Hey, ugly!" Annabeth yelled. I hoped she was talking to the giant, not me.
I'm Dylan. I'm so cool. I want to date myself, but I don't know how! You want to date me instead? You're so lucky!
Hope does not leave without being given permission.
There!" Apollo pointed. "Long Island, dead ahead. Let's slow down, dear. 'Dead' is only an expression.
It’s hard to look in charge when you’re hunched over like Quasimodo.
Two farewell gifts," Sadie muttered, "from two gorgeous guys. I hate my life.