rachel-dare

Your art_ I gaped at the field of white. __here was a lovely portrait of me__ight there.__ get offended whenever art is damaged, especially if that art features me.

Okay," I said. "Just a normal afternoon and two normal people."She nodded. "And so...hypothetically, if these to people likes each other, what would it take to get the stupid guy to kiss the girl, huh?""Oh..." I felt like one of Apollo's sacred cows-slow, dumb, and bright red. "Um...

I'm calm," Rachel insisted. "Every time I'm around you, some monsters attack us. What's to be nervous about?""Look," I said. "I'm sorry about the band room. I hope they didn't kick you our or anything.""Nah. They asked me a lot of questions about you. I played dumb.""Was it hard?" Annabeth asked.

Rachel crossed her arms. __nd the other three Oracles? I__ sure none of them was a beautiful young priestess whom you praised for her_what was it?__cintillating conversation_?___h_ I wasn__ sure why, but it felt like my acne was turning into live insects and crawling across my face. __ell, according to my extensive research____ome books he flipped through last night,_ Meg clarified.