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[TRAVIS]
I lie in bed, waiting for the voice that screams my last name. I smirk at the thought. Pranking people radiates a sense of joy nothing else can.
I check my watch, it reads 7:55. Five more minutes. I knock on the top of Connor's bunk and wait as his head slowly emerges to look at me upside down.
I look at my watch again, two more minutes. I silently hold a two-up with my fingers. He smirks and I mirror it. Connor silently gets out of bed to put his shoes on. I already had.
The sun is halfway into view when something spoils the tranquillity.
"STOLLS!" I know that voice. Katie Gardener. As if on cue, campers leave their cabins like a flood. I look through the window. A crowd has already formed at cabin 4 to see a daily show.
As I and Connor emerge, we say words like, "'Scuse me" or "move, I wanna see what the reaction is today." Something along those lines.
We make it to the front. There she was... makeup like a clown. I laugh and so does Connor.
"So, did we... honk your horn today... malady?" She glared at me with a stare Annabeth would be proud of.
"So, we have archery in an hour, you gonna ride your unicycle?" Connor adds while laughing and we both wipe away tears of joy.
"IF YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY, THINK AGAIN! ONE MORE PRANK AND I'M GONNA..." She trailed off.
"What are you gonna do, plant flowers in our beds?" I say while laughing.
The daughter of Demeter looked ready to explode. I'm sure her face became red under the pounds of white makeup.
Good. We did our job.
Okay, so, as I have already said, this is just an edited version of Mission Tratie. The plot will still suck, and the chapters will have an average of about 300 words.
