After they showed the reaping I knew where everyone was and who they were with. The prophecy in the book seemed to apply to us. And I was going to kill the Stolls when we get back. I hope we get back.
I woke up to the squeaky lady squealing "Up! Up! Up! Big day ahead my dear! Up! Up! Up!" I sat up and groaned next thing I knew, I was in a room with three other squeakers pulling every single hair that wasn't on my head off.
"Your a lot less hairy than most!" A squeaker squealed. She had abnormally large ears and eyes. Her hair was neon purple. Her eyes were neon pink. She was wearing a puffy winter coat in the color dark red and short yellow shorts. She was ugly.
"Uh. Thanks?" I mumbled.
The squeakers had scrubbed me, and used strips of cloth to remove body hair on my legs. It hurt, but I've felt worse.
"All done! We will call in your stylist now!" They squeaked at the same time. It was more ear splitting than when Grover did his weird pan magic.
They stumbled out. I got off of the table and put on the robe that they had provided. A man in his early twenties walked in. He had light wavy hair and blue eyes. He smiled at me. Taking me in. Ugh. I am glad I put the robe on.
"Come sit in the sitting room with me." He leads me into the sitting room. Then he presses a button and orange slices show up. I don't touch them. "For you and your partner we decided on a grain ball." He spoke, leaking the accent. "So I made this dress for you."
He moved a curtain and I almost died. It was a full blown, down to the floor dress. It had a graining, leopard pattern on it. It was absolutely hideous. Next to it was a pair of open toe high heals that had a very grainy color scheme. How would I fight stray monsters in that?
"Take off your robe so we can try the dress on." He said.
It was kind of embarrassing to take it off. When I did, he slipped the monstrosity over my head and I was wearing it.
"It fits perfectly!" He said. Ugh.
He placed the high heals in front of me and I stepped in them-and proceeded to fall on my face. The shoes were incredibly unstable. My stylist was chuckling. He offered me his hand, but I ignored it.
Trying to stand again, I wobbled before falling onto the coach. Come on! I survived the titan war and the war against Gaia! I could wear these dumb shoes and not fall over like a complete idiot! I bet Percy could wear these better than me. Oh no...I just put that image in my head...that punk would be a clownfish.
I managed to get up without falling.
"Good! I want to do your hair the way I want it for tomorrow to make sure it works out!" No. I hated getting my hair done. Brushing it twice a week was torture. Getting my hair done? I'd go to Tartarus before I let that happen. But I couldn't protest. He had already grabbed a brush and was brushing my hair.
"Ouch!" I yelped as he brushed out the tangles.
"Sorry!" He said, with a little more squeak than normal.
He began braiding my hair in a neat braid. It hurt a lot. I almost punched him in the face.
"I never properly introduced myself, I am Kal." He said sincerely.
"Kale?" I snorted. This pulled my hair. Or maybe that was him...
"Kal" he grumbled, "Kale is a vegetable. A leaf. I am not a vegetable, nor a leaf!"
"You sure bout that leafy?" I smirk.
"Yes. Very sure." He says as he wraps the braid into a tight bun.
"Ouch!" I yelp again.
"It's like you never get your hair done." He grumbles. Little does he know.
He guides me to a full body mirror. I look like a pampered grain princess mixed with a cheetah, or leopard. Whatever.
He slips the dress off and I kick the shoes across the room and wrap myself up in the robe. I leave my hair in because touching it would mean more hair brushing and what not. Ugh. I go to my room.
Heyo bricks! 743 words without this, not over 1000 but it's okay. It doesn't quite follow the books in this part...but it's okay I think. Goodnight bricks! Or good morning! Or good afternoon!
Katniss, do the disclaimer again!
Fine. But only one more time okay?
No, you do it when I want you to do it for I am the author!
I thought you were a brick
I am that too
Whatever
Do the disclaimer Katniss
Okay! Suzanne Collins and Rick Reordian own all the characters and what not.
Good now say bye.
*brick out*
Okay....um bye y'all see ya next chapter, um word count with this is: 856 words
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Fanfiction***Disclaimer: all rights go to Rick Reordian and Suzanne Collins.*** The demigods and the oracle are accidentally sent to the future. Jason, Piper, Percy, Annabeth, Hazel, Frank, Leo, Reyna, Nico, Clarisse, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, and Thalia. They f...
