Heh, heh. I'm evil!
"What!" Andra shook Jennifer back and forth, screaming in her face. "Why would you do that!" Romella and Philyra broke from their state of shock, started throwing complaints at their manger.
"Girls stop this foolishness!" Jennifer looked at them like she was just about ready to launch a grenade. "This is for your career, you are pop stars, nothing more, nothing less, you are entertainment for the media, do you know how many records we can sale, we're killing two birds with one stone! Now go right some new songs!" She stormed off while the three girls stomped up the stairs and into their rooms.
Piper immediately jumped on her bed and laid there for a while, she examined her brown and white room with stubble hints of blue-green Cherokee feathers here and there. The curtains were lined with beads made from rocks and shells, forming a dream catcher pattern just like her Grandpa Tom showed her how to do. There wasn't much furniture in her room, just a bed, desk, dresser, private bathroom and her dagger Katoptris she got from her father when he was on set. It was made of real material that changed from silver to bronze and Grandpa Tom helped sharpen it so it could have a use instead of just hanging there on a shelf as a silly decoration, but since she lived in California that's exactly what it did. After looking at everything more than twice, she picked up her leather-bound song writing book and started jotting down lyrics...
Reyna sat down at her desk and began to flip her pen between her fingers like a baton twirler. Even though she was a singer she still had to run her family business which made and sold weapons to the US Army. In order to get out of the office and become a star, she had to call a vacation for two years and her older sister Hylla had to run but that didn't mean that she got out of her work. "What am I going to do?" Reyna whispered to herself. "My break ends in eight mouths and if I ask for more time my mother would think I'm just trying to ovoid the family." She sighed continuing to scribble numbers on to the paper before putting it all in an envelope...
Annabeth curled herself in her blankets, her head under her pillow. She always like that Seaweed Brain, just never knew until she saw year an hour ago. She got out her Jane Austen collection, felling different she took out Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. She was just about to start the twenty-eight chapter when the door swung open and not even looking at the person she knew it was Jennifer because of her squeaky heels.
"Andra." She said with her usually strict and hollow voice. "I don't know what's going on, but I thought of something that I'm sure will help. I got you a body guard." Annabeth turned her head to she a tall, athletic looking girl about five or so years older than herself. She a wore an expression on her face that look like she could stomp on anyone. Her silver and black clothes, brought out her bold blue eyes partly covered because of her raven black locks.
"Thalia Grace at your service." The girl muttered. Annabeth gulped the extra large lump in her throat.
"A-Andra." Annabeth spluttered. Oh gods, Jennifer, you are so so fired.