Guuuys, I'm getting braces tomorrow and that not good. But after I'm getting waffles if my dad takes me. Long time no see, yeah yeah. It's been busy. I've got three more people to do. Should I finish with Percy or the Stolls? Also I have no idea how I'll finish this. Probably along the lines of 'And he was soaked. Oh well. The end' and that's it.

Hope you all have a better day tomorrow than I do as some middle aged man pokes around in my mouth and inserts pieces of wires as I try not to say asshole-like sarcastic things. I tried that last week. He didn't get it.

Bye.

Fez.

Hermes smiled ,harassed, at the camera.

"Hey, Camp Half-Blood, the rest of the world. Someone… nominated me. So I'll do it." He ran a hand through his hair, smiling, stressed.

"Hermesss you appointment isss cancelled."

"Can I have a rat now pleassse?"

Hermes visibly relaxed. He huffed out a breath and smiled again.

"No, George." He said looking off screen for a second.

"You're a god, I'm pretty ssure you can make a simple rat." George snarked.

Hermes grinned happily. "Time for phone time!" he said brightly and clicked his fingers. A puff of green smoke drifted onto the screen, Hermes looked at it sideways, his grin still stretched across his face.

"Right, so thanks to who ever nominated me. I'm not going to nominate anyone as you've all probably done it. ALS you have $1001 pounds in your account. Have a n

ice day."

He clicked his fingers and a green bucket appeared above him. It slowly turned over. But not quick enough, according to hermes.

He looked up annoyed.

At that precise moment, the bucket turned itself quickly over.

Hermes got a mouthful of water.

"Ha, next time give me a rat,"

"Ugh, George, try to act your age."

"No snakes for a week!" spluttered a very wet Hermes.

A few seconds later, "Totally worth it…"

Right, kiddos, funny story. So in music, we had a sub instead our usual bitchy teacher. And me and my friends Daisy and Rosie went out of the big rooms to a practicing one and we were told to be back at 12:15 so we practiced, broke a spoon playing a xylophone(Don't. Even. Ask.) and saw it was the time we were meant to be back.

Now our teacher had made a vital mistake (I feel so professional for some reason) and had mentioned the whole class were to perform. So we didn't go back as we didn't want to perform. But we did at 12:25 because we felt like it.

We were arguing about who would open the door to the classroom, and just as I opened it, violently, I hit a guy called Ben, who was opening the door to get out as they were being let out early.

Long story short, Ben got mowed down by the other kids behind him wanting to get out to lunch, and I managed to give him a bruise. Oops.

I'll update again soon.

Bye.