Please hold while the author jumps around, claps, shouts, and does other cliche happy-dance stuff.
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Okay, I think I'm good.
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHH!
Nope. Aparently not. Oh well!
I'm just so HAPPY about what I came home to after my swim meet! 4 more reviews and 2 new followers!
Now, you experienced fanfic writers are probs like 'Calm down, chick. It ain't that big of a deal."
BUT I DON'T CARE!
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VIRTUAL HUG TIME!
Sending to: complicated-little-jellie (follower), gamerkid137 (follower), pandastyle (for reviewing again! :D ), plastic77...
Did I forget anyone? My phones acting jacked so my email ain't working, and that was how I knew who reviewed when, cuz my unread ones were new obvi. Finding the new peeps is harder on the website. If I forgot you...TELL ME! YOU NEED A VIRTUAL HUG!
Replies to reviews:
plastic77: Thank you! And, obviously, I intend to. ;) Thanks for reviewing!
Avian Olympian: EXACTLY! *Spoiler alert!*Ari came back and by this point I'm like "Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Redundant much?" And Star and Kate, that was out of no where. There were no previous clues. I feel like it was just Patterson's way of shooting down Fang's Gang. Thanks for reviewing (obviously, I love talking about books!)
pandastyle: Ah! You were a great pleasure to hear from again! I really thought you wouldn't read it and I was EXTREMELY pleasantly surprised that you did! :D Hearing (reading) that you became addicted to this and went around telling your friends about it, even the ones who didn't care, made me CRAZY happy! And I didn't mind the mini-flame last time. I expected to get much more crap Percabeth-killing, and honestly, I was too pumped about the review to care about the mini-flame. :) And calling me a talented story teller? BEST compliment you can give an aspiring author! You don't understand the joy that gave me! And life in Elysium? Sure. :) I need a wee bit of time to play around the idea in my mind, get a general picture, but I think I've pretty much got it. :) I'll try to type it up after I finish chapter ten of this tomorrow. Check on it tomorrow or the day after. It should be up. :)
Again, if I missed you, LET ME KNOW!
Anyhoo, I know this chapter was shorter, but I actually had this, and what has become chapter ten as one chapter, but then I realized it would be MONSTROUSLY large. Like, seriously. So while this one is shorter, the next one is gonna be long. :) Then I'm planning on bringing ACTION into chapter eleven. :) I like to pre-plan my stories. :) Chapter ten should be up tomorrow.
Okay, guys. Read on and REVIEW! DON'T YOU WANT VIRTUAL HUGS?!
Song: Remember the Name by Fort Minor
One of THE best songs to get you pumped up for a sport:
This is ten percent luck
Twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure
Fifty percent pain
One hundred percent reason to remember the name
BEST song for swim.
Anyhoo, read on.
:)
Disclaimer: Shit...so my latest stealing-the-Percy-Jackson-copyright-plan failed. I'll keep you guys posted.
READ!
'Think Poseidon, think Poseidon, think Poseidon.' This had become somewhat a mantra of mine for a while in the days after Zack and I's little outing. But then I noticed the water bubbler by my locker had started making odd noises, as if the water was trying to escape. I decided that 'thinking Poseidon' might not help me blend in if the water in the school came flying out of the pipes.
First hour had swiftly become my naptime. Zack, as loyal as I suspected, would kick my foot to wake me if the teacher started calling people out or asking questions. At least that way I could pretend like I just didn't understand, instead of 'Yeah, you kinda interrupted my nap, so I don't have a clue what you're talking about, nor do I care for that matter.'
Second hour became a recovery hour from my nap. I mostly just stood to the side as Ashley took the reins, occasionally telling me to get something out, or do REALLY minor jobs when the teacher walked by, probably more worried about her grade than my own.
Chemistry, well, Chemistry was that. It was a class I had to at least TRY to pay attention. But the teacher spoke too fast for me to catch on, and I couldn't really read the written instructions very well. I'd start squinting at the board, to decipher it, and the kid next to me would look at me, as if to ask 'Are you high?' That put an end to my effort, mostly. So, mainly, Chemistry became 'Let's see what this does!'
English, read above: Algebra II.
World history was...well, besides Art, it was probably gonna be one of my best classes, my mom loved to talk about this stuff, second to Architecture of course. But I had to resist the urge to raise my hand and be like 'Um, yeah, World War II, yeah, that was caused by demigods.'
Lunch had slowly become more enjoyable. I was comfortable with Zack, and Lexi and Alex seemed very open and friendly. While Lexi's desire to wear pink disturbed me, she seemed to be a girl who could handle herself. Alex just had a good sense of humor, causing me to snort with milk in my mouth several times.
Kara was...Kara. She would actually speak at lunch at least, but it was always pointed. She made it as obvious as possible she was talking to the other three. I didn't care. I ignored her just like I did my English teacher.
Art class I enjoyed. The teacher was very easy going. Often giving us a basic outline of something to draw, but mostly draw whatever. One day, I found myself drawing my parents. It was all regular pencil, except for their eyes. I made my mothers eyes a silvery color so they would show. I had my mom standing in front of my dad. She was looking up at him, and he was looking down at her. It took some time and a lot of erasing, but I think I was able to somewhat capture that look of complete adoration. It was so hard to reproduce. It was one of the things I missed most about them.
Gym was also enjoyable. We had moved on to softball/baseball. Originally, the teacher split it up boys/girls, but he noticed quickly that the other girls were not on my level. I was then moved to the guys team. I was one of their best players.
Study hall was...interesting. Zack and I would try to work on homework together, neither of us openly admitting to dyslexia, but both knowing the other had it.
Detentions...well, read above: English. Except the only thing that woke me was the teacher announcing it was time to leave. Apparently he didn't want to be there any more than me or the other 'delinquents', so he didn't care if we slept.
Thursday lunch, Lexi had some news.
"Zack is throwing a party tomorrow!"
I had asked, "He is?" the same time Zack asked, "I am?"
I looked at him and laughed. "I thought you didn't know many people?" I said, referencing to what he had told me in the store two days ago.
"I don't," he replied truthfully. "But apparently Lexi does."
"Of course I do!" She snapped. "And you said your mom's gonna be out of town this weekend?"
"Um...yeah."
"Good, I've already emailed most of the school."
I was completely and utterly out of my element. Parties? The closest I've had to a party was my middle school graduation. Five minutes after I was given my 'diploma', I was attacked by monsters. 'Cuz this is MY life we're talking about.
"Lexi, how exactly do you plan on throwing this party?" Kara asked tentatively.
Lexi waved her worry off. "Pa-lease. I got this handled." SHe turned to Alex and batted her eyelashes "You wouldn't mind picking up some snacks for tomorrow, would you?"
He narrowed his eyes. "Fine."
Lexi clapped her hands. "Goody. Also Alex, bring your boombox, yeah? You know you have the best one! It was fantastic to the major last time."
"Yeah, yeah." Was his only reply, looking annoyed with Lexi, though his tone was light. "How do you intend me to carry all this? I don't own my own car."
"Lena does, right?"
My head snapped up from where I had been previously looking down at my food, barely listening. "Say, what?"
"You can pick Alex up right?"
"You don't have a car?" I asked, my pitch slightly higher than typical.
She scoffed. "Pa-lease. This is NYC, barely anyone owns a car. But you're not from New York, so you don't have to listen to that rule. So you can pick Alex up right?"
"Uh..." I said, seeing Lexi's expecting gaze I felt trapped. "Uh, sure?" I turned to Alex. "Um, where do you live?"
I'll write it down for you after lunch."
"Okay." I said. And I did not miss that, since I was Alex's ride, I was expected to attend this 'party'.
FML.