The Numbers
"Hey, I just entered the lottery! Isn't that cool?" It's Percy. There's cheering in the background, and faintly an announcer is talking quickly about soccer plays.
"Oh, yay. What numbers did you play?" Annabeth, sounding bored.
"Uhh… 4, 8, 16, 23, 42–" A sharp gasp, from behind the camera, interrupts him.
"NOT THOSE NUMBERS!"
"Uhh, what are you talking about, Grover?"
"Those numbers are cursed!"
Silence for a few moments.
"Um, how do you know they're cursed, Grover?" Annabeth, speaking slowly.
"I can't tell youuuuuuuu!" Grover's voice trails off, his voice getting farther and farther away from the camera.
"Okay. I've seen Grover be pretty weird, but never as weird to yell about cursed numbers then throw a camera at me…" Percy mutters.
If any of you know what the heck just went on there, I congratulate you, both on getting it and your good taste in TV shows.