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dive for it but missed. Then Dylan’s large hand punched through the bush and caught it, just inches from the ground, in the nick of time.
I screamed. He screamed. We all screamed.
“Where did you come from?” I shouted.
“Ow, are you trying to kill me?” he asked.
“Are you trying to stalk me?”
“Huh?” He looked dazed and wobbly. Yet he had managed to catch the camera. Impressive, considering the massive tumble he’d taken.
“What are you doing here, anyway? I told you, I don’t want to go out. I told you I would see you in school,” I said, sounding a little harsher than I felt.
“You don’t have to be mean,” he said, getting up off the ground and shaking the twigs out of his hair. He had a small scrape across his perfect nose.
“And you don’t have to follow me around everywhere I go,” I retorted.
“Following you? Following you? Why, I’m out filming the sights and sounds of our fair town. There’s lots of excitement on your very own Castalia Way.”
“Lots of excitement? On our street? I don’t think so.” Our street was just a collection of quiet, cute little houses, green lawns, and front porches.
“It’s true, and I’m not talking about your incredible skating abilities.”
“Hey. That was sarcasm—I’d recognize it anywhere.”
“Don’t you like sarcasm, Thalia, and teasing?”
“Hardly.”
“Hardly?”
“Yes, hardly. See, you think you know me, but you don’t,” I said.
“Ah, well, in that case, would you like me to let you in on the excitement on Castalia Way?”
“I don’t care, whatever. Sure.”
“Your neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Hall, are the proud owners of a dragon.”
“Yeah, so,” I said, but the fact was, I was all aflutter inside. We had giants back home. Monsters, too. And I’d heard a story or two about Daddy battling a dragon or three, but I’d never actually seen one with my very own eyes.
“I just thought you’d get a kick out of it, that’s all. Apparently it’s a variety called a Komodo dragon and it’s totally illegal to own one.”
“Yeah…dragons…huh?”
“And it can eat a whole pig in one sitting. And I’m sure it will spit fire. Maybe it can fly! Youwant to join me? I’m going over there to check it out.”
“Nah, I’m busy.” But I wasn’t. And I wanted to see a real, live dragon. Maybe after he was gone, I thought. Yes, later. I could wait.
“Suit yourself,” he said, and turned and walked away, the smile still on his face.
“Stalker!” I called after him with a small smile.
“Coward!” he called back to me. With a smile, but did it matter?
I picked up my board and headed back to the house. But try as I might, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Dylan’s excitement over the fun side of life was adorable, even if it was infuriating.
And he pushed my buttons better than…better than…oh, rats! Maybe better than even Apollo.
Thalia and Dylan, well, isn’t that nice?
We’d love it if our hearts weren’t colder than ice.
But since we are evil, our plan must go on,
We will not settle till Dylan is gone.
In the meantime, though, we have deeds we must do
Because from the bushes we’ve seen what we want to:
That Dylan, while godly, is a bit of a klutz,
Now all we need is to make him mess up.
What we have in store will do two jobs in one,
And all will be ruined, oh, isn’t it fun?
Dylan will destroy his chance with his mate,
And Thalia will fail, yes, that is her fate!
The girls will be banished to Hades for sure,
And those simpering Muses will plague us no more!
E LEVEN
E ra here. So yes, I admit it, it wasn’t the brightest idea to take this class. On Sunday, when I could have been in my best frilly nightgown, deep under the covers of my fluffy bed, I instead found myself outside, running for what seemed like eternity in the rain. No, not just rain, a dramatic downpour. I wore clothes that only Thalia would be caught dead in—baggy pants meant for sweating and
I screamed. He screamed. We all screamed.
“Where did you come from?” I shouted.
“Ow, are you trying to kill me?” he asked.
“Are you trying to stalk me?”
“Huh?” He looked dazed and wobbly. Yet he had managed to catch the camera. Impressive, considering the massive tumble he’d taken.
“What are you doing here, anyway? I told you, I don’t want to go out. I told you I would see you in school,” I said, sounding a little harsher than I felt.
“You don’t have to be mean,” he said, getting up off the ground and shaking the twigs out of his hair. He had a small scrape across his perfect nose.
“And you don’t have to follow me around everywhere I go,” I retorted.
“Following you? Following you? Why, I’m out filming the sights and sounds of our fair town. There’s lots of excitement on your very own Castalia Way.”
“Lots of excitement? On our street? I don’t think so.” Our street was just a collection of quiet, cute little houses, green lawns, and front porches.
“It’s true, and I’m not talking about your incredible skating abilities.”
“Hey. That was sarcasm—I’d recognize it anywhere.”
“Don’t you like sarcasm, Thalia, and teasing?”
“Hardly.”
“Hardly?”
“Yes, hardly. See, you think you know me, but you don’t,” I said.
“Ah, well, in that case, would you like me to let you in on the excitement on Castalia Way?”
“I don’t care, whatever. Sure.”
“Your neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Hall, are the proud owners of a dragon.”
“Yeah, so,” I said, but the fact was, I was all aflutter inside. We had giants back home. Monsters, too. And I’d heard a story or two about Daddy battling a dragon or three, but I’d never actually seen one with my very own eyes.
“I just thought you’d get a kick out of it, that’s all. Apparently it’s a variety called a Komodo dragon and it’s totally illegal to own one.”
“Yeah…dragons…huh?”
“And it can eat a whole pig in one sitting. And I’m sure it will spit fire. Maybe it can fly! Youwant to join me? I’m going over there to check it out.”
“Nah, I’m busy.” But I wasn’t. And I wanted to see a real, live dragon. Maybe after he was gone, I thought. Yes, later. I could wait.
“Suit yourself,” he said, and turned and walked away, the smile still on his face.
“Stalker!” I called after him with a small smile.
“Coward!” he called back to me. With a smile, but did it matter?
I picked up my board and headed back to the house. But try as I might, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Dylan’s excitement over the fun side of life was adorable, even if it was infuriating.
And he pushed my buttons better than…better than…oh, rats! Maybe better than even Apollo.
Thalia and Dylan, well, isn’t that nice?
We’d love it if our hearts weren’t colder than ice.
But since we are evil, our plan must go on,
We will not settle till Dylan is gone.
In the meantime, though, we have deeds we must do
Because from the bushes we’ve seen what we want to:
That Dylan, while godly, is a bit of a klutz,
Now all we need is to make him mess up.
What we have in store will do two jobs in one,
And all will be ruined, oh, isn’t it fun?
Dylan will destroy his chance with his mate,
And Thalia will fail, yes, that is her fate!
The girls will be banished to Hades for sure,
And those simpering Muses will plague us no more!
E LEVEN
E ra here. So yes, I admit it, it wasn’t the brightest idea to take this class. On Sunday, when I could have been in my best frilly nightgown, deep under the covers of my fluffy bed, I instead found myself outside, running for what seemed like eternity in the rain. No, not just rain, a dramatic downpour. I wore clothes that only Thalia would be caught dead in—baggy pants meant for sweating and
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