Problems (Percy Jackson Fanfic)

Chapter 9~ Thalia

Warning~ There is cursing in this chapter. If you don't like cursing well, I guess you shouldn't read this chapter at all. But I'm sure half of you use 'vulgar language' buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut yeah :)

Also it's been a while since I've updated so please comment and give me advice or correct me or just give me feedback because I might be out of it with my writing style a little bit.

I doubt I'll even proof read it (sike I probably will because I want to waste time yay) because I should be working on this group project (lol if you're in that group i'm joking, of course, i'm working on that drawing and making note cards this is just a side hobby totally not procrastinating) and studying for FINALS ugh yeah okay.

Honestly though what even is this chapter ugh trassssssssshhhh okay i need to pick it up on these books.

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Thalia's POV

I lay in bed, staring at the ringing alarm clock.

It rests on the floor where I threw it. Blaring its obnoxious noise for everyone to here.

Well, everyone would have heard if they were here.

Tons of people were over yesterday. How they all fit in the apartment, I don't know, but they were here.

High school seniors, college students, most people I've never seen before. Except for those familiar faces that were at my last party.

I jump out of bed and slowly grab the alarm clock, studying it.

Yesterday by nighttime everyone was either drunk or already passed out.

Usually, I kick then out in the morning but when I saw someone doing it with others in my bed?

That's where I draw the line. Especially when they make me change the sheets.

Hazily, I walk to the window and open it. Peering outside I see no one whatsoever. I look down at the noisy clock.

"Shut up." I say to it, warningly.

It ignores me.

"Shut up."

Ignores me again.

So naturally, I toss it out the window. "Dick." I utter as it falls to the ground.

Spinning around I pick up a bottle from the floor and empty its contents into the bathroom sink.

I glance into the mirror. Spiky black hair with blue highlights sticking out in all directions. Smudged black lipstick. Black mascara smeared.

"Ew." I speak to the woman staring back at me.

"You definitely need to wash your face." I continue, throwing away the empty bottle and grabbing a small towel.

I turn on the sink and soak up the towel, then I wipe it over my face until my face is raw with no makeup left.

Winking sarcastically to my rubbed red face in the mirror, I say, "Look at that sexy face."

I slowly walk to my closet and casually change clothes. Now wearing a white shirt that says "Panic at the Disco" and a black jacket that says on the back "Queen Bitch".

"Dammit." I mutter rushing to the open window, looking at the clock. I need to know what time it is. How am I supposed to know what time it is when the stupid clock is broken?

Grabbing a brush from the floor, I fix it back into its spiky style. Then I pull on ripped neon pink jeans.

I quickly pull on some socks with cat designs and shove my feet in old converse.