Volleyball had turned to war, people were screaming and kicking up sand with bare feet.
Every time the ball went over the huge net 6 voices rang out with, "I got it!"
One of the sides was led by Percy, and the other was pug faced Clarisse.
Perce tallied up his players, getting ready for match point.
5? How do I have 5? Then he realized. Grover? How can you be hungry right now?
He plucked a gorgeous daughter of Aphrodite from the surrounding crowd, "Alright, I am counting on you..."
"Trixie." She replied, blushing. Perce nodded and turned Clarisse with a grimace.
"If we lose, you blame it on Grover!"
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FanfictionHey there guys, I just wanna say that I'm writing this for my benefit. Also credits go to A Samhildanach, he's the one I got this idea from. Amazing writer, go check him out (On FanFiction). Anyway, the goal of this story is to have 111 Stories and...
