Well Really, I don't like Piper much and despised Reyna in the beginning. So much that I actually preferred Piper. I'm still not done with the book but i just wanted to give a quick opinion. I think Reyna is one of the best female characters in the Camp-Half Blood series. And i realized, I haven't really had a fave female besides maybe Thalia. And now one is Reyna for sure. I think some of wewe who are older on this spot may remember that makala i wrote on Piper. Well now I think I have a way to make my opinion even clearer. The kind of people I would get along with would be people like Reyna,...
Before I start, note that I am being serious. However, whether wewe want to take it seriously au not is up to you.
It has come to my attention that everyone is really REALLY excited for the Son of Neptune. Now, wewe guys must be thinking that this is a good thing. Well, it's not. Let me explain kwa telling wewe a story:
One day, a little boy was walking down the mitaani, mtaa when he saw an ice cream truck coming towards him. Excited, he runs toward it, screaming for it to stop for him. However, he slips and falls, so the driver never saw him and he gets run over kwa the truck and dies. The end.
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own the Percy Jackson series au Haunted so there really is no need to put up a disclaimer yet I am.
A/N This is my first songfic ever and I thought I would try it out. Constructive critisim would be nice so I can know if what I wrote was okay. This was originally going to just be the song but then an idea popped into my head so I just decided to go with it. Oh and in case you're wondering I'm a Percabeth shabiki and not what ever combination of Luke and Annabeth's names make up their couple name. In case wewe don't get the last part it's refering to the Lost Hero.
(Piper's PoV) "Drew, I told wewe to stop stealing my makeup!," someone shouted from across the room. "Lacy, that's my shirt! Give it back," another yelled. "Mitchell, that hat defiantly doesn't go with that shirt," someone stated. I groaned, waking up to another typical siku in the Aphrodite cabin. I slowly got out of kitanda and made my way over to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and I was slightly horrified. Not that I cared that much about my looks, but I do prefer to not look like a hobo. My chokoleti brown hair looked like a rat's nest, I had dark bags under my eyes, and I had big, baggy...