Zoe (Book #3)

This story is about my sister. I didn't come up with these ideas, she did. To my sister, Zoe Turner. :)

 BTW, I only own Zoe, Clover, Rebecca, and Claire. No one else.

Where to start...... Well, let’s start at the beginning.

Clover Brooks here. I think you have heard of my other adventures. Freak, and my Birthday party? Yep. Those were mine. This is a story about my, um, sister. Her name is Zoe, but she is not a daughter of Athena. She is a daughter of Aphrodite. My family is a confusing bunch. This is written by her, so don’t be surprised to hear different sides of things.

Warning- If she says anything bad about me, then it is false. If you believe it, it will end in broken limbs.

 

Zoe POV

 

I hate the chariot races. They are pointless. People get hurt for no reason and all you do is go round and round in circles.What is with that? It makes no sense!

This past one was really stupid. The Ares cabin, of course, had to bring spiked fireballs! What are the odds? Since bringing ‘toys’ isn’t against the rules, they went all out. Even the people in the stands got hurt. Most of the harm went to the chariot racers, sadly, including my friends. Claire and Rebecca, both from the Aphrodite cabin, had some pretty nasty burns after the ‘friendly competition’. We were walking back to the Aphrodite cabin after the, uh, dodgeball racing. Claire had a hand on her arm, where a burn was still there, and Rebecca was complaining about her singed hair. Sure, I agreed that singed hair was not the best accessory, but I was getting tired of her complaining.

“It will take at least four weeks for my hair to grow back! What will I do until then?” Rebecca complained. I thought about the question.

“Um... put it up in a ponytail?” Rebecca huffed.

“Like that is ever going to happen! I have a dance coming up this next week and I do not want people staring at my horrible hair!” I was about to punch her in the nose and tell her to suck it up, but Claire put a hand on Rebecca’s shoulder. Claire spoke in a calm, relaxing and soft voice.

“Well, I could braid your hair if you want.” Rebecca’s attitude came to a halt.

“Okay. You actually can do good braids. I will take a shower tonight so it will stick tomorrow. In the morning, make sure to fill it with flowers.” Claire shrugged,

“Only if the Demeter cabin lets me. What kind of flowers do you want?” Rebecca scoffed.

“Um, how about ones that are deep red. That will go perfect.” I was getting tired of Rebecca’s way of doing things. It always had to be perfect, or she would go ballistic. I looked over at the dining pavillion on the way over and saw someone walking toward the forest with a plate of food. I recognized her immediately.

“Clover!” I called. She turned, her blond hair falling over her shoulders. She smiled and called,

“Hey! How was the chariot races?” I grabbed Rebecca’s and Claire’s hands and pulled them over toward Clover. When I reached her, I started to explain,

“It was a total wreck.” Clover looked confused,

“Why?” she asked. I began to tell her about the loose cannon balls that shot into the spectator stands. Clover grit her teeth,

“Oh... that can’t be good. Is everyone alright?” I nodded,

“Yep. Well, except for a few Hermes kids, but the rest of the campers are okay. Most of them with just minor burns.” Clover shook her head.