The beautiful, bubbly, benevolent Bailey has decided to grace us with a guest blog of the continuation of The Best Dream Ever!
Her original blogger is
http://universeofthougt.blogspot.com
It's a private blog though, so you might want to get on her good side. ;)
Joking aside, here is her masterpiece!
And yes, I will be continuing it. >:)
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Part two of The Best Dream Ever
As told by Bailey, Daughter of Hades
“I recently lost my iPhone.” The sentence has an air of accusation at the few last words. I groan inwardly as Erin gives a begging look to Lauren.
“Dad, um, well, the thing is that we’re kind of busy with some…stuff…that’s really important. I don’t think we can find your iPhone for you, this time.” Lauren says as kindly as possible. Zeus’ triumphant grin turns into a deep scowl and he looks between the three of us. I’ve always been surprised by the look of the head leader of the Greek Gods. Before I met him, admittedly, I had always imagined him to look like a fat, ugly, Santa Claus; but surprisingly he looks like an aged version of Ryan Gosling.
“What could possibly be more important then doing a deed for your father, Lauren?” Zeus roars. I glance around the room and see Aphrodite flinch as she takes out a pocket mirror and examines her reflection.
“How DARE you insult me that way!” He points a finger our way and I'm afraid Lauren will be sizzled to a dark, measly pile of ash when a wave of water hits Zeus in the face.
“Now, now. Calm down, Zeus, my wise brother.” Poseidon’s deep voice wanders through the air. “Was that really necessary to shout at your daughter who just got your iPad for you?” Zeus’ dripping face slouches.
“You’re right.” He mutters. “Jeez, lay off seashell breath.” Poseidon’s calm face lays emotionless. Suddenly, the room goes silent. The temperature decreases and I jump as a rough hand clamps me on my shoulder.
“BAILEY!” A loud voice booms from above me. My father. I am still unhappy that he has banned me from seeing Nico and to respond I turn around and stomp on his foot.
“YOW! YOU LITTLE…” he shouts. I hear Erin snort and not until my father gave her a look of death did she immediately turn it into a cough.
“Father,” I say, evenly. “Good evening.” My father, who has regained his composure, wipes his hands across his very modern jeans and walks to sit on his throne next to the silent Poseidon. Lauren and Erin stand awkwardly watching my father and I with wary glances.
“I can’t believe you BANNED me from ever seeing NICO, again!” I hiss. My father’s face wrinkles in disgust.
“He is your brother,” He hisses back.
“I know,” I say. “But why does it even matter? We’ve only known each other for all of 10 minutes. I didn’t even know I had a brother.”
“You sound just like Hazel,” My father says, crossing his arms.
“Hazel?” I snarl. “I am an individual! I don’t even look like my half-sister.”
“Not now, Bailey,” I hear Lauren mutter.
“Wouldn’t you rather be with Leo?” My father asks, with mock concern.
“EWWW!” I yell. “Gross! Sick! Scandalous!”
“Ouch,” Hephaestus says aloud.
“Yeah, Dad,” I say. “Why don’t you just stick your head in a pot full of poop from the dead?” I hear a snicker and look to see Zeus covering a smile with his large hand.
“OKAY!” Poseidon says loudly enough that Zeus stops laughing and I forget what and who I am angry at. “Why don’t we all just please calm down? Zeus, are we really going to make our children find your lost iPhone? It could be anywhere and then haven’t yet completed their training at Camp Half-Blood.” Zeus smirks a smirk that shows no mercy whatsoever. A piece of lightning sizzles out of his beard and hits the imperial floor.
“Of course, Poseidon. Be wise, brother.” He rubs his hands together like an evil villain. “All in favor of these three demigods finding my iPhone say ‘I’.” At least three-fourths of the of the room’s occupants answer with scattered "I"s.
“They insulted my son!” Hephaestus yells, waving a hammer in the sky. He accidentally lets it go and it spins out of line, hitting the wall above Zeus’ head, and dropping to the floor with a loud metallic bang.
“Hephaestus! Watch where you throw your weapons, son!” Zeus yells. I look up at my father and try to glare at him through my anger.
“This is only the beginning of your punishment, Bailey!” My father yells joyfully. His voice sounds miles away. Several of the other gods and goddesses join in the shouting, Zeus the loudest and proudest of all. Poseidon changes into a bottle of water.
“They insulted me!” Ares yells. Everyone blinks except Poseidon.
“How?” Erin asks.
“I don’t know,” Ares says. “I just have a bad feeling about you three.”
Several minutes later Erin, Lauren, and I shuffle out of the room, held down from despair of what might be coming next in our journey of Zeus’ lost iPhone.
“Hey Bro!” I hear my father call to Zeus. “Can I borrow that iPad thing of yours? I want a chance to play Tap-Tap! I totally rock the Justin Bieber song.”
The following days after our call to find Zeus’ iPhone we decide to return to Camp Half-Blood to stock up on supplies. We decide to visit our cabins since we’ve never seen them before. First we visit Erin’s, which smells strongly of seaweed. There are two small brass beds; one has boy clothes thrown on top and pictures of a blond girl pinned to the wall next to it.
“So that’s what Annabeth is supposed to look like. She looks nothing like the movie version!” Erin says. She steals the trident from the statue of her father and we then walk to Lauren’s. There's hardly anything in hers except three beds and a poster that says in large writing, 'YOU MUST FORGE YOUR OWN PATH FOR IT TO MEAN ANYTHING.' We enter and depart from the room within a few minutes. From there we go to my cabin. As we enter I can’t help but nose my way around the room, searching from anything of Nico. I find nothing but a scuffed pair of sneakers and a collection of figurines that represented the gods and goddesses.
“Let’s go,” Lauren says. Erin looks at me sympathetically. We make our way through the camp muttering hellos to the Travis brothers and other campers. We ride a crowded bus to the inlands of New York and at noon stop at a sandwich shop.
“We should really start planning,” Erin says as she takes a bite from her meal. “We won’t get anywhere without planning first.” Lauren and I agree with nods. I feel the door of the shop open and cold wind tickle my neck. A tall figure passes but I don’t look up from my sandwich. Lauren and Erin are deep in conversation about our plans.
“Bay,” Erin says, breaking my silence. “Would you be so kind and ask if we can borrow a pen from the cashier?”
“Sure,” I say and scoot my chair out from under the table. I walk to the front and open my mouth but before I can say anything the cashier looks from counting his money and flashes me a smirk.
“Boss wants in the back,” He says.
“Oh, I don’t work here or anything, I just wanted to…” I drift off as the person glares at me.
“Boss says he wants you in the back,” He hisses. I shiver and look at the table where Lauren and Erin are sitting.
“Whatever,” I say. “Where is the back? I’ll give him a piece of my mind.” The cashier points to a door behind us and I shrug and walk to it, shouldering it open. It is disturbingly dark and there is no noise. I hear something moving my way and try to open the doors to escape. My fingers slip and I feel something slip in front of me.
“Whoever you are and whatever you want, I don’t care. Just get away from me,” I say. Suddenly the room grows bright and I stare at a wide kitchen. I whip my head around, trying to find whoever was in front of me. What the heck?
“Miss me, Bailey?” A familiar voice whispers. I jump and turn my head to the side my eyes settling on a handsome teenage boy who leans against the sink. His hair is long and dark and has a fringe style. He wears a smug smile and his eyes are a light blue. Is that…no it couldn’t be. It is.
“Nico?” I gasp out. My 13-year-old brother stands in front of me.
TO BE CONTINUED!
*MANICAL LAUGH*
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