a gray cab woven out of smoke appeared out of nowhere and I stepped in. "To Camp," I ordered. "And no arguing."

One of the Gray Sisters rolled her eyes, "Who died and made you queen?"

I scowled at her and smoothed out my clothes which consisted of a loose white shirt, faded skinny jeans and brown sandals. Though the outfit was plain, I still managed to look awesome in it. Minutes later, we arrived.

I slammed the door and threw some drachmas into the back seat through the window. I heard several snickers as I stomped through the Camp and stopped right outside the frilly pink Barbie-house door. I grabbed both sides of the door and ripped it off the hinges with my superhuman strength that Ares had granted me with.

"Um," Piper said, suddenly sticking her head out of the doorway. "What are you doing here? And why did you just break the door?"

I grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her off the ground. "Where is the head of the gossip column for Demigods Weekly?" I yelled. I actually pity her for not being as pretty as me.

"T-T-Turn to the left once you reach the first bathroom." she stuttered. I muttered a quick thanks and looked for the room. Whpever did that was going to pay. Big time.

With every step I took, the ground rumbled. I finally found the place I was looking for and there was a wooden table placed on the carpeted floor. Behind the table, a chair was turned around making the place look like an old detective movie.

"Why don't you come in, Blue?" a deep voice offered.

"No thanks," I snarled. "Who do you think you are?"

"Who do you think you are? Running around leaving scars, collecting you jar of hearts an—" the voice sang. [1]

"SHUT UP!" I screamed, covering my ears. "I hate that song! I don't need you singing it!"

"Jeez, you have no sense of humor or style. Anyway, your so-called beloved has died."

It took me a moment to realize who the voice was talking about. "N-Nico?" I choked out, feeling as if the air in me had been sucked out. "Y-Y-You're lying!"

The chair swivelled around and I gasped. In front of me was a hooded figure wearing a sparkly pink cloak with an image of a Barbie doll printed on her right chest pocket. This could only mean one thing—she was a part of the secret revolution I had pledged to, The Mary Sue Revolution Force To Take Over The World, or in short—TMSRFTTOTW.

She stood up from the chair, "Bludy, the revolution is starting sooner than you know."

A/N: Dun dun dun *thunder crackling* The Take-Over is starting!

[1] This actually happened to me and my friend before. And the song is "Jar of Hearts" if you didn't know.

The phone case I put in this chapter is actually real. And it costs $8 million. I'm serious, Google it.

Wish me luck for my tests.

~C.C.