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Disclaimer- Uhhh. Do I really have to do one? -Yes- Whoa, who said that? –Your conscience. Who else, Hellgirl? - Ahhhh! Thalia? -Yea, retardo! - Uhhh. Ok. Just stop pointing that at me. Umm, I...do not own…*gulp* Percy Jackson? -Why did you just ask that? Of course you don't own them! Sorry folks, she doesn't own PJO. Right?- Uhhh, yes, master! - Much better-

Thalia's P.O.V.

That night after my reunion with Evalyn, we camped out next to an abandoned barn. Evalyn, see, always has a bag stuffed with things just in case she ever needs it, like now. It's one of those that the straps are more like strings or something. Right now, she was opening her bag to get some Pinguinos, something that Evalyn says Mexicans eat. It looks like a cupcake made out of chocolate. It's delish. When she opened her bag thingy, it screamed.

"Ahhhhhh! Please! Can you let me free now? I've been a good baggie, like you told me to," it said.

"Mmmm, I don't think so, Chauncey. See, I like you on my back, so you're gonna stay there. Kay?"Evalyn said.

In case you're wondering why on Earth Evalyn is having a conversation with a bag, let me tell you the short version. Once upon a time, there was an idiot half-blood. His name was Chauncey Homan, and he was the son of Hermes. He snuck in Olympus. He totally tried to steal Aphrodite's Gucci bag, and was caught by the Ladyship herself. She turned his body into a bag, and his soul was to be trapped there until the owner let him free. And now, Evalyn has Chauncey, meaning he ain't ever going to be free in this life time. 16-year old daughters of Hades really can find use for those things.

"Aw, man!" Chauncey said. Evalyn smiled at me, like talking to the bag was the most normal thing in the world.

"Hey, Thalia, you should totally get closer to the fire." She grinned at me. That is not a good thing.

"Why? I'm not cold." I responded.

"Because, you're so white, it's like you glow in the dark. Seriously, I bet the fire can give you a tan, you're so white!" She said, still wearing that grin that makes me want to send her to her hometown, The Underworld. I turned away from her.

I muttered "Fagbag." Then I looked over my shoulder to see her expression. It was not one I expected.

She had a big, big grin on her face. "Whoa, Thalia, what'd you call me? A what?"

"You heard me. I called you a fagbag." I turned back around.

"A what?"

"A fagbag."

"A what again?"

"A fagbag."

"You're a what?"

"A fagbag." It took me, like, a split second to realize what I had just said. I turned back to look at her. She was holding a laugh, I know it. You could tell by the way her cheeks were sort of puffed out. She was waiting for me to laugh, so that it gives her permission to laugh. I did, so she did. And once she did, it just made me laugh harder. You might be thinking, "Hey, that isn't so funny," but, well, that just means you either don't know what a fagbag is, or you have no humor and therefore you have no life.

Once we stopped laughing, because it started to hurt a bit, we settled down. Evalyn got a nice spot in a patch of grass next to the barn door, and I got the crappy spot next to the cattle pen. It may be abandoned by people, but the smell never did.

A few hours later, I was still not asleep. I just wanted to go and find the Castle of Ozlympus already and leave. I rolled over, which just made everything worse, because there was a pebble there, and it jabbed my side. So I gave up trying to sleep. I looked over at Evalyn. She was sleep-talking, something about Justin Bieber running after her, singing "Baby" while doing it. I can't blame her. Both of us really hate JB.

I got bored after awhile, and then I had an idea. It was payback for making me call myself a fagbag. Wow, that's a sentence I never thought I'd say in a million years. I sneaked over to Evalyn, and stood just behind her. I did that because Evalyn trained herself to choke anyone who stands near her in her sleep. What a weirdo, huh? Plus, I don't want to be standing in front of her after what I'm about to do to her.

I grinned. Then, I got on one knee, made loud barking sounds, and jabbed my index fingers into her sides. Oh, yes, I got the results I wanted.

Her eyes flew open and she jumped up. From my angle, it looked like she did The Jerk in the air. You know, like The Jerk as in the song from New Boyz? I swear, I should have had a camera and recorded that and put it on YouTube. I'd call it "The Jerk in The Air." Anyway, she shrieked in her own way, which means it sounded less girly and more angry. Hey, it was worth it.

When she realized it was me, she calmed down enough to look the color of baloney, not the color of blood. She opened her mouth, probably to say something, except that she shut it and pointed behind me. I turned, and saw something coming towards me. It looked like a zombie; by the way it was walking, of course. My first thought: Omigods, it's gonna suck my frickin' brains out! Then I saw two huge shadows appear behind Evalyn, but I didn't worry. I know what they are. She jumped into the air, and flew over to the….. zombie or whatever. Then, the zombie-thing screamed "No! No! I mean no harm!"

Evalyn landed on the ground….gracefully, of course. Because she is Evalyn. She folded her golden-brown wingsbehind her back and growled out "Who or what are you? If you don't answer, I swear on the River Styx I will fly you over to the nearest river and drown you and I WILL enjoy it."

"But girls, don't you recognize me?" said the thing. I looked over at Evalyn. She looked as confused as I was. I walked slowly towards it, but Evalyn stopped me. "You don't even know if it's a trap." But I ignored her, because I swear I recognized that voice. I walked over to it, and realized it was a scarecrow. Of course. I reached out to touch the scarecrow. Then, it spoke.

"Hey, Thalia."

"Hey, Percy"

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