HHHHHEEEEEYYYYYY! ITTT"""SSSSS MMMMEEEEE! With an update! I know, I wasn't planning on updating until like November so I could get used to my new school, but I finished all my homework in Study Hall one day and had like 20 minutes left, so I started to write this chapter. Then I finished it like two weeks later (TODAY!) during FRAD after they had us completely redo our lockers. (I DON'T WANT MY TEXTBOOKS ON THE TOP AND BINDERS/NOTEBOOKS ON THE BOTTOM!) So, yeah. (BTW, Giuliette, Cava didn't tell me if he was signing up yet)

Here we go! I hope this line works we shall see. But if it doesn't I am ending my AN...NOW!

Zoe's POV

That actually went a lot better than I thought. But, you know, we are stuck up here. Guess its not a total loss. This place is totally awesome.

(AN. One sec. Have to turn on light... And pick up fallen binder holding the story... Ok. Here we go)

I hear my brother's girlfriend designed it. Anyway. I think everyone's suspecting foul play with our capture here. But, what would someone have to gain by having everyone stay on Olympus? I mean, the gods still control everything, no one can get into camp. It seems as if nothing will go wrong. Ehh. I'll let the gods stress about it. I just want to relax in whatever room I get.

*2 Hours Later*

I guess being in hiding and having no one know anything about you can lead to having Aphrodite decorate your room. Apparently she thought Nico and I were the cutest thing since "Percabeth". Whatever that is.

Anyway. My room. Was. Pink. Everything. It had fluffy powderpuff pink carpeting. A raspberry pink heart rug inside the door. The window was somehow looking over the Eiffel Tower. In FRANCE! The dresser was white with red drawers. I know what you're thinking. That's not pink. Really? Red plus white equals pink. Simple color math. Facing the window was a so-light-almost-white pink love seat. I was going to puke. I. Hate. Pink. As you can tell. The bed. Oh the bed. It was awful. King sized. Really soft, though that wasn't the bad part. The sheets. Different shades of pink, all mixed together in a heart covered tie dye. It was gross. In addition, next to the admittally awesome and huge flat screen TV(Which was white. Well, more like cream), was one of those mirrors that you see in like Broadway dressing rooms. The ones with the lights circling the mirror, a little table in front of it and a small fluffy bench. But on top of it was most likely every cosmetic, perfume and hair product known to man, and probably some known only to dolphin. (AN I had to)

Well, that's a waste. I never use that stuff. I thought to myself. Well, of course to myself. Who else would I be talking to?

You could be talking to me.

Shut up. Now is not the time to be talking to the voices in my head.

Alright. But I will be back to drive you insane.

Haven't I already become insane. I am hearing you...

Well, yeah! But I will make you even MORE insane.

Whatever.

After having that interesting conversation with the voices in my head, I noticed that it was getting really late. I was also realllly tired. So I jumped into the horrid colored bedd and went to sleep hoping I wouldn't have a nightmare for once.

But of course I was wrong.

AN

So, I am really sorry that this chapter was so short and pathetic. One page. WITH the beginning AN. I feel like a disappointment. Ehh. I'll get over it. So. Did you guys like my awkward high school ramblings. The things that come to my mind between classes. Well, I don't actually have anytime between classes to have things come to my mind. I am usually running up or down the stairs or halls. There are tooooo many stairs in my new school. And too much geometry HW. But. I am surviving. At least I am not in Honors. People are transferring out of that class. It was awkward for people in my homeroom to transfer out, because the Honors geometry teacher is our Homeroom teacher. Anyway, you guys don't care about how tiring it is to walk up 6 flights of stairs with a twenty pound backpack (No. I am not being dramatic. I measured it. 22 pounds.) after running a quarter mile and then playing soccer in 90 degree weather. So. I am going to leave you here. Farewell!