(So, you'll see me talking bad about 'Grace' a lot. Just so you know, Grace is my actual sister and her character is what she is like in real life. So if you think I'm going over board on the sister hating thing, I'm not. I really have a sister like that and she's awful. We don't get along well.)

Chapter 7.

"So, you landed on your nose after you fell off the climbing wall." Will asks as he passes me a damp tissue to clean the blood off my nose. "That's what I said." I reply.

"There are hand marks on your shoulders." He states.

"Don't tell Liam." I sigh.

"Fights aren't unusual. Let me guess, an Ares kid?"

"Two, and yeah. Are they all like that?"

"My sister's boyfriend, Frank, is a son of Mars, the Roman version of Ares and he's about as aggressive as a teddy bear." Nico says. "But he can also turn into a real bear when threatened so don't pick fights with him." He warns. Will stares hard at Nico at this and Nico smiles. "I may or may not have given him a warning." He throws his arms up before letting them fall loudly on his lap. He's dating my younger sister, it's my job to protect her!"

"I thought she was born before you." Will comments.

"Yeah, but I got out of the casino and started ageing again before she came back to life, so I'm older than her."

"Is that normal?" I ask. "Is everyone like a Peter Pan around here?"

"I think it's an underworld thing. Anyways, stay out of fights." Will says.

I roll my eyes before sliding off the edge of the bed. "See you later, when I make someone else mad, yeah?" I joke before leaving.

Liam must have seen me come in because he's waiting outside the Apollo cabin with his arms crossed and tapping his foot.

"Well?" He asks.

"Well, what?"

"Why did I see Jacob complaining about how 'some prissy played dirty"' and when I asked Lexi what he was talking about, she said that a girl with your description beat him up? Also, you're coming out of the Apollo cabin. I'm no Athena but I'm not an airhead either."

"I don't know a Jacob. And I went to see Will and Nico." I lie but we both know he's not buying it. "And I didn't beat him up, they grabbed him and I gave him a few punches. And kicks. Lexi was exaggerating, ok?" I sigh.

"Katherine,"

"William." I interrupt. Liam sighs again. Both of us hate our full names.

"Katy. If they had been good at fighting, you could be seriously hurt. Stay out of fights, they never do anyone any good."

We both know what he's talking about. I don't like talking about it. Basically, there were seven of them, about 15-18 and I was ten. I refused to give up my swing and things got nasty. I ran home, my face was covered in blood and tears. Dad was furious and demanded to know where I was. After I told him I was at the park, he stormed out of the house. When he came back, he was worse, he didn't take it out on us, but the wall. Half of the wall was destroyed that afternoon. That was the first time I was ever afraid of our dad.

"Liam, I'm fine. And if I needed help, I would have called. You've heard me when Grace goes in my room, it's not like you wouldn't have heard me."

He ruffles my hair. At 6'2", He's eight inches taller than me and I feel so much younger standing next to him, like how I feel so much older standing next to Grace, who's four inches shorter than me.

"By the way, it's tea time soon and you're filthy. There's dirt grass stains on your shirt and, look at your jeans. Go shower, get changed and let me do your hair it's a mess, see you in thirty minutes."

"You know, sometimes i feel like I'm the brother and you're the older sister."

"You want to borrow my clothes too?"

"Depends, when was the last time you washed them?"

"Go. Shower. Now." He points to the shower block and I giggle, because everything seems so normal.

After I shower, my hair is much waiver since it's no longer straight from this morning, but it's also much softer because the shampoo and conditioner Liam threw at me really work. I knock on the Aphrodite cabin door gently, hoping the loud mouth Drew won't answer it. Instead, a girl with wavy honey blond hair and bright blue eyes opens the door. She's a couple of years younger than me and her smile is bright. "Hey, I'm Lacy. Can I help you?" She asks.

"Hey, yeah, Liam told me to come because he says I'm a mess, is it OK if I come in?" She nods her head and points to the far wall where Liam is sitting.

"Hey bro." I call as I walk towards him.

"Hey sis. Welcome to Salon ten. Where we turn ugly siblings into less ugly siblings."

He swivels the chair around and I see more items lined up than at boots. "What's all this?" I laugh nervously.

"Relax, I'm not going to use half of that. I just don't want to be seen with you when you look like Grace." I understand what he means. We make fun of Grace a lot, but that's because she's a truly horrible person, inside and out. In my primary school, back in England, girls would come crying to me telling them that Grace was being horrible again, either she had called them names or even hit them. She slags all her friends off when she has another friend round and she's also stupid? Not failing maths stupid, but she genuinely didn't see what was wrong with having mouldy food in her bedroom. As well as that, she cakes on makeup, she tried to dye her hair blonde and it ended up streaky and she wears my clothes which do not fit her at all, because three dress sizes higher than me.

Liam starts by drying my hair, and it's a big job. My hair only reaches my shoulders, but it's thick, like I said before. But, it's done sooner than I expect and isn't as frizzy. "Oh wow," I comment.

"Yeah, but you don't look human yet. Let me heat these straighteners."

After another half hour spent on straightening my hair, I realise I'm hungry. "When's dinner? I thought you said soon."

"You'll know. A horn goes off when it's time to eat, and that should be in about forty minutes," I can wait forty minutes.

Liam straightens my hair better than I ever could. It looks darker than usual. "I like it."

"Yeah, but I'm going to curl it."

"Why did you bother straightening it then?" I ask.

"So it curls better. Trust me. Anyways, I know what I'm doing. Monsters 'ain't got a chance against this bad boy." He waves the curling wand as if it were a real want and I laugh.

Curling takes another twenty minutes, and I start to get real hungry. "It's been an hour and a half, why did you tell me dinner will be soon?"

"Well it's not long is it?" Anyways, I need to do your make up. Chin up."

Thankfully, I don't get smothered in cosmetics but rather a natural look. Concealer, highlight, contour and blush for my face. Mascara for my eyes and a dark pink lip stick for my lips that leave them looking glossy. When I get a real look in the mirror, Liam has to stop me from putting my hand over my mouth. My face looks more shaped and my chubby cheeks are outmatched by my hair. The top half has been pulled back, so it's half up half down but some loose curls hang in my face. My hair doesn't look frizzy, but silky smooth. The only thing I don't like is that my eyes look even greener, but it doesn't matter too much.

"What do you think?" Liam asks. I don't know how to describe it in words so I just nod. I know that looks are all superficial and that stuff, but rift now I feel like a princess and I want to enjoy it. Then, the horn goes and I remember that I want food.