ok, 1st things 1st. heres the list. i got 3 (yes, 3! im so excited!) new reviews, so thx so much!
humdedum
twilightsaga1918
Abigail Thalia La Rue
xXPercidiaJacksonXx
jules critic
Draco-Hermy
djgirl911
DaughterOfHermesWatchUrWallet
TheEvilSmileyFace
kelly1994
the following ppl favorited my story:
xXPercidiaJacksonXx
kelly1994
djgirl911
the following ppl favorited ME!:
xXPercidiaJacksonXx
and, of course, poseidon'sgirl, who has continued 2 message me. thx so much, poseidon'sgirl!
and, naturally, id like 2 thank all of u guys, weather u reviewed, favorited my story/me, messaged me or not! im just happy that its getting read and liked (i seriously never expected this 2 happen)
oh, and if ur 1 of those freaks who likes 2 know the ending, message me and ill let u know. u just gotta internet pinky swear that u wont tell anybody who doesnt wanna know. ill tell u what ive planned, which isnt much. bcuz honestly, stories write themselves. i know the basics, but thats it. u can message me on here or u can message me on my facebook, which is .?id=100001605039636 its about a week old, so i obviously need friends! id be delighted if u guys sent me a friend request (u should add that ur a fan, tho, otherwise ill be like, "AHHHHH CREEPER!"). since i dont have very many "fans", i treat them more like friends than fans, so feel free 2 talk 2 message me!
as i said in the previous chapter, i do NOT demand messages or reviews. they make me happy and they motivate me, and ill say that ill almost certainly start writing the next chapter after recieving a message (honestly, the reviews r what made me start writing again. i also recieved an email telling me that somebody favorited my story. i dont check my email much, so i was lucky enough 2 log in at the right time haha. i thought, "wow, ppl like my story! i guess i better keep writing!"). so i wont ask 4 messages or reviews or anything, but ill tell u that i love getting both, and i update quicker that way. also, i put a chapter up immediately after writing it, so i dont have any new chapters floating around on my computer. i know some authors do that, but i never do it.
thx again 4 reading my story and tolerating me!
love,
ur pathetic author,tatiana
p.s: theres a flashback in this chapter. itll be in italics. i wont lable it "flashback" bcuz i think that that makes stories tacky. i want it 2 be as much like a real book as i can make it (aside from these rly long A/Ns, of course haha), and i have yet 2 c any flashback labled "flashback" in any books ive read. ull be able 2 tell that its a flashback bcuz itll be rly long and in italics.
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Twelve Years And Nine Months Later
"Mom, I'm home," Percy called to me as I heard the front door of our apartment shut. He walked up to me I smiled at him over my shoulder, and turned back to the stove.
"How was school?" I asked him.
"I think my dyslexia is getting worse," He said with a sigh.
"It'll get better. I promise,"
He sighed again. "You always say that, Mom"
"That's because it's true," I told him, sprinkling pepper into the pot of noodles.
"Yeah, okay," He told me. I could almost hear the grin in his voice.
He had become so much like his father. Nearly thirteen years since I had last seen him, and I still thought about him every day. I'm a strange woman, I suppose. Or maybe I'm a normal woman.
As for Percy... People never even suspected that I'm his mother. He was literally a twelve-year-old version of his father. Same personality, same mischivous grin that made it seem like he was up to something whenever it flashed across his face. Even their hair was exactly the same colour. The only feature of mine he's always had is my hazel eyes.
My thoughts were cut off when Gabe's booming voice cut through my ears. "Sally! Where the hell is my beer?" He demanded from the couch.
I rolled my eyes, and Percy groaned.
Percy never liked Gabe. He had scowled throughout the entire wedding. And what a disastorous wedding it was.
I walked down the isle, thinking to myself, Now, Sally, this is for Percy. That should've helped me. It didn't. Not only had my love for Poseidon grown stronger over the years, Gabe was just plain repulsive. With his 42-year-old graying hair and beer belly, he was short and stubby. A truly ugly man. His stench was so strong, though, that it kept Percy safe from the so-called Mythological monsters persuing him.
Upon finally reaching the alter, I ignored the preacher's ramblings as well as Gabe's greedy staring at my breats.
I eventually heard the preacher say, "you may now kiss the bride". Now, let me tell you, the thought of kissing Gabe had been making me feel sick all morning. Now that it was actually here, I totally lost it. Just as his greasy lips were about to touch mine, I vomited.
Percy rushed over to me immediately, pushing Gabe aside. "Mom! Are you okay?"
"Yes, Percy, I'm fine." I told him gently. Gabe turned away and stalked off angrily to the reception room.
The doctors had told Gabe, to his fury, that he would have to wait for the "wedding night activities".
Remarkably, and I don't know how it happened or why he stayed with me (probably so I could be his servant), but I've gotten away with vomiting every time he tries something. Unrealistic? Yes, I'm quite aware of that, but it's true. I suppose I was in lucky, because Gabe refused to do anything, after awhile, with a "sickly woman", as he put it. I'm immensely greatful for this.
I swiftly grabbed a can of beer out of the fridge, and handed it to him, all the while, he stared at what little cleavage my shirt. Well, just because he doesn't try anything anymore, doesn't mean he ins't going to look, I suppose, I thought to myself.
"Good, now finish cookin' me dinner," He demanded. I nodded, and went back to the pasta.
Percy followed. "Seriously, Mom? Why do you stay with that guy?" Percy exclaimed.
"Percy..."
"No, really. I mean, he's... just plain obnoxious!"
I sighed. "Yes, well... I hate to say it, but he's done things for us that you aren't aware of. I promise you, though, that you'll understand them someday," I told him.
He groaned. Well, I thought to myself, I guess it'll be awhile longer before that happens.
