XI. Barnacle boy blowtorches a national monument

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CHAPTER ELEVEN
" NO ONE LEFT BEHIND!"

CHAPTER ELEVEN" NO ONE LEFT BEHIND!"

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After that horrific thought nobody needed, We got shoehorned into the car with this bigger lady and her dog, a Chihuahua with a rhinestone collar

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After that horrific thought nobody needed, We got shoehorned into the car with this bigger lady and her dog, a Chihuahua with a rhinestone collar. I never really liked dogs that much. Growing up with cats and now having my own personal Leopard, I stayed clear from her dog.

We started going up, inside the Arch. I'd never been in an elevator that went in a curve, and my stomach wasn't too happy about it. It didn't bother me that much. It actually kinda felt like a roller coaster, and I loved roller coasters.

"No parents?" the lady asked us.

She had beady eyes; pointy, coffee-stained teeth; a floppy denim hat, and a denim dress that bulged so much, she looked like a blue-jean blimp. Something was telling me to keep away from her. And I believed it. The lady couldn't have been just a regular human being. So I stayed as far away as I could in an elevator.

"They're below," Annabeth told her. "Scared of heights."

"Oh, the poor darlings."

The idea of us kids being alone didn't seem to bother her. Another red flag. It was hardly believable that our imaginary parents would leave us alone up her, especially if they were scared of heights. My mother always told me about parental instinct. She called it her superpower.

It made me think that she was secretly trying to tell me about my father before she actually did. And that didn't make me feel any better about running away. I hated feelings.

The Chihuahua growled. The woman said, "Now, now, sonny. Behave." The dog had beady eyes like its owner, intelligent and vicious.

Percy said, "Sonny. Is that his name?"

"No," the lady told us. She smiled, as if that cleared everything up. She was creeping me out. But at least I had a weapon ready if she turned into a bloodthirsty monster. I realized how easy it was to tell monsters in disguise from real mortals now.

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