Maggie-face The Writer [ O P E N ] Since Dean is Being a Butt

I was sitting in a sandbox the day I met Ethan. He was a lonely african-american boy, and I was a little white girl just playing with her toy doll in the dirt.

My pen danced over the paper, barely having time to pause. My thoughts seemed to fly out my mouth from my head as I whispered each word I scrawled down onto the paper. Suddenly my reading glasses slipped off the end of my nose and hit the ground. I groaned and hoped they didn't break. They'd be the third pair this week. Not that I always wore them, just when I was reading or writing.

I took the notebook off my lap and set it in the seat next to me and I bent down to retrieve the glasses from under the seat. I got off the seat and bent over to feel around the underneath side of the seat; they seemed to have fallen in the crevice of the seat. I groaned. I needed these! Aha! I thought as my fingers grazed the smooth surface of the lense.

Sitting back down with a thud, I noticed the knees of my sweatpants from PINK were dirty. Oh well. I was wearing my slouchie Green Bay Packers large jersey and my UGG mocasins and I had my hair up in a loose high-pony-tail. I had my period today, so I bet I looked awful. Well that was why I came here. To escape people. With a bag of potatoe chips. Which I retrieved from my bag when I remembered that I had kidnapped them from the mess hall.

I pulled open the bag happily and pulled a chip out. "Ah..." I sighed with contentment as the salty flavor instantly cleansed my tounge of the aftertaste of my breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and toast. A classic, all-american breakfast.

((Outfit!))

MEANIE :(

DUDE. I. WAIT. A. WEEK. AND. THAT'S. ALL. YOU. EFFING. POST?!

I walk into the ampitheater with my iPod blasting East Jesus Nowhere, looking like I walked straight out of an ad for Hot Topic. I had my Paramore shirt on, with patched jeans, Monster Energy hat, and a blue and black belt. I also was wearing my Free Hugs band with my sweatshirt unzipped. "A fire burns today, of blasphemy and genocide!" I practically yell, my voice echoing, along with my music, around the empty ampitheater.

But then I notice I wasn't the only one. I notice there was another girl, I couldn't really tell her age by the distance I was standing. But what I did know is that she was a daughter of Aphrodite. I smile wide, and flounce over to her. I wasn't embarrased by my singing; life goes on. "Hi!" I say lively. I noticed that she had a bag of chips. It just reminded me who hungry I was.

~OUTFIT. CLICKIE.~

"AH!" I screamed jumping out of my seat and trying to assume a fighting position. Instead my glasses had flung off my nose and I had landed painfully on my butt. "Jesus Christ! Thanks for making me pee against my will." I groaned as I stood up slowly.

I dusted the seat of my pants off with the palms of my hands and picked up my glasses. I frowned at the girl and her choice of music. I didn't like Green Day. I was more of a...Mozart person.

Sighing, I shook my hands off and raised an eyebrow. "I'm Maggie. Unclaimed." I nodded like it was something unimportant. It really wasn't. At least, to me it was. I'd heard around camp that a lot of kids weren't claimed. That was cool with me. I, for one, didn't want to know who my mother was.

I smile wide. "Cool. You look like an Aphrodite kid. Or maybe a Hecate. Then you'd be my sister." I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear, then smile. "I'm Kaitlin. Y'know, Maggie's a cool name. Did you ever want to change your name? I like the name Kylie."

I groaned unintentionally. "That's what everyone says!" I exclaimed as I rolled my eyes again. I sat back down in the chair and sighed, "I don't even wanna find out who my god parent is. I couldn't care less about her. She left my dad all alone and he had to raise me on his own. So I don't care about her. An eye for an eye."

I narrowed my eyes at the ceiling. As if the ceiling were my mother, or something, and that she could see me scowling at her. Even though I didn't know her...I already hated her. "If it was Aphrodite, I'd shoot myself. I'd love it if it were Hecate or something. 'Cause maybe then I could cast spells like Harry Potter." I grinned at my joke.

I personally hoped I didn't offend her with the HP joke. I'd only hurt one dude's feelings. I mean, I didn't know it would be that bad. I really needed to learn before I spoke.

I laugh. "Nice. Not the first time I've heard that one, but it's funny." I grin at her. We could be pretty good friends, if we tried. But I had to take her to a club or something. Introduce her to punk.