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21 Things I Know About You

Stan Palmer's Guide to Jacking a Plane

My dreams are full of man-eating goats. One is repeatedly slapping me. Then I woke up to see Grover slapping me.
"Dang it, Grover, I need sleep!" I groan.
"You gotta come see this! Jason's not suffering from blood loss!" Grover announces.
"Great, great, I never had anything against Grace, anyways, good night," I counter, hurriedly.
In 15 minutes, I wake up and get out of my room. I'm feeling very homesick. I miss my home, Santa Ana with the Orange County Demigods. Maybe I can pay a visit to my family, my mom and my half-sister, Tonya. I'm out in the hallway and I see Piper and Jason holding hands.
"WHAT?" I ask, out loud. I wonder how she forgives him.
"What?" Piper replies.
"How in the name of Poseidon do you forgive him?" I practically yell.
"It's a super long story," she warns. She knows I hate long stories. We never had time for them in Santa Ana.
"What's for breakfast?" I ask once more.
"IHOP." she replies. We landed in Denver for some breakfast. I guess Percy and Annabeth got a table for themselves. Lovebirds. I open the ship's refrigerator and find a burger. In-N-Out. It reads: To Stan, sorry I dragged you into this, Percy.
How nice. The burger was tasty and so were the fries. We're off to Detroit, I heard.
Oh, crap, I just remembered, this doesn't show you how to jack a plane. Or, maybe it does, I don't know.

Notes

Comments

Sorry for the typo in chapter five. It should be "He pushed me" Sorry

demetersson15 demetersson15
12/18/16

I gizoogled this chapter, and that line that Percy says "I'm not a weed guy." translates to "But I ain't a chronic mo****f*****"" Cool right?

demetersson15 demetersson15
11/13/16