Annabeth has a twin sister who's completely spoiled and rotten in every possible way you can possibly imagine. But what happens when she rises to fame and gets even more spoiled and rotten as the days go by? And how come she happens to steal away he very thing that Annabeth likes?

Disclaimer: Rick Riordan's Characters, not mine.

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It's been one night. One night of eternal sweatiness and that gross feeling

you get when you rub your thighs together, and I never even felt a single gush of cool air on me last night. You want to know why? Because my own father couldn't do the honor of buying his daughter an air conditioner. Scratch that, he couldn't even by me a shitty dollar-tree fan. I bet Molly slept like a baby last night. My dad probably had a nice lay-out for her with an air conditioner on sixty. For a rich man, my father is cheap.

But the real issue that I was having all night were the cramps in my lower stomach. All night I either felt like I was going to throw up or die, and I wasn't sure if I ate something bad or I was now allergic to shellfish. If that were the case, I'd personally throw myself off a cliff for not being able to eat fish in again.

In the morning I didn't feel any better, I knew I didn't have a fever or anything, but my stomach was just hurting so bad I felt like I had a child in me. Not that I know what that feels like.

I stood up from my bed, almost stumbling to the floor before

I caught myself. What's wrong with me? Was I really already homesick after a day? I hoped not. If I was going to stay here all summer, I was going to have to get used to the lifestyle of being rich. And it was only for a summer. After that it's senior year and off to college, preferably somewhere far away where I could take care of myself and manage to graduate with the highest degree in my class. My life goal was to be the best at the best, but having Molly around doesn't help with that.

While my stomach still felt like it was going to explode, I managed to get to the bathroom in time just to... Go to the bathroom. It's gross, but maybe if I went know I'd be able to get all the toxins out of my body and feel a little bit better.

The bathroom that was actually in my room was not like any other bathroom I'd scene. It had a huge porcelain bathtub in the back, and next to it was a shower that didn't even have any curtains on it. Lucky me. It was like I was watching MTV's Cribs or something and Bow Wow was showing off his state-of-the-art motion detector toilet flusher.

It was quite interesting seeing how that could play off in real life. I've never had my own bathroom, so it was even stranger for me to have three sinks all to myself. What do I even need three sinks for? Was I going to wash my hands in one and soak my period-blood-underwear in the other? Actually, that's not suck a bad idea.

And speaking of periods, guess what those cramps were all about? Yeah, anyone with a vagina knows that periods are your worst enemy when you're already in a bad mood. Or just in general. And getting yours in the summer is like hell. People who know how to use tampons are already in good shape, but for me, well... I was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on down there. And in that moment that you look down at your underwear and see some red nasty shit all up in it, you know your fucked for the rest the week.

So here I was, sitting on the toilet and knowing that the following days cannot be any good for me. It's not that I get extremely moody when I'm on my period or anything, it's just knowing that your eternally bleeding for some bitch-ass-baby that will never come is completely uncool. I might get bad cramps once in a while, but I'm pretty sure I'm not raising a baby until I'm like thirty. I heard that some other girls in my grade are taking birth control pills to make the... Bleeding stop? But I don't really plan on taking those in the future. Maybe when I start having sex.

And it's revolting. Periods are supposed to be a natural thing, so why does it feel so... Unnatural? Maybe it's because of the ton of blood that pounds out of me during the day, or maybe it's the thought that I wasn't even injured down there, so why am I bleeding?

So in the end I ended up stuffing my underwear with toilet-paper since I didn't have any pads with me. Molly, after giving me a disgusted look and slamming the door in in my face, told me she didn't have any either.

So right now my only option was to ask my dad to drive me to the store, if he was even home right now. And to answer another question, I do have my permit, but I haven't even took my driver's test yet, so right now it's pretty much useless. And the fact that I'm turning seventeen next month doesn't make it any better.

After walking through the mansion searching for my dad, which felt like a million years by the way, I finally found him in the kitchen sitting down at the island. He had a newspaper in his right hand, (pretending to read it no doubt) and a huge stack of unfinished pancakes beside him. By god if he eats like that every day he'll be overweight by the end of the week.

"Annabeth!" My dad called out once he spotted me entering the kitchen. "How are you? Did you sleep well last night?"

I slipped into the chair next to him. "Yeah, I guess. It was a little hot though."

My dad pushed the newspaper aside. "Well, it is summer."

No shit.

"Do you want something to eat for breakfast? Melinda can cook you up

something real nice."

"Melinda?" I asked, completely bewildered. "Who's

Melinda?"

My dad paused. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I hired a cook a couple of weeks ago. My schedule's pretty busy, so I don't have time for all that cooking nonsense. Is that okay with you?"

No, it's not okay. I wanted to spit fire at my dad. For last night, for him obviously choosing Molly as his favorite in a heartbeat. It wasn't fair, none of this one. Him lying, him needing a cook. There's literally three people living in this house right now. Why in the hell would he need a cook? And his busy schedule? Sounds to me like that's just some petty excuse for being a rotten dad.

"It's fine." I lied. "But I'm not hungry right not. I was actually hoping that you would-you would do me a favor. I mean-if you're not doing anything right now."

My dad had a twinkle in his eyes. "Sure Annabeth. What is it?"

Now, I've never asked my dad to get me pads. I didn't even know if I could muster out the words write now. Do I just ask him to bring me to the store and he can while in the parking lot while I get my pads? Oh god, this was going to be so awkward.

"I… Uh… Um…." I looked down at my feat. "Could-could you drive me to the store?"

My dad raised an eyebrow.

"What for?"

"I just need to get something."

"Well…. What do you need to get?"

Was he really so dense that he couldn't figure it out for himself? I was starting to get uncomfortable, rubbing my thighs and not looking into my father's eyes.

"I need a product."

My dad sighed. "Annabeth, you can tell me anything. I'm your father. So go on, what do you need?"

I closed my eyes, knowing this would be as painful as I imagined.

"Well, I need to get-."

"Good morning everyone!"

Molly barged into the kitchen in a supercilious way, having a big smile on her face that was plastered with make-up and her usual fake voice. Molly pranced over to my dad, kissed him the cheek, bidding him a good morning, smirked at me, and slipped into the seat next to dad.

"I had a great sleep last night." Molly uttered. "Except for the

heat."

My dad furrowed his brow. "I wonder why. Your sister had the same problem. There should be an air conditioner in both of your rooms."

"Well, there isn't." I said, my voice sounding irritated. "And yesterday didn't help."

Why did I just say that? Now I look like an absolute imbecile, running

my mouth whenever I get the chance. I had more control than that. At least I was more mature than Molly, so I should know better. For a minute we sat in

uncomfortable silence, with the only sound being Rolf's far-out barks from the other side of the house.

"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed!" Molly said, pulling her pony-tail holder out of her hair. "Literally!"

My head spun sharply toward her. "Save it Molly! You've been nothing but a dimwitted fool since... Forever! Why don't you just lay off?"

I had a need to control my voice, making it angry but soothing at the

same time. Piper used to tell me she found it intimating, so I always put it to good use in situations. Situations like this.

Molly didn't look wounded, she just secretly stuck the middle finger up at me as my dad looked completely exasperated. He folded his paper and rubbed his temples, like my mom whenever she got migraines.

"Are we really still doing this Annabeth?" My dad asked.

"Yes," I crossed my arms defensively over my chest. "We are still doing this. It's only appropriate."

Molly rolled her eyes. "And you're telling me to lay off? You're such a stick in the mud, can't you be happy for me? Can't you be happy that your even here? Living in this house? God you're so selfish?"

Selfish?

"I'm not the selfish one here! You are!"

"And how is that?" Molly huffed. "Recall one time where I did anything self-absorbed."

"Self-absorbed? You want me to tell you when you've been a selfish little bitch?"

Molly nodded. "Enlighten me, Annabeth. Tell me how much of a bitch I've been."

"Well there was that time you ditched Bobby and I in the mall because you saw your friends-."

"That's a stupid example." Molly smirked. "See? I'm not selfish!"

"Yes you are!"

"No I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

My dad, removing his hands from his temples, slapped the island table in a loud thud, that made Molly and I jump.

"Now both of you girls listen here!" My dad gave us both the evil eye. "There will be no fighting in here whatsoever!"

"But she started it!" Molly shouted, pointing an accusing finger at me.

"Only because you-you provoked me!" My voice was shaky, stumbling onto words as I went on. "Don't pretend that you didn't-!"

"ENOUGH!"

This time my dad really put down the hammer, literally, as he slammed a huge metallic hammer down on the island table.

"Where the heck did that come from?" Molly asked, baffled.

"I have an emergency stash," my dad pointed towards a tiny drawer as big as a flashlight by his knee. "Just in case delinquents come in the house."

"That's kind of cool." I said, reaching out to open the draw, but my dad swatted my hand away.

"Yes indeed, it is cool." My dad only had a small smile on his face for a second, right before it turned into a scowl. "But what isn't cool is you two fighting."

"But-." Molly said, with my dad cutting her off by touching his pointer finger to her lips.

"Hush now, sweetness. Look, I know you two have gone through some...detrimental things with each other," my dad gave me a look when he said that, "but it's an exciting time for us right now. Can't you two get along for a few months?"

Get along with Molly? Yeah that'll happen. When pigs fly. The only way for me to get along with my sister is to ignore her, which actually sounds pretty good.

"It's an exciting time for Molly." I stated, standing up. "And I don't want to be a part of it. I'm trying to mature about it dad, but she makes it impossible."

Molly sneered. "It's the PMS talking daddy, she'll get over it."

"Oh no," I took a step forward, Molly's eyes looking into mine. "This is just a warm up."

"Girls!" My dad said in an agitated voice. "Please, I'm begging you, for me, can you please just get along?"

"No." Molly and I said at the same time.

My dad shook his head. "What if we made a deal?"

Molly tore her eyes away from mine. Giving my dad a pouty look. "What do you mean? I didn't come her to do business."

I laughed. "Actually, you did. I don't think you know this but being famous involves hard work like business. What did you think you were gonna do? Have fun?"

"Annabeth," My dad said sharply. "You two should get along. Your sisters. Your twins."

Were we though? We never acted like it. I mean back in the day we were tight, but now? Our relationship has collapsed, and the only thing that linked us together was the fact that we were sisters. Other than that, we were polar opposites. Molly chose the dark side of all familiar things, and I ended up playing the stereotypical, 'not like other girls' girl. Which made me sick. In all honesty I did like the same things that Molly did. I liked to array myself with feminine clothing and make myself look presentable. It made me feel worth something, and the greatest thing about I was that I do it for myself. Not for some scrubby male, just for me.

That's another difference between Molly and me. She gives a crap what other people think of her, and that's what gets under her skin. Don't believe me? I'm good at reading people, and I can tell why people act the way they do. It's one of my special talents. Anyway, Molly always was the kind of person who needed to impress people. For me it didn't seem worth. Why should I care what other people think of me? Molly has her post-fame and fortune, I don't have anything to aspire to.

But I couldn't get along with Molly. It would be unfeasible. The only thing to do right now was glare at my sister and pray to every god out there that this is just some demented nightmare.

"What's the deal?" My sister suddenly asked, a dull tone to her voice.

My father turned around in his chair to look at us both. "It's simple really-."

"I don't like it." My mouth suddenly went dry. Why was I being so rude?

"You haven't even heard it Annabeth." Molly's jaw tightened. "But I don't think I'll be a fan of it either."

My dad shook his head. "This is just a compromise-."

"Sounds like were being punished." I said. "But go on."

My dad pursed his lips. "Alright. Well, the three of use clearly know that this summer is going to be a tuff one, obviously." My dad turned to me. "Annabeth. I know your mother forced you to come here, and that's why I think it's best if you leave early."

My heart sank. "What?"

He didn't want me around anymore, did he? And he's saying it right to my face, without any shame. I would say my dad's an asshole, but I don't think that word is quite strong enough for this predicament.

My dad must've saw the broken look on my face, because he back tracked real fast. "Oh no, sweetheart! That's not what I meant! I mean you clearly aren't comfortable in this environment, and I don't want you to feel out of place here."

"Okay." Was my only response. I feel like I've been stomped on by an elephant. Twice.

"So..." Molly twirled her hair. "If we stop fighting Annabeth goes home early? That's not fair! Where's my end of the deal?!"

My father suddenly went stiff in his chair. "Your right Molly, it's not. But I'm not sure what your end of the deal will bring." He turned toward me. "Is that okay Annabeth? Do you want to do that?"

It was like a smack in the face. My permanent infernal hell has come true. My nightmares were true, a demon Molly was, and something of a higher level. How had I been so blind? I should've fought, every second I had, to postpone this awful trip. My dad was nice to me one second, and the next time he turns his cheek he's telling me to get lost. It's not fair. And it makes me

absolutely sick.

"I guess." I pulled at the hem of my shirt, trying not to show how destroyed I was inside. "We can manage not fighting. I suppose."

"As long as it doesn't affect me." Molly's voice was careless, I pitied her

individuality. How can someone spend so much time just thinking about themselves? Her vanity was unbearable.

But of course, just as I thought Molly was bored with this discussion and was going to occupy herself with people who weren't lame, she suddenly muttered something that made my skin crawl:

"But this is Annabeth's punishment daddy. She did something very bad. Didn't mom tell you? That Annabeth hit me?" Molly's voice grew more confident as she went on. "So... Sending her home would be a waste. Mom would just send her right back, because she hates it here, and that's her punishment. I think this deal isn't going to work out as beautifully as you planned Daddy. Sorry, but Annabeth committee the crime, and now she has to pay."

It was dead silent. Oh shit.

What the hell just happened? In all reality, I never hit Molly. I never even laid a finger on her since the straightener incident. Why does she do this?

Actually, scratch. I know, why she does stupid shit like this. Throwing lies

around to keep me completely miserable. That might have worked at home, but here it's so not cool.

"I never hit you." I took a deep, steady breath. "I never-I never did anything to you."

"Is that so?" Molly sneered. "I suppose you didn't burn me with that straightener either? What makes you think dad will believe you?"

"Girls." My father said. His voice was low, a quiet pitch of silence. "I believe this marks the end of the deal." He stood up. "Annabeth, I was willing to give you a break but-." He took a deep breath and gazed at me with crestfallen eyes. "It won't be possible."

Of course it won't be possible, because the single chance of my returning home is ruined.

All I could do was stand there in the middle of the kitchen, with my sister's snobbish glare and my dad's disappointed face that both looked at me. Looked at me like I was some sort of criminal. How could someone's own family members do such a thing?

"I guess your right dad." I said. "But in theory you're both wrong."

I turned my back on the both of them, not looking at either of their expressions, when my dad suddenly called out, "Annabeth?"

I spun around. "What now?"

My dad but his lip. "That thing that you were talking about earlier-you needed to go to the store. What for?"

I could feel myself getting red, and this time it wasn't out of embarrassment of my period, or the pads really.

"Oh!" Molly clapped her hands excitingly. "Annabeth needs to get pads!"

I wanted to bash Molly over the head with a pan. I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked at my dad, who, I swore, looked as uncomfortable as I did.

"Oh." He said. "Well I can drive you to the store Annabeth. Do you need to go to the store right now?"

I shot Molly a dirty look. "It's not a real emergency. Why? Do you need to do something?"

"Oh, it's just a quick business uh... Export I had to do. It shouldn't take long."

I let my muscles relax. "Alright, well don't take too long."

"And I'm going out!" Molly announced, bouncing all over the kitchen.

"Going out?" I said in bewilderment.

"Yes, Annabeth." Molly said slowly like I was five. "Some people have lives." She looked over at my dad. "Can I go out with a few cast members from my movie for a while?"

My dad looked uneasy. "Cast members? I thought you weren't meeting them until next week."

"But I got a text from all the cast members. They want to meet up at Starbucks or something. Please!"

My dad scratched his head. "Well... I don't know..."

"Please daddy!" Molly pleaded. "Please! I really want to meet everyone!"

God she's so fake. Right away I could see through Molly, and it pained me that my dad was too full of his own bullshit to notice.

"On one condition." My father said. "You'll get along with your sister."

Molly made a face. "Do I have to?"

My dad nodded. "Yes. And you too Annabeth! Don't you try to leave!"

I was halfway out of the door when he said that. I really hoped that he wouldn't notice.

"Dad, I don't know-."

"So we have an agreement!" My dad announced. "Molly get along with your sister, and Annabeth be nice to your sister." He turned to me. "I'll call you when I'm done with my... Business exports."

My dad flew out of the door without another word.

"He was anxious to get out of here." Molly chirped. "It's probably because of your blood."

"Shut up." I snapped. "You do the same thing. Everyone with vagina's bleeds. It's a normal."

"How many times do I have to tell you this Annabeth?" Molly put her hand on the door and pushed outward. "Nobody cares."

I didn't have enough time to ask what she meant because left the room as fast as my dad. If nobody cars than why in the hell am I here? It's a painful experience hearing Princess say daddy and my dad pretending that I'm just another hole in the wall. I'm sure someone out there does care.

About me.

As I walked back upstairs to my room, I blatantly passed Molly's, which was only one room down from mine. She had her door almost shut with just the crack, enough for me see straight into her room. There I saw her laying down on her bed, with both earbuds in and a seventeen magazine that she was flipping through.

I opened the door. "Tell me why you said that."

Molly looked up. "WHAT?"

I walked over and yanked the earbuds out of her ears. "Why did you tell dad that? About this being my punishment?"

Molly narrowed her eyes. "What kind of fucking dumb question is that? You know why."

"Because you enjoy torturing me? Please Molly, that's a new low, even for you."

Molly didn't bat an eye. "A new low? Annabeth, I invented how to be a bitch. You should know that."

"But the whole daddy thing is a scam." I pointed an accusing finger at her. "Isn't it? You're acting like a nimrod to take the easy way out. Anyone could do that."

Molly sighed. She tossed her magazine aside and sat upright in her bed, pausing whatever song she was previously listening to on her phone.

"This is a rare opportunity Annabeth, so listen closely." Molly leaned forward, a sparkle in her eye. "Obviously you haven't lived through reality long enough to realize that I'm the one to control it. It may be hard for you to understand Annabeth, given the fact that you have no idea how to work around the situation, but I think its best we learn things my way, rather than pointing fingers at people."

She crossed her legs, giving me a smug smile.

"It's funny how everything works out perfectly when you haven't worked for it."

I felt my face heat up. "Oh no Molly, you don't give yourself enough credit. Remember all those people you blackmailed to get the top? That was a lot of work."

"Well you're not wrong." Molly cocked her head. "I like have these side conversations with you Annabeth. It reminds how much of a terrible person I am."

Now that caught me off guard. She knows she's awful, but how come she never admitted it till now? Does her ego get in the way of her admitting the truth? It seemed like a self-discovery, maybe one step forward for her being a better person, but there was something else that needed to be scraped out down below. Maybe I could get it out of her.

"Congratulations." I said, trying to his any amount of emotion in my voice.

Molly bit her lip. "Congratulations? That seems inappropriate."

"I mean for your future accomplishments." I said business-like. "I never congratulated you. Don't you think that it's a bit rude that I never applauded you?"

Molly considered it. "Of course. It's nice to know you care."

She gave me a wicked smile, but I wasn't cracking. Not this time.

"Actor, singer, star," I rambled off. "I'd kill myself to be in your position."

Molly waved her hand. "Complete and utter bullcrap. Annabeth, how dumb do I look? Be honest."

I stared at her, trying to come up with a clever line, but I had nothing.

"I thought looking stupid and acting it was a part of your little act." I said carefully.

Molly raised an eyebrow. "That's not answering my question."

I stomped my foot. "And I would like to know if you have any pads!?"

"The bitch wants it." Molly sighed and gave me a sad look. "Isn't that right Annabeth?"

I made a fist. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Of course you don't, I didn't expect you to. Annabeth, your smart, but you don't give your brain a rest. You run it a thousand miles and not once think to turn it off."

"Is that why I'm a bitch?" I snarled.

Molly stared at the carpet. "Oh, no."

She laughed, like she found the patterns on the carpet amusing.

"Molly." My voice was stern, but still calming.

Molly looked up. "I'm the bitch, you're the cunt. That's how this family works, right? Self-destructive mom, bratty twins, gullible dad." She smirked at that one. "It's one big happy family."

One big happy family? Obviously, I've underestimated Molly. Under the sheer idiocy that grew beneath her skin, there actually was some intelligence. It was all too much for me to take in at this moment. Could Molly actually be up to my level in intelligence?

My guess was that when we were in the womb Molly decided it was a good enough time to come out first, to be on top. It's petrifying to think Molly has the evil twin side of the brain.

"It's not one big happy family." I told Molly. I tried to control my voice from yelling, which was what I really wanted to do right now. "~It's one big happy fake family~!"

Molly didn't react. "How charming. Really Annabeth, what was the point of the conversation we just had?"

I blinked. Had I really been talking to Molly about a whole bunch of irrelevant bullshit this whole time?

"Whatever." I snapped. "Just tell me why you told dad about my stupid fucking punishment that was so obviously set up by you? And how come you told mom I hit you? Because I didn't!"

Molly just gave me a dumb look. "You really want to know Annabeth?"

My jaw tightened. "It's what I wanted to know for years. Tell me."

The urgency to know why Molly loathed me over the years was frustrating in the first place, but I needed to know. It seems like I'm lingering on this for a bit too long, but I don't care. This constant battle between my twin sister and I has been eating up my insides, making me crazy by the day.

But was this a part of Molly's plan? Did she enjoy watching me go nuts while sitting on the sideline like I was her favorite show? If Molly even had a plan that would be brilliant. And if she wasn't doing shit in the first place, than that's some black magic shit going on there.

"Maybe you should start from the beginning." I offered kindly.

"Maybe." Molly said coldly. "But you're not worth the time Annabeth. Get out."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "The feelings mutual Molly. Now, do you have any pads?"

The truth is that I didn't want to be go to the store to be embarrassed in a million degree heat with the issue of my genitals. I was desperate for one lousy pad, and the tissue paper in my underwear started to get immensely uncomfortable. I just needed a fucking pad, why couldn't Molly just let me have that?

I stared at Molly and she stared right back. Neither of us blinked, and our silent staring contest would have to be broken sometime today.

Molly sighed. "Alright Annabeth. You win. My pads our under the sink, to the left."

And then she proceeded to pick up her headphones and shove them in her ears, like she couldn't be bothered with me anymore.

As I headed towards the bathroom I thought of how odd that conversation was. About how Molly just came right out and said she was a bitch. All along this little game she's been pulling has been true, and it's mostly because I let it happen.

I switched on the bathroom light, looking around to see if Molly's bathroom was any bigger than mine. It wasn't.

Huh. So maybe if dad was really playing favorites, wouldn't the star child have a much larger bathroom than her less-interesting sister? It was stupid of me to get worked up over something like bathroom size, but I wonder how many times Molly has caught dad doing something out of the usual. Like slipping up whenever he addressed one of us, because so far that's one of the only things I've noticed since I got here.

Molly's bathroom counter was filled with make-up, different hairbrushes, and hair straightener (to my horror) so it seems like she's already unpacked most of her stuff. As for me, I'm still having trouble adjusting to such a large area being in my domain. Unpacking was the least of my worries.

In this bathroom there were three sinks, just like mine, so I wasn't sure which one to look under for the pads. I suppose the first one? It would be stupid not to look in any of them.

I bent to open the cabinet to take a peek inside. In here was just a bottle of lotion and conditioner. Did she say the left? Did she mean the far left of the middle left? I slammed the cabinet, frustrated with Molly and her vague instructions.

I leaned out of the doorway of the bathroom.

"Molly."

She nodded her head to the music she was listening too, and I realized that right now I had the advantage of going through her stuff. One quick look around couldn't hurt, right?

It wasn't much to look through though, her makeup bags were littered across the floor and other toiletries that I didn't care for. I proceeded to open up cabinets and look for her pads, but they weren't anywhere in sight. Was she lying to me?

I started to grow irritated. I wasn't sure who it was with, Molly or my dad, but I couldn't stay here any longer. Maybe I was going crazy from hormones or something, but I've been pissed ever since I got here.

I took another look around the bathroom, opening Molly's cabinets again and shuffling threw all her stuff. Aha! The pads were hidden! How could I have been so stupid!

Molly was right, the pads were to the left, disguised by two large shampoo bottles. Of course.

I suppose she would mind if I took more than a few, but I didn't want to risk going to the store with my dad. I was already extremely embarrassed with Molly for outing me out like that... I could just stuff my underwear at night. Right?

In the end I ended up taking five of them from the package and storming out of Molly's room with a hefty glare in her direction. If she saw me take more than one of her pads, she didn't pursue me about it. I could care less.

What I did care about was our little talk. I'm not sure what to feel right now, and Molly seems to be on the road to being a manipulative wench who will take advantage of what's she's given to in the future. My only hope is that she'll crash and burn. And yeah, it is cruel, because she's my sister and all, but in reality she doesn't deserve any of it. The fame, or the fortune.

The only thing I could do was get in between it.

I decided to stay in my room for the majority of the afternoon. Since there was nothing better to do than have a dog snuggle up to you while catching up on the latest episode of Bob's Burgers on Netflix. What a life.

Rolf was a real comfort. I'm not usually a dog person, but I could chill with a dog. Piper has a huge Great Dane, and whenever I went over her house the thing would try and jump on my at every chance that it got. Rolf was a decent size. And the only decent thing around here.

Halfway through an episode I got bored, which wasn't like me since most of the time I'm bored I do things by myself. I could read, but the only books I brought were suddenly uninteresting to me at the moment. So now what? Walk around and hope that someone would pop up and ask me for a play date? I suppose I could do a lot, since this was L.A. and possibilities were endless, but I couldn't drive, and I didn't have any friends. Likewise, Molly would laugh right in my face if I asked if she would like to do something with me. Yeah, no friends.

Speaking of Molly, I had no idea how to come between Molly and her career. Sure it's diabolical and being her sister I should support her all the way threw, but right now I was leaning toward the revenge side of things. And that I wasn't good at.

I could talk to Piper about Molly, but she hasn't talked to me since I first arrived in L.A. I guess she's having a blast with Jason, going to parties that I was too much of a push over to go to.

Suddenly my phone buzzed, and Rolf looked up from where he was resting on my ottoman. Is that Piper texting me?

I leapt off my bed to grab the phone, and to my surprise, it was someone that I was never expecting.

Thalia: Come over.

So a minor cliff hanger. Too predictable? Bleh. I haven't caught up on this in a while, so for the small number of people who actually enjoy this story, here's the latest chapter. And not to sound desperate but... Review Please?