"Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit. They said babe you gotta fake it till you make it and I did. Lights camera bitch smile, even when you wanna die"
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"Breaking down I hit the floor. All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd...
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________________________PART 2
Mean by Taylor Swift
"You've nocked me off my feat again, got me feeling like I'm nothing"
*•.+(I GET JUMPED BY CLARISSE, WHOS SURPRISED THERE?)+*.•
.••*+Morana POV.•*+
These next few hours were freaking weird, I kept going in and out of sleep. And when I looked to see who was beside me in the other bed, is was, what was his name? Peter? I don't know, but he was unconscious in the bed next to me.
And when I try and get up, I just feel too tired and fall back down, leading me into more sleep. I hear someone beside me say, "You droll when you sleep" But the person was not facing me, they were facing Peter.
After hearing that, I black out again.
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I open my eyes, and feel the warm sun shine on my face. I groan and shield my eyes, someone needs to close the fucking drapes it's to bright. "What the Hades?" I think aloud.
I turn my head to the right, and see Peter, "What did I get myself into?" I roll my eyes, and sit up.
"Wow, take it easy there" I hear someone say, and i jump only thinking it was me and Peter in the infirmary, "Oh, hello Grover. What brings you in here?"
"I was just watching over you guys, you have been out for a while"
"Damn, I should have just done dishes duty. Instead I got myself into this mess" I groan as I sit at the edge of my bed
Grover just nods, "Here, have some nectar and Ambrosia" He hands me both the things, "Thanks" I mutter before taking a bite out of the ambrosia, it tastes like hot chocolate. Honestly, I am glad I got hurt because I get to eat this magical shit.
I reach in my pocket for my inhaler just to make sure, but its not there and I gasp, "Its on the desk" Grover points to the desk, noticing my worried face.
"Oh, thanks" I mutter embarrassment crawls up my face, and put the inhaler in my pocket. I look over at Peter next to me, "Who is this kid?" I ask Grover
"His name is Percy Jackson, I have been watching him for a while" Grover responds, "huh. I liked Peter better." I say
Before I could ask any more questions, he wakes up, "Speak of the devil" I mutter, as I watch him.
