Fates, Furies and Freckles(Watty Awards 2013)

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(A/N: Hey guys! Really quick dropping in to say this: A lot of POV'S you don't have to bother remembering whose they were. Like the POV from Demeter and Clotho, you don't really have to remember the characters, just what happened. There will be about four primary POV'S (Tisiphone, Tantalus, and 2 others who you haven't met yet;)(Atropos will have a few POV'S but hers is nothing to stress over remembering) so those are the only ones I would worry about:) And in my opinion, the best books are the complicated ones that you have to flip back through occasionally:) I realize that everyone doesn't feel this way, but since that's the best way my brain works, that's the way it'll be. Sorry if that's difficult for you to keep up with:P Love you guys to death:))

                                                             {Present Day}

                                                             Point of View:

                                             *Tisiphone* (Fury to Avenge Murder)*

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The clock ticks over to 6:00 p.m. and my nose twitches involuntarily. I run my fingers through the dresses in my closet before choosing one and throwing it into a brown paper bag. I frown at my collection of shoes before selecting one of those as well and throwing it in there. I dump a set of gold hoop earrings and a bracelet on top before setting it near my bedroom door so I wouldn't forget it.

I scrunch up my face as I survey myself in the mirror.

"He likes dark eye makeup, but that's it" I remind myself before swooping eyeshadow across my lids and applying mascara. I dab a tiny bit of gloss on my lips and rub them together. My hair naturally curled when I got out of the shower, so I run a hand through it and spray some volumizing hair spray.

I sigh through my nose and look down at my jeans and tank top. My makeup doesn't go with my clothes, but I can only hope my sisters won't notice and think something's up.

I swipe the bag off the floor and scurry into the living room. I pocket my phone and grab my wallet and car keys.

"Bye!" I yell and slam the door behind me. 

Out of the clear, I think.

"Where ya going?" 

I jump three feet out of my flip flops and press a hand over my chest in an attempt to calm the marching band inside my ribcage.

Perched on the swing, sits Meg, calmly reading a book.

I bite my lip, "Grovery store. We're out of..." I rack my brains for something I know we're out of, "kiwis."

Meg lifts an eyebrow, "Well, that would make sense... since I don't think I've ever seen anyone in this house eat a kiwi."

My hand tightens on the bag, "Weird craving. Gotta go," and I sprint off the porch to the car.

I breathe in and out as soon as I pull out of the driveway. 

It's not that they don't like Poseidon. They do. They just don't think he's right for me, I guess. He doesn't give off the best first impressions. So when he's in town, we typically try to keep our meetings a secret. He's one of those guys who you know is just never going to grow up.