Have you ever written a story, had it all planned out, and then when it's finally typing time, all of it practically goes in the toilet? This chapter is exactly that. Enjoy, suckaz!

The next morning, I woke up groggy and irritable. If I had been in another state, the day might have turned out differently. We were camped about 20 feet from a field of poppies.

I found Evalyn by a fire, humming "Moves like Jagger" while roasting what looked like an eyeball. Grover and Percy were sitting next to Ev, wide-eyed.

"Wow. So that's how the middle finger became a rude gesture!" Percy screamed. Evalyn nodded, still humming. Then, Clarisse and Tyson arrived from I guess hunting, and Clarisse dropped a sack full of frogs in my lap.

"Salut, mesamis. Bon appétit," Clarisse said. it sounded more like she said Seleh mis amis. Bahn appéteet. Great. Our breakfast was squirrel eyes and frogs. I'm not kidding. So I decided to skip breakfast.

Clarisse noted, and she stood up, miffed that I didn't eat what it took soooo long to catch, and said, "I'll go scouting ahead. Anyone comin'?"

3 hands went up: Percy, Tyson, and Grover's.

"Let's go then," Clarisse said. Then she turned to me and Ev and said coyly, "Don't do anything naughty while I'm gone, 'kay girls?" Our faces must've been good, because Clarisse snorted and left. Man, I would've given anything to stuff toasted frog down her throat.

As soon as they were football field distance from us, I spoke.

"I know your secret," I said conversationally. Short, sweet, and straight to the point. Evalyn stopped chewing for a second, and then continued.

"How?" she asked. Got her! "It's pretty obvious," I said. You're a bad guy. "Who else has your problem?" I asked. She looked like I just asked her to marry me.

"Problem? Ok, well, the whole Athena cabin. Even you know that," she said.

What? "No frickin' way! Th-the... Athena... cabin..." I couldn't finish the sentence. The whole Athena cabin in it with her? No! Impossible!

"Yes way," Evalyn said in a sing-song voice. "Even you know that, bud. You've known Annabeth for, like, what, 8 years? And you say-"

"Shut up!" I screamed at her. "You don't know her like I do! Annabeth would never kill me!"

Evalyn's face was the dictionary picture for confused. Then her confused face turned angry, and she bared her canines. Jeez, cliché much?

"You idiot! You got me all confused! I thought that-"

"SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!" I screamed so loud, even I was taken aback. "Annabeth would never kill me, not even fo-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence, because Evalyn had slammed her hand on my mouth, making my face sting, and then pushed me up against a tree. Funny when your pubescent mind seems to think wrong at very inappropriate times.

"Thalia, listen to me! That's why the gods gave us TWO EARS and ONE MOUTH! I thought that..." and that's where I stopped listening. I couldn't listen to her lies. I was incredibly furious with myself for trusting Evalyn, for thinking she was really my friend. I thought that, after this, if I'm still alive, I will never talk to her again. Evalyn was shaking me, which brought me back to real life. I'm sorry, but did she just grow, like, 3 feet taller?

"...ain't even listening to me, are you? Gods, Thalia, you are so full of it! Why the hell would you think that I would want to kill you!"

I forced a smile. "Just leave now, Evalyn, while I still have self-control over myself." But by the looks of it, Evalyn was the one who needed self-control 101, since the grass around us was shriveling. Oh, yeah, she's a daughter of Hades! *mental slap*

Evalyn looked at my eyes, as if maybe she thinks I'm not the real Thalia.

"You hate me," she finally noticed. Let's face it. She's as about intelligent as a rubber band.

"I do indeed. Like a zit." See? I am like freakin' Oprah when it comes to people's feelings!

"Fine," she said, releasing the grip of my sleeve. I threw the rubber band/bow she gave me into the ground before she left. She turned on her heel and left. I will admit, I was sorta proud of her. She did all that without saying a major cliché. World record for her.

Aaaaaand then she turned around. Of course. She forgot to say her cliché. "And don't think this is over. You'll see me soon. Oh, yes, very, very soon." She smiled crookedly. Cliché one. "You just made the biggest mistake of your pathetic, miserable life!" she screamed above her shoulder. Cliché two. "Compared to me, Clarisse is a dandelion, Kronos is a kitten, and Gaea is an insignificant piece of dirt!" Wow. Three clichés in a row.

She took out her sword and slashed at the nearest tree, or should I call it paper now? She left a path of dead grass, squirrels, trees, you name it.

When Clarisse and the crew arrived, they looked around, searching for Evalyn.

"Where's Ev?" Percy asked.

"She decided to leave us. Now, are we headed towards the castle or not?"

Clarisse must have noticed something was wrong.

"It's straight ahead, that way. Maybe we should wait for Evalyn to-"

"No! No, she won't be accompanying us anymore. She, uh, had some business to, uh, attend to."

As soon as I finished my sentence, poof! Rachel frickin Elizabeth Dare was standing before me, in all her redhead-ness.

"Finally, you got rid of her! Big mistake, Gothy!" she said, and a bunch of harpies began to pick us up. Oh, no. Heights!

"To my lair, my pretties!" Rachel cackled.

Man, Rachel's place smelled like monkey doo. It was in a far off place, but I can't really tell you where, since I had my eyes closed the whole time. They chained me to a wall, by my wrists and ankles, where I finally realized: I was a pretty darn big mistake to have let Evalyn go. And now, I might pay the consequences. I'm SO screwed.

THE END OF WIZARD OF OZLYMPUS, PART ONE!