Grover and Nico came back from their walk, and Grover helped me fix up my wounded arm. "It's green!" Nico said with delight.
I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong: Dear _______Peter Johnson__________.
Think positive girl, or the world ends.
Not inmune to engines huh? BOO-Yah!! -Leo
A truly great artist has many talents.
The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.