From: percyj
To: lcastellan
Subject: Re: re: re: re: Um... what do I even put here? Who even invented subject lines?
I am not cute -_-
LUKE'S CRUSHING ON THALIA, NA NA NA NA NA.
LUKE'S CRUSHING ON THALIA, NA NA NA NA NA.
THALIA AND LUKE SITTING IN A TREE
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
I do have a job. That's to defend Mom whenever Smelly Gabe gets too drunk. In any case, to go to work I need a car. Which I don't have. I know he shouldn't order us around. But he does. It's just the way it is.
That's the best explanation you can come up with? Honestly? What kind of disease even requires someone to eat tin cans?
And what makes you think it would be a good idea to set up a one-eyed squirrel murderer with a crazy, tin-eating guy on crutches who has a strange obsession with nature (in particular, goats and trees)?
...though I agree. We're bound to have entertaining results. Only problem? Grover's here in NY. Ethan's over in DC.
Man, at least you have followers in triple figures. I've got 87. They only follow me so they can reblog stuff from me.
Dude, it's like, Annabeth's really into Greek architecture and shit. And her last name's Chase. So that's where her URL comes from. And she's the one who made me a tumblr, and I told her I wanted a URL that had something to do with 'anarchy'. She wanted something Greek. So – olympiananarchy. I'd change it, but I don't want her to come after me and kill me.
I've asked her that billions of times. She just never answers. One time it did seem like she was going to tell me, but then Smelly Gabe barged in and began yelling at her so she stopped talking. Ever since then she doesn't really answer my questions. I don't even know, man. I just wish that someday he falls down the stairs and breaks every bone in his body.
-Percy
From: lcastellan
To: percyj
Subject: Re: re: re: re: re: Um... what do I even put here? Who even invented subject lines?
You keep telling yourself that, princess.
Real mature, kid -_- well, I'VE GOT SOME TRICKS UP MY SLEEVE TOO.
PERCY'S CRUSHING ON ANNABETH
PERCY'S CRUSHING ON ANNABETH
PERCY AND ANNABETH DROWNING IN THE SEA
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Well, it shouldn't be the way it is. I really think you should report him to someone. Does he hit your mom? Or you?
Maybe it's a rare disease that you can only catch in the Amazon Rainforest. Maybe that's why he's so obsessed with goats and trees. Whatever, man. Who even knows. And as for the hookup – I think Ethan's mom lives somewhere in NY. He never says where exactly, just mumbles "Empire State" and then "death to furry." I don't even know, man. I think he needs help.
So anyway. Next time he's in NY we can get him to meet up with Grover. Weirdly enough – I don't think he's ever been to NY. I don't think he even knows what his mom looks like.
Meh.
Of course they follow you only so they can reblog things from you. That's what followers are for. Though – mine follow me because I'm the sexiest thing they ever laid eyes on. And I'm smart and philosophical.
Dude, you're so scared of Annabeth it's hilarious. What's she going to do?
Man, I'm serious though – you shouldn't have to put up with Smelly Gabe. Just tell a social worker, or call 911 next time he's being an asshole to you or your mom. I'm 100% serious.
-Luke
From: percyj
To: lcastellan
Subject: Re: re: re: re: re: re: Um... what do I even put here? Who even invented subject lines?
I'm in a hurry (late for school) so I can't reply to everything. I'll try to reply fully in school but not at home. In fact, I might not be able to talk to you at all when I'm at home. Smelly Gabe's angry about something, and he's been yelling and hitting things since last night. I now need a new phone because he threw mine out the window.
Shit, I'm so late.
Laters.
-Percy
From: lcastellan
To: percyj
Subject: We need a new sentence in this line.
That's all right. Take your time.
And I really hope when you say "hitting things" you don't mean "hitting me and my mom."
-Luke
From: percyj
To: lcastellan
Subject: Re: We need a new sentence in this line.
Screw off. My home life isn't any of your business anyway.
From: lcastellan
To: percyj
Subject: Re: re: We need a new sentence in this line.
That's funny, because yesterday you were telling me all about it. Did something happen?
From: percyj
To: lcastellan
Subject: Re: re: re: We need a new sentence in this line.
I don't want to talk to you.
From: lcastellan
To: percyj
Subject: Don't be such a princess.
What the subject line says. You were talking to me just fine before. And in any case, it's an assignment. You have to talk to me.
From: percyj
To: lcastellan
Subject: YOU'RE a princess.
I don't have to do anything.
From: lcastellan
To: percyj
Subject: No, YOU'RE a princess.
Fine. Be that way. Have fun discussing your problems with your tin-eating friend.
From: percyj
To: lcastellan
Subject: Your face is a princess.
Look, I'm sorry about earlier, okay? I was in a really bad mood because Gabe got drunk again and he was hitting my mom, and when I stepped in to help he broke a bottle over my head. Mom had to take me to the hospital, and I was on pain meds and extra-cranky (plus having to deal with Gabe when I got home) so I wasn't thinking straight.
Anyway, I'm better now and I'm trying to convince Mom to go to our house in Montauk. It would be nice to get away from Gabe for a bit.
Update: she says we can't go because school and Gabe won't give us his car and we should maybe go when the weather's better... I think Gabe's threatened her. After all, someone's got to stick around to feed him and give him beer and serve his stupid poker pals.
I hate everything.
-Percy
Chapter Two up :) reviews keep me happy, people. Just letting y'all know.
-Peace x