Disclaimer: PJO is not mine yet, but I plan on buying it for 32 cents, a paperclip and a Bazooka Bubblegum wrapper! Wish me luck!

AN: Like I said, I will try my hardest to update faster.

Nico POV:

Really? I mean, are you kidding me? I work my butt of fighting monsters, I bite back an insult whenever Persephone talks. I work hard. And what do I get? Hm? Oh, yeah, I remember. A pat on the back and another command.

"Knock knock knock!" I look up at the door.

"Yeah?"

"Nico, it's me, let me in!" a girly voice snapped.

"Fine, whatever." I grumbled, too tired to really care who it is.

I should have known. It was Sophia. She put on her most sympathetic face, which looked like a hybrid cross between a puppy and a water lily or whatever.

"Listen, Nico." Sophia started, with a totally fake Miss America voice. "I know, I know. You're spiraling into a deep depression filled with agony, pain and jealousy."

"Wait, what!" I exclaimed. What the heck! Since when was she Dr. Phil? Besides, she isn't even right!

"I said-I know you are spirali-" She started again.

"No, no. I heard you the first time!" I didn't want to hear that speck again. "I mean, what makes you think that?"

"Well, it's obvious isn't it?" She rolled her eyes at me as if I were the dumbest kid she's met. "Ever since I showed up, you have been shoved out of the spotlight by my good looks, charms, brains, strength, flexibility, athletics, and well, much, much more."

"You forgot to mention how humble you are." I nearly missed the pillow she threw at me.

"That too, I guess. But anyways, with me as the star, all you can do is mope around, out of sight. You are quickly falling into a dark abyss of torment and hatred and-"

"Whoa, whoa whoa. I'm gonna have to stop you right there." I interrupted. "First, I never have been in the spotlight. Second, I'm exhausted from all the shadow-traveling, so I'm sleepin, not moping." Sophia sighed.

"They always find excuses."

I was about to kick her out of my room. Literally. But just them, I heard a call.

"Hey, Sophia, dear!" Persephone called. Dear? Siriusly? Dear? Sophia must have brainwashed her.

"Goodbye!" Sophia called as she left my room.

"And good riddance." I muttered under my breath.

The bruise where she kicked me in the shin still hurts.

So, how was it? Again, I'll try to update more often, so for now,

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