The girl before Annabeth

Chapter two

Chapter two- I try not to slap the skin off of my new roommate

The next day, I wake up early to get dressed. I hurry up and take a shower before the other girls wake up, and when I hop out and wrap a towel around myself, I can hear Emma stirring awake. I put some under clothes on and my pink bathrobe, and I start blow-drying my hair. With that Emma and Nancy came into the room. Emma went to the bathroom to shower and Nancy started brushing her hair in the mirror. When I was done blow drying my hair, I took out my curling iron and turn on the heat. Then I went to look through my clothes.

I found the girliest outfit I could out of the stuff I have. I wore a white v-neck, pink skinny jeans, a lot of pink and gold metal bracelets and shag bands (not meant inappropriately, that's just their name) up and down my wrists, pink and white converse, and a pink head band with a white bow on it to top it all off. I quickly put them on and went back to the bathroom. And you wouldn't guess who was using my curling iron. Nancy Bobofit. What in the world!?! Okay, if there is one thing in my life that I will not share, it's my hair stuff. I mean, I'll like, use it on you, if I think you have an important enough reason, but Frickin NO! That is my curling iron you rear end of a horse! Dude, your hair is the curliest mess in the world already, WHY THE FUDGEBALLS ARE YOU MESSING WITH MY CURLING IRON!!?! And well, that's what I said when I saw her with it. "WHY THE FUDGEBALLS ARE YOU USING MY CURLING IROM?!?!!!?" I screamed, and almost fell, but thankfully I had the railing of the door frame to hold onto to catch myself with. She looked at me with slightly annoyed, and a a look that said, "What the heck? It's just a curling iron. Gosh." When Emma noticed what was going on her eyes widened. My screaming also awoke the soundly sleeping LizBeth, who walked into the room groggily. "What the heck is is going o-hon?" She whined. "Y-y-yo-you y-y-your u-u-us-using m-m-my c-c-c-curler..." I was so shocked I was hardly able to breathe now. LizBeth sensed what was going on. "N-Nancy, I suggest you drop that curling iron right now if you don't want to loose a limb." LizBeth said warily, seeming to already know about my attachment to my hair products. I was still barely holding myself up, my legs weak as jell-o and my eyes were wide. Nancy shot her a look. "Why?," she said, sounding annoyed. "It's just a curling iron." I gasped and stood up straight, anger boiling in me. "That is not just any curling iron, it's MY curling iron. And you drop it this instant or I'll slap you so hard the skin will slide off your face." I said darkly, with so much anger the room darkened. Nancy shot me a look. "Fine." She said in that obnoxious voice of hers. She very slowly put it back down next to the sink. If that curling iron wasn't a one of a kind and the best curler I've ever owned, I would have burned it, at the thought of her touching it. Gross. And she didn't even shower this morning. She hadn't even showered since I moved in yesterday. Gross.

I finished curling my hair. It looked cute with my girly-girl outfit. I looked cute. Just so you know, I hadn't used my British/Australian accent during the uh, 'incident' and I think the girls got suspicious. But once I had gotten my composure back I had used the fake accent and haven't failed to since. LizBeth kept giving me these strange looks, as if she was trying to figure me out. Well lets give a HA! to her, because no one has ever been able to find me out. It will be the hardest task anyone could ever take up to unravel my mysteries.

As I walked in my first period class, I spotted some of the Cu-U-test guys I've ever seen. Wow. I cannot believe that guys this cute can exist. Bless the wonderful Gods up there who made my life this great! I flash a white toothy smile at a few of em and sit down in a seat with a hair flip. Nancy sat behind one of the boys and put her head in her hands, looking bored. Emma and LizBeth sat on either side of me. I watched as Nancy put a smirk on her face and kicked the back of the guy's chair. He looked back and stared daggers at her. Uh-oh.. "What are you gonna do Percy?" Nancy says with a smirk. Ugh, I am starting not to like this girl. His fists balled. Percy's friend next to him, who isn't as perfect looking as all the other guys around, but still cute, puts a hand on his shoulder and sends him a warning look. It was then that Percy's look softened and he turned around with a strange look on his face. "Good morning class." Says my first period teacher. I look down to my schedule to read his name. "Mr. Brunner." I read in a whisper. Mr. Brunner was dressed strangely. He was in this weird sort of medieval clothing, that I won't even begin to explain. He was also practically dancing around in his wheelchair with a sword.This is epic. How many of you out there have a teacher who will dress up all medieval and sword play during class? I highly doubt any of your guys's lives are as lucky and awesome as mine.

Author's note:

HELLO MY LITTLE WITCHLINGS! (Or demigods, maybe even readers, what Evers good with you. Please, stop yelling at me! Fine, your a demigod! *cough wannabe cough*)

Okay, so today I watched a girl running around the courtyard with an open container of Nutella with her face covered in it. I was just like "holy Shiz, praise this crazy witchling!" But then I realized through all that Nutella on her face who she really was, and well, lets say that witch is not very friendly...

LIAM SHIRTLESS! Well, now that I've gotten your attention again, I wish to tell you that I think you are beautiful and that you absolutely HAVE to listen to one of the best songs ever created, and let me tell you, it was not dreaded by any Meir human, but it was created by one of the most ultimate witchlings of all time, ONE MORE BY SUPERCHICK! I fudgecakin love that song! Oh, and you have to buy every single album that avril lavigne ever sang, or I will never forgive.

STAY BEAUTIFUL LOVELIES!

Lots Of Love,

~Kath