Meneh meneh meneh meneh NEPTUNE!
Holly Smokes I am too excited for this, my heart wiht pop out of my chest anytime! (so if chapter 8 never comes... It was nice knowing all of you).
I'm wearing orange, jeans and that horrible Camp necklace I made myself with the beads looking horible. Oh well who cares about my failures at clay painting- SON OF NEPTUNE!
Anyways for the next few days my brain will be flipping back and forth like bacon in a pan (very nice, is it not?), so I've decided to post now to honour the book, and to keep you guys going until further notice.
Sorry if the revision sucks, as I've said multiple times; I. Am. Very. Excited. (!)
7
No Stealing
It was free period.
Travis was really frustrated with this whole 'good' thing, and he really felt like hurting someone or something. He decided to go for something because he figured nobody would appreciate it if he started a flash-mob. Shooting sticks with pointy bits seemed like a good way to cause pain to inanimate material, so he went to the archery range, where a bunch of Apollo kids were hanging out.
Travis pulled back on the string and he jerked his bow upwards (but not on purpose) when he recognised some voices. It went shooting straight up.
"Heads up!" Will Solace yelled. Everyone scrambled and Travis' arrow ended up planting itself mid-way between him and the target, but Travis was paying attention to the two voices coming- alias Katie and Annabeth (although he didn't care about Annabeth and even if he did, Percy would kill him).
"Sorry folks!" Travis said to the other people who'd come. The Apollo kids were looking at him like 'amateur' and shooting 3 arrows at a time in bulls-eye, just to make Travis feel self-conscience.
The archery skills weren't why.
"Nice shot, Travis." Annabeth called.
Nice boyfriend, guess we both have something to work on.
No. Rudeness was bad. Rudeness was bad.
A small part of him just died.
Maybe he should start yoga. It might help. He'd ask Chiron if camp would invest in a Wii and a Wii Fit board later, and if he said no then he could just- no, not even, he couldn't just steal one now.
He was good. Zen. Calm. In tune with the inner holiness. That's why he needed the Wii Fit yoga in the first place.
They walked past right behind him, and Travis heard the sound of something very small hitting the earth, with ears as sharp as the arrow he'd nearly killed someone with.
He waited for Katie and Annabeth (but who cared about Annabeth) to walk away before turning around and looking for what'd been dropped.
It was the stupid little owl with freakish glasses thing that Percy had bugged him about. Annabeth must've dropped it. It was made out of actual celestial bronze, and he wasn't sure if the silver was actually silver or not… Either way, he knew a guy who'd buy this off of-
NO!
Travis Stoll, shut up! Your inner brain was trying to scrunch up and catch fire to all possible relationships with Katie Gardner with its constant improperness or whatever it was that made him not-good! Bad, Travis, bad!
He bent and picked it up.
"Hey Annabeth," he said. Both girls spun around, looking surprise. Travis' jaw was locked together. Common, that guy would pay him good drachmas…
"You, umm, dropped this." Travis said. He tossed it at her and she caught it.
"Wow, thank you Travis." She said. She tied it back around her neck, and they both carried on.
It was at times like this that Travis sort-of wished he was working at the camp store because the counter there was a great thing to slam your head on in frustration after you've just broken one of your most golden rules- Thou shall steal as much as thou want.
"Wow, I can't believe it," Annabeth said. "He really wants to impress you Kates."
"I guess… Polite is one thing, but no stealing?"
"You impressed yet?"
"Summer's not over," Katie said.