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I apologize ahead of time to anyone this chapter may offend. I love the world and think we should unite as one nation that conserves world culture. This chapter is merely meant to be funny, and show that Violet is Persassy Jr.

Me: We may be a Greek or Roman, but

Leo: Today

Parker: We

Violet: Are

All four of us: AMERICANS!!!

Bri:

Doctor:

Rose:

Martha:

Donna:

Rory:

Amy:

Clara:

River:

Frank:

Sherlock:

Dr. Watson:

Harry:

Ron:

Ginny:

Hermione:

Fred:

George:

Me: Oops.

Connor: I'M NOT DEAD ANYMORE!!!

Fred: NEITHER AM I!!!

Rory and Amy: WE AREN'T EITHER!!!

Travis, Gwen, Doctor, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and George: *hug their no longer dead friends/family*

Me: Oh their still dead, they just get to be alive here, and here is only a few minutes long, then it disappears.

Everyone: -_-

Leo and me: WHALE!!!

Parker: Wait. Uncle Connor?

Connor: Yeppers.

Parker: Teach me every prank you know. Mom won't let dad tell me any. ):

Katie: Connor, don't you dare.

Connor: *telling Parker pranks*

Fred and George: *come and help*

Katie: -.-

Leo and me: BABY WHALE!!!

Jacob: Since everyone else is angry, being chased by the angry people, or completely mad, I guess it's up to me to-

Carly Black (12 year old leader of cabin twelve): *pushes Jacob out of sight* BBC owns Doctor Who and Sherlock.

Sarah: J.K. Rowling owns HP.

Tally Aron (15 year old leader of the Iris cabin): Rick Riordan owns PJO/HoO.

Faith Riley (19 year old leader of the Nike cabin): And whoever owns Twinkies owns Twinkies.

Jacob: -___-

Leo, Carly, Sarah, Tally, Faith, and me: WHALE!!!

Mankind are governed more by their feelings than by reason.

-Samuel Adams

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Violet' PoV

The quest was going well so far. We'd been out of camp in the van for an entire five minutes now. I was already bored, I'm ADHD Parker and Paige are the only other ones on the quest with it, but if be hyper even without it. I guess I was being annoying because Phos looked at me angrily.

"Will you hold still?" She asked.

I pretended to consider this, "Ummmm...no."

"UHG! You're so annoying," She huffed.

"No one gets to call my sister annoying but me!" Jacob shot at Phos, I guess he has some problem with her.

Paige feigned sadness, "Am I not allowed to tease Violet?"

"You're my friend, Paige. Of course you're allowed to tease me," I replied using fake sympathy.

"Good," she then turned her attention back to the book she was reading, every once in awhile she'd turn to James, and tell him to write something down.

About two seconds later I realized Parker wasn't talking. When I turned around to ask why I saw him sleeping, which I wish I could do right now.

I gave up on trying to fall asleep like a normal person, "Can somebody help me sleep?!"

Paige pulled something out of her pack and handed it to me,"Drink this."

"What is it?" I took the dark blue bottle with swirly yellow writing that I couldn't read because of my dyslexia.

"It's an energy drink," she must have seen the confused look on my face because she explained,"caffeine has an opposite effect on ADHD people's brains and makes then tired."

"Oh," I drank the sweet liquid, and felt myself relaxing. My head started hurting some, but I was asleep soon after that.

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I woke up some time later in front of JFK International Airport. We thanked Argus for driving us here, and he nodded in response, I hear he doesn't talk because there's an eye on his tongue.

Anyways, Chiron had given us the credit card to get our plane tickets to Vancoover. We walked to security and went through the metal detectors. Jacob went followed by Paige, then James, Phos, Parker, who I was surprised made it through, then me. The thing is as I passed through the stupid thing went off.

The security guard was an older man who simply smiled and said, "Try again, they sometimes mess up."

I nodded and tried again, but it went off again. The old man asked if I had anything in my pockets, and I told him no.

The man looked at me funnily, "Check again. Even a candy wrapper could set it off."

So I reached in my pocket, and, sure enough, there was a candy wrapper in it. I felt heat rising to my cheeks, "I'm sorry..." I put the wrapper in the rubbish bin next to me.

"It happens to the best of us," the man responded. I smiled as we walked off, I'm glad that's over with. (A/N: To any of you thinking, 'That could never happen.' 'A wrapper wouldn't set that off!' or 'If that happened I doubt they'd be that nice,' that has happened to me. I was so scared, I've always been scared of the metal detectors going off when I walked through them, so when it happened you can imagine how I felt. I was just lucky that the security guard was so nice. This is a long author's note...)

We were walking to our gate, unfortunately it wasn't 9 3/4, when we were stopped by a guy slightly older than I am. He was obviously rich with his dress shirt, nice pants, dress shoes, expensive sunglasses, an amazing phone with a great quality case, and perfectly styled blonde hair.

He smiled at me and said, with a British accent, "What's a lovely girl like you doing with a bunch of blokes like them?"

"Those blokes are my friends," I was trying not to slap him, no one insults my friends and gets away with it.

"What a pitty," he frowned. "Well what are you doing?"

"I might ask the same of you," I replied.

"Oh, well my dad and mum are taking me on a cruise for passing maths," he smirked. "A Jackson cruise to be exact."

"Oh that's fun! Is this your first one," I tried to stay polite.

"Of course not," he said. "In fact I've met Mr. and Mrs. Jackson themselves." He made it sound like a big deal.

"Oh really? How were they?" I questioned.

"Charming, they had excellent food too." He was smiling with perfect white teeth. "Not that a second class person like you would know," he added.

"What makes you think I'm second class?" I put my hands on my hips in annoyance.

"Your apparel gives it away, as well as your...friends...," he looked at us distastefully.

"Well you're nice...what's you're name?"

"George Damasen Williams the IV, son of George and Martha Williams. You are?" He reached out his hand to shake mine.

I took his hand and shook it, "Violet Silena Jackson, daughter of Percy and Annabeth Jackson."

I swear his mouth dropped all the way to the floor, "Y-you can't be serious."

"Completely." I started to walk away, but turned to face him. "Are you by any chance Briish?"

"Yes, but you forgot the 'T'."

"Sorry, we threw that in the harbor." I practically skipped off.