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chapter five. ( titan's curse ) ❝ purple is the new blonde! ❞
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Okay. I died, came back, lost everything that made me who I was when I was fully alive, got betrayed by my brother, my best friend went missing, and I'm in a huge argument with the one person I had left that I thought would be happy to see me, so, I think I deserve to have a huge change. I'm a teenager.
So, Silena died my hair. You know, the usual thing a teenager would do after she's died and come back.
Well, either way, Hannah wasn't happy with me.
She gave some sort of lecture over my hair that I didn't really listen to. I died and come back, Hannah's wrath wasn't the scariest thing anymore. Despite her nose scrunching up in absolute fury over not letting her know I was going through a whole big change, I think she understood in the back of her mind that I needed it. (Or that at least I needed a small teenage rebellion).
So, I wasn't talking to Percy. I refused to talk to him, no matter how many times he came up to me to apologise, I just walked the other way. I wasn't going to just forgive him for blaming me for Annabeth's disappearance. No way. He's not my friend anymore! He doesn't deserve to be my friend!
But ... as I sit alone by the volleyball courts, watching my siblings beat the satyrs twenty-five to ten, I kinda wished he was sitting with me and cheering Grover on while booing my siblings. He would then say that he could do way better and then we'd have a match and then I'd win (with Annabeth shaking her head at us) ... I miss them both.
Well, I miss Annabeth. I won't miss Percy! Not after what he said. I don't need him.
But it was lonely.
I thought about Zoë's offer. If I joined the Hunters, I wouldn't be lonely. I'd never be lonely. I'd have them and Artemis and everyone ... but ...
I was hesitating and I don't know why.
When it came to dinner, I knew Hannah was giving me disapproving looks. I didn't really care. Technically, it's my body, my hair, I can do what I want with it. But there was a part of me that felt bad. She, like everyone else, thought I had died and then suddenly I come back--completely healthy, it would seem (all though I know full well that's not the truth)--and refuse to open up about what happened, what I saw, and then going ahead and rebelling and acting a lot different than the person everyone once knew. That's what people don't understand, I'm not her anymore. There's nothing left of what that girl used to be: her family is gone, her powers, her accomplishments and her confidence. I was an empty shell, and people kept on expecting me to just be who I used to be before I died. What the hell?
