Annabeth

Today was the dreaded day: the Choosing Ceremony. This is when they would choose 10 slaves to battle the top-five Gladiators in a kill-or-be-killed competition.

Our names are put in a basket for the number our bosses give us out of ten. Sadly, I scored a ten while my brother scored an eight.

I'm just hoping Octopus-Octavian gets picked, with his nasty friends.

The prince, Percy Jackson, has the honor *cough* punishment *cough* to pick out of the basket.

"May the odds be ever in your favor," he said.

The first person chosen was my brother Malcolm then came Rachel and Piper Jason, Frank, Reyna, Travis, Connor, Katie Clarisse, and then something happened.

When he was about to announce the last one, Drew came and dumped powder on top of me. I was so mad and yelled at her. Sadly, I got the attention of the prince and he chose me to be the last person.

"But you have to pick from the basket!!! Not choose out in the open!!!" I said, powder puffing on everything around.

"I know," he said," But I'm the Prince!" He gave me a trouble maker smile, which was so hot. Wait, what?

I went to go beat the Hades out of Drew but I was stopped by the prince.

"All of those chosen are supposed to come with me," he said. He took us to the dungeon and kept us.

"They're locked up," he said that we could start doing we can start planning our step strategies he sounded bored.