Don't Feel Bad, I'm Usually About To

Die Human, Die!! Die Nasty Polluting Person!!!!' Yelled Grover. I Turned Him So He Faced Me. He Kept On Clicking His Plastic Gun Towards Me As If I Was Part Of The Game.

She (annabeth) Put Her Hand On My Spine, And My Skin Tingled. I (percy) Moved Her Fingers To The One Spot That Grounded Me To My Mortal Life. A Thousand Volts Of Electricity Seemed To Arc Through My Body.

Percy," My Mom Said. "i Give You My Blessing." "be Safe Brother!" Tyson Pleaded. "enchiladas!" Grover Said. I Wasn't Sure Where That Came From, But It Didn't Seem To Help Much.

Don't Untie Me," She Said, "no Matter What Happens Or How Much I Plead. I'll Want To Go Straight Over The Edge And Drown Myself." "are You Trying To Tempt Me?" "ha-ha.

Survive First. Figure Out Crayon Drawing Of Destiny Later.