The Riptides: Percy's Sister (Percy Jackson And The Olympians)

Book Two, Chapter Thirteen 2.13

Wednesday June 13

08:00-09:00 Breakfast and cabin inspections

Heat, pressure and time. The three things that make up a diamond are also the three things that make up a waffle.

I remember growing up, the rule for Saturday mornings was that the first kid up was able to choose what mother made for breakfast. One time, when I got to choose, I was like three or four at the time. I got up at seven in the morning and told my mom I wanted 'treaded pancakes' or 'shredded pancakes.' I was still working on speaking clearly and I was very upset that my mother did not know what I meant. Then, she woke Percy up and asked him to translate. So Percy gets up and asks me what I wanted for breakfast.

Me who was almost in tears. "I want shredded pancakes!"

Mother turned to Percy, "What is she saying?"

He looked straight at her. "Waffles, the girl wants waffles."

I drowned my waffles in a shit load of syrup, but since I'm a daughter of Poseidon I can't drown and neither can my waffles. Also adding a shit load of cinnamon sugar, butter on waffles, French toast, bacon, sunny side up eggs, sausage and blue hot chocolate. Pray for my teeth. While also hoping all this sweetness and carbs will distract me from last night's news.

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09:00-10:30 Ancient Greek

"Hey, you alright?" Evelyn questioned. "You were mostly poking at your waffles and barely drank anything."

I continued scrubbing half heartedly, "The bottle came back last night."

"Oh that's great! What did it say?"

"Marina came by in the middle of the night and gave it to me." I started blinking hard. "...Tyson's... Tyson's dead."

Evelyn gave me a tight hug. "I'm so sorry."

I hugged her back. Tears started welling up in my eyes, but I was forcing them back.

Don't cry. Not here. Not now.

Through tears I sang. "But we are two worlds apart... Can't reach to your heart... When you say... That I want it that way... Tell me why... Ain't nothin' but a heartache... Tell me why... Ain't nothin' but a mistake... Tell me why... I never wanna hear you say... I want it that way."

"Backstreet Boys?" Evelyn guessed. "I Want It That Way?"

I wasn't singing in any particular order. Just whatever lyrics came to mind. "You are my fire... The one desire... Believe when I say... I want it that way... Am I your fire?... Your one desire... Yes, I know it's too late... But I want it that way..."

"Hey Molls I just wanted to check and see- oh. Am I interrupting something?"

Evelyn just rubbed my back. "She's..."

In a flat tone, Connor said, "Why are you crying?"

I rubbed my eyes and blew my nose with my shirt. I turned and in a shaky voice, "Who's crying?"

Connor stared at me, then at Evelyn. "Of course, I must've been hearing things. Unless it's the tears when you lose this bet."

That's when the hostility came out. "Can it Stoll. You'll be the one in tears."

He got wide eyed and immediately walked out.

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10:30-11:00 Cleaning stables