The next morning Y/N ate a depressing breakfast by himself at the Hera table.
After breakfast, he and Annabeth walked down to inspect the cabins. Actually, it was Annabeth's turn for inspection. His morning chore was to sort through reports for Chiron. But since they both hated their jobs, they decided to do them together so it wouldn't be so heinous.
They started at the Hera cabin, which was basically just Y/N. He'd made his bed that morning, straightened the Amphisbaena fang on the wall, and dusted the statue of his mother at the center of the room, so he gave himself a four out of five.
Annabeth made a face. "You're being generous." She used the end of her pencil to pick up an old pair of running shorts.
He snatched them and threw them under his bed. "You think so? I don't. I feel like I'm very fair."
Annabeth rolled her eyes, but he could tell she was amused. They moved along.
They tried to skim through Chiron's stack of reports as they walked. There were messages from demigods, nature spirits, and satyrs all around the country, writing about the latest monster activity. They were pretty depressing, and their ADHD brains did not like concentrating on depressing stuff.
Little battles were raging everywhere. Camp recruitment was down to zero. Satyrs were having trouble finding new demigods and bringing them to Half-Blood Hill because so many monsters were roaming the country. Thalia, who led the Hunters of Artemis, hadn't been heard from in months, and if Artemis knew what had happened to them, she wasn't sharing information.
They visited the Aphrodite cabin, which of course got a five out of five. The beds were perfectly made. The clothes in everyone's footlockers were color coordinated. Fresh flowers bloomed on the windowsills. Y/N was of the opinion to dock a point because the whole place reeked of designer perfume, but Annabeth ignored him.
"Great job as usual, Silena," Annabeth said.
Silena nodded listlessly. The wall behind her was decorated with pictures of Beckendorf. She sat on her bunk with a box of chocolates on her lap, and Y/N remembered that her dad owned a chocolate store in the Village, which was how he'd caught the attention of Aphrodite.
"You want a bonbon?" Silena asked. "My dad sent them. He thought—he thought they might cheer me up."
"Are they any good?" Y/N asked.
She shook her head. "They taste like cardboard."
"My favorites," he said, and he tried one.
Annabeth passed. They promised to see Silena later and kept going.
As they crossed the commons area, a fight broke out between the Ares and Apollo cabins. Some Apollo campers armed with firebombs flew over the Ares cabin in a chariot pulled by two pegasi. Soon, the roof of the Ares cabin was burning, and naiads from the canoe lake rushed over to blow water on it.
Then the Ares campers called down a curse, and all the Apollo kids' arrows turned to rubber. The Apollo kids kept shooting at the Ares kids, but the arrows bounced off.
Two archers ran by, chased by an angry Ares kid who was yelling in poetry: "Curse me, eh? I'll make you pay! / I don't want to rhyme all day!"
"Again?" Y/N exclaimed. "I warn you, I won't go fetch that syrup for you!"
Annabeth pulled him by the arm and they ducked as Michael Yew's chariot dive-bombed an Ares camper. The Ares camper tried to stab him and cuss him out in rhyming couplets. He was pretty creative about rhyming those cuss words.
"I've had it up to here with their bloody chariot," Y/N muttered.
"They'll get over it," Annabeth said. "Clarisse will come to her senses."
He glanced at the Ares cabin. "I'm not so sure. Doesn't sound like the Clarisse I know."
They scanned more reports and they inspected a few more cabins. Demeter got a four. Hephaestus got a three and probably should've gotten lower, but with Beckendorf being gone and all, they cut them some slack. Hermes got a two, which was no surprise. All campers who didn't know their godly parentage were shoved into the Hermes cabin, and since the gods were kind of forgetful, that cabin was always overcrowded.
Y/N tried to see if Nico di Angelo was there. Nico was only a twelve-year-old boy, but he looked much older. He was pretty easy to spot at camp since everyone wore the classic orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt but he wore black from head to toe—black hair, a black aviator's jacket, black jeans, black shoes, and black T-shirts (usually with dancing skeletons on them, like one of those Day of the Dead pictures).
But Nico wasn't there. He'd been at camp for two years, but he always stayed away from the others. He was the son of Hades, the god of the Underworld. And in his book, children of Hades couldn't get along with other demigods, the same way that Hades couldn't get along with the other gods.
Seeing Y/N looking for something inside the Hermes cabin, Annabeth must've read his mind. "He's probably somewhere else. By the lake, perhaps, or in the woods."
"That's what worries me. What if he tried to run away?"
"Don't say that. He's not a prisoner."
He sighed. "I know. But what if he decided he doesn't want to stay at camp for good?"
Finally they got to Athena's cabin, which was orderly and clean as usual. Books were straightened on the shelves. The armor was polished. Battle maps and blueprints decorated the walls. Only Annabeth's bunk was messy. It was covered in papers, and her silver laptop was still running.
"Vlacas," Annabeth muttered, which was basically calling herself an idiot in Greek.
Her second-in-command, Malcolm, suppressed a smile. "Yeah, um . . . we cleaned everything else. Didn't know if it was safe to move your notes."
That was probably smart. Annabeth had a bronze knife that she reserved just for monsters and people who messed with her stuff.
Malcolm grinned at Y/N. "We'll wait outside while you finish the inspection." The Athena campers filled out the door while Annabeth cleaned up her bunk.
Y/N pretended to go through some more reports. Technically, even on inspection, it was against camp rules for two campers to be . . . let's say, alone in a cabin.
That rule had come up a lot when Silena and Beckendorf started dating. You would've thought, all demigods being related on the godly side, that would be what made things gross. But the thing is, the godly side of their family doesn't count, genetically speaking, since gods don't have DNA. A demigod would never think about dating someone who had the same godly parent. Two kids from Athena cabin? No way. But a daughter of Aphrodite and a son of Hephaestus? They're not related. So it's no problem.
Anyway, for some strange reason Y/N was thinking about this as he watched Annabeth straighten up. She closed her laptop, which had been given to her as a gift from the inventor Daedalus last summer.
"Get any good info from that thing?" he asked.
"Too much," she said. "Daedalus had so many ideas, I could spend fifty years just trying to figure them all out."
She shuffled her paper—mostly drawings of buildings and a bunch of handwritten notes. She wanted to be an architect someday, but better not to ask what she was working on. She would start talking about angles and load-bearing joints until your eyes glazed over.
"You know. . . ." She brushed her hair behind her ear; she did that whenever she was nervous. "This whole thing with Beckendorf and Silena. It kind of makes you think. About . . . what's important. About losing people who are important."
He nodded. His brain started seizing on little random details, like the fact that she was wearing those silver owl earrings from her dad.
"As long as you're fine," he said.
They got closer. When he kissed her, he had the feeling his brain was melting right through his body.
He could've stayed that way forever, except he heard giggles coming from behind.
He turned his head. Through the window, he could see the other Athena kids were all smiles. Some of them tried to play innocent, but most just watched with playful smiles.
Annabeth blushed. "They're insufferable!"
She stared at her inspection scroll, trying to hide her face. "Three out of five," she muttered, "for a sloppy head counselor. Come on. Let's finish your reports and get back to Chiron."
On the way to the Big House, they read the last report, which was handwritten on a maple leaf from a satyr in Canada.
"'Dear Grover,'" Y/N read aloud. "'Woods outside Toronto attacked by giant evil badger. Tried to do as you suggested and summon power of Pan. No effect. Many naiads' trees destroyed. Retreating to Ottawa. Please advise. Where are you? —Gleeson Hedge, protector.'"
Annabeth grimaced. "You haven't heard anything from him?"
He shook his head dejectedly. "No. But Grover can't be dead, otherwise Percy would've gone nuts. You know, with their empathy link."
Ever since last summer when the god Pan had died, Grover had been drifting farther and farther away. The Council of Cloven Elders treated him like an outcast, but Grover still traveled all over the East Coast, trying to spread the word about Pan and convince nature spirits to protect their own little bits of the wild. He'd only come back to camp a few times to see his girlfriend, Juniper.
Last Y/N had heard Grover was in Central Park organizing the dryads, but nobody had seen or heard from him in two months. They'd tried to send Iris-messages. They never got through. Percy had that empathy link with Grover, so if anything bad happened to him they would know. Bad news: if Grover died, Percy might be killed too.
What a happy thought.
That afternoon they had an assembly at the campfire to burn Beckendorf's burial shroud and say their good-byes. Even the Ares and Apollo cabins called a temporary truce to attend.
Beckendorf's shroud was made out of metal links, like chain mail. Y/N didn't see how it would burn, but the Fates must've been helping out. The metal melted in the fire and turned to golden smoke, which rose into the sky. The campfire flames always reflected the campers' mood, and today they burned black.
Y/N hoped Beckendorf's spirit would end up in Elysium. Maybe he'd even choose to be reborn and try for Elysium in three different lifetimes so he could reach the Isles of the Blest, which was like the Underworld's ultimate party headquarters. If anyone deserved it, Beckendorf did.
Most of the campers drifted off to their afternoon activities. Y/N just stood there staring at the dying fire, with Annabeth, Ethan, and Percy by his side. Silena sat nearby crying, while Clarisse and her boyfriend, Chris Rodriguez, tried to comfort her.
Finally Y/N and the others got up the nerve to walk over.
"Hey, Silena," Ethan said softly. "How do you feel?"
Silena sniffled. Clarisse glared at Ethan, but she always glared at everyone. Chris would barely look at them. He'd been one of Luke's men until Clarisse rescued him from the Labyrinth last summer, and he still felt guilty about it.
Ethan ignored Clarisse. "Silena, you know, Beckendorf carried your picture. He looked at it right before we went into battle. You meant a lot to him. You made the last year the best of his life."
Silena sobbed.
"Good work, Ethan," Clarisse muttered.
"No, it's all right," Silena said. "Thank . . . thank you, Ethan. I should go."
"You want company?" Clarisse asked.
Silena shook her head and ran off.
"She's stronger than she looks," Clarisse muttered, almost to herself. "She'll survive."
"You could help with that," Percy suggested. "You could honor Beckendorf's memory by fighting with us."
Clarisse went for her knife, but Y/N raised his hand. "Whoa! Calm down. We're not going to fight each other."
"Then tell Percy to shut up, punk," Clarisse growled. "That war's not my problem. My cabin doesn't get honor, I don't fight."
Y/N noticed she wasn't speaking in rhymes. Maybe she hadn't been around when her cabinmates got cursed a second time.
"You owe us one," Percy told Clarisse. "You'd be rotting in a Cyclops's cave in the Sea of Monsters if it wasn't for Y/N, Ethan, Annabeth, and me."
Clarisse clenched her jaw. "Y/N, if you don't tell him to shut it—"
"It's not up to me to tell Percy what he's got to think," he said.
She grunted. "Any other favor. Not this. The Ares cabin has been dissed too many times. And don't think I don't know what people say about me behind my back."
A little devil in Y/N's mind wanted to say, Well, it's true. But he bit his tongue.
"So what—you're just going to let Kronos crush us?" Percy asked.
"If you want my help so bad, tell Apollo to give us the chariot."
"You're such a big baby."
Clarisse charged Percy, but Chris got between them. "Whoa, guys," he said. "Clarisse, you know, maybe he's got a point."
She sneered at him. "Not you too!"
She trudged off with Chris at her heels. "Hey, wait! I just meant—Clarisse, wait!"
Y/N watched the last spark from Beckendorf's fire curl into the afternoon sky.
"Percy," Annabeth said sternly, "you really need to learn when to shut your mouth."
"But you know I'm right!"
"Yes," she admitted. "But Clarisse won't fight with us if you bully her."
"I'm going to the arena," Y/N said. "You come?"
"I have to help Malcolm," Annabeth said. She didn't look like she wanted to go, but she didn't have a choice either. She walked away toward the cabins.
"I've got to see someone," Ethan said. "Next time." He trotted off toward the canoe lake.
Y/N barked a laugh. "Another nymph?"
Ethan turned around and stuck his tongue out. Then he went away.
Y/N turned to Percy. "Well, seems it's just you and me. Let's say hi to an old friend."
Mrs. O'Leary saw them before they saw her, which was a pretty good trick considering she was the size of a garbage truck. Y/N and Percy walked into the arena, and a wall of darkness slammed into them.
"WOOF!"
The next thing they knew they were flat on the ground with a huge paw on their chests and an oversized scouring pad licking their faces.
"Ow!" Y/N said. "Hey, girl. Good to see you too. Ow!"
It took a few minutes for Mrs. O'Leary to calm down and get off them. By then they were pretty much drenched in dog drool. She wanted to play fetch, so Percy picked up a bronze shield and tossed it across the arena.
By the way, Mrs. O'Leary was the world's only friendly hellhound. Y/N had promised her previous owner, Daedalus, that they'd take good care of her here at camp. So she lived here, and Y/N and Beckendorf took care of her . . . well, Beckendorf used to take care of her. He had smelted Mrs. O'Leary's favorite bronze chewing bone. He'd forged her collar with a little smiley face and a crossbones name tag. Next to Y/N, Beckendorf had been her best friend.
Thinking about that made Y/N sad all over again, and he let Percy throw the shield a few more times because Mrs. O'Leary insisted.
Soon she started barking—a sound slightly louder than an artillery gun—as if she needed to go for a walk. The other campers didn't think it was funny when she went to the bathroom in the arena. It had caused more than one unfortunate slip-and-slide accident. So Y/N opened the gates of the arena, and she bounded straight toward the woods.
Y/N and Percy jogged after her, not too concerned that she was getting ahead. Nothing in the woods could threaten Mrs. O'Leary. Even the dragons and giant scorpions ran away when she came close.
When they finally tracked her down, she wasn't using the facilities. She was in the familiar clearing where the Council of Cloven Elders had once put Grover on trial. The place didn't look so good. The grass had turned yellow. The three topiary thrones had lost all their leaves. But that wasn't what surprised Y/N. In the middle of the glade stood the weirdest trio he'd ever seen: Juniper the tree nymph, Nico di Angelo, and a very old, very fat satyr.
Nico was the only one who didn't seem freaked out by Mrs. O'Leary's appearance. His Stygian iron sword hung at his side.
He nodded when he saw Y/N, then went back to scratching Mrs. O'Leary's ears. She sniffed his legs as if he were the most interesting thing since rib-eye steaks.
The old satyr didn't look nearly so happy. "Will someone—what is this underworld creature doing in my forest!" He waved his arms and trotted on his hooves as if the grass were hot. "You there, Y/N L/N and Percy Jackson! Is this your beast?"
"Sorry, Leneus," Percy said. "That's your name, right?"
The satyr rolled his eyes. His fur was dust-bunny gray, and a spiderweb grew between his horns. His belly would've made him an invincible bumper car. "Well, of course I'm Leneus. Don't tell me you've forgotten a member of the Council so quickly. Now, call off your beast!"
"WOOF!" Mrs. O'Leary said happily.
The old satyr gulped. "Make it go away! Juniper, I will not help you under these circumstances!"
Juniper turned toward Y/N and Percy. She was pretty in a dryad-y way, with her purple gossamer dress and her elfish face, but her eyes were green-tinted with chlorophyll from her crying.
"I was just asking about Grover," she sniffled. "I know something's happened. He wouldn't stay gone this long if he wasn't in trouble. I was hoping Leneus—"
"I told you!" the satyr protested. "You are better off without that traitor."
Juniper stamped her foot. "He is not a traitor! He's the best satyr ever, and I want to know where he is!"
"WOOF!"
Leneus's knees started knocking. "I . . . I won't answer questions with this hellhound sniffing my tail!"
Nico looked like he was trying not to crack up. "I'll walk the dog," he volunteered.
He whistled, and Mrs. O'Leary bounded after him to the far end of the grove.
Leneus huffed indignantly and brushed the twigs off his shirt. "Now, as I was trying to explain, young lady, your boyfriend has not sent any reports since we voted him into exile."
"You tried to vote him into exile," Y/N corrected. "Chiron and Mr. D stopped you."
"Bah! They are honorary Council members. It wasn't a proper vote."
"I'll tell Dionysus you said that."
Leneus paled. "I only meant. . . . Now see here, L/N. This is none of your business."
"Grover is Percy's friend," Y/N said. "And mine. He wasn't lying to you about Pan's death. We saw it ourselves. You are just too scared to accept the truth."
Leneus's lips quivered. "No! Grover's a liar and good riddance. We're better off without him."
Y/N pointed at the withered thrones. "If things are going so well, where are your friends? Looks like your Council hasn't been meeting lately."
"Maron and Silenus . . . I . . . I'm sure they'll be back," Leneus said, but Y/N could hear the panic in his voice. "They're just taking some time off to think. It's been a very unsettling year."
"It's going to get a lot more unsettling," Y/N promised.
"Leneus, we need Grover," Percy said. "There's got to be a way you can find him with your magic."
The old satyr's eye twitched. "I'm telling you, I've heard nothing. Perhaps he's dead."
Juniper choked back a sob.
"He's not dead," Percy said. "I can feel that much."
"Empathy links," Leneus said disdainfully. "Very unreliable."
"So ask around," Y/N insisted. "Find him. There's a war coming. Grover was preparing the nature spirits."
"Without my permission! And it's not our war."
Y/N grabbed Leneus by the shirt and lifted him above the ground, which was far easier than he'd thought it'd be. "Listen, Leneus. When Kronos attacks, he's going to have packs of hellhounds. He's going to destroy everything in his path—mortals, gods, demigods. Do you think he'll let the satyrs go free? You're supposed to be a leader. So LEAD. Get out there and see what's happening. Find Grover and bring Juniper some news. Now, GO!"
He didn't push Leneus very hard, but the satyr was kind of top-heavy. He fell on his furry rump, then scrambled to his hooves and ran away with his belly jiggling. "Grover will never be accepted! He will die an outcast!"
When he'd disappeared into the bushes, Juniper wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry, Y/N, Percy. I didn't mean to get you involved. Leneus is still a lord of the Wild. You don't want to make an enemy of him."
"No problem," Percy said. "We've got worse enemies than overweight satyrs."
Nico walked back to them. "Good job, Y/N. Judging from the trail of goat pellets, I'd say you shook him up pretty well."
"Hey," Y/N said. "Did you come by just to see Juniper?"
Nico blushed. "Um, no. That was an accident. I kind of . . . dropped into the middle of their conversation."
"He scared us to death!" Juniper said. "Right out of the shadows. But, Nico, you are the son of Hades and all. Are you sure you haven't heard anything about Grover?"
Nico shifted his weight. "Juniper, like I tried to tell you . . . even if Grover died, he would reincarnate into something else in nature. I can't sense things like that, only mortal souls."
"But if you do hear anything?" she pleaded, putting her hand on his arm. "Anything at all?"
Nico's cheeks got even brighter red. "Uh, you bet. I'll keep my ears open."
"We'll find him, Juniper," Percy promised. "Grover's alive, I'm sure. There must be a reason why he hasn't contacted us."
She nodded glumly. "I hate not being able to leave the forest. He could be anywhere, and I'm stuck here waiting. Oh, if that silly goat has gotten himself hurt—"
Mrs. O'Leary bounded back over and took an interest in Juniper's dress.
Juniper yelped. "Oh, no you don't! I know about dogs and trees. I'm gone!"
She went poof into green mist. Mrs. O'Leary looked disappointed, but she lumbered off to find another target, leaving Y/N and Percy alone with Nico.
Nico tapped his sword on the ground. A tiny mound of animal bones erupted from the dirt. They knit themselves together into a skeletal field mouse and scampered off. "I was sorry to hear about Beckendorf."
"How did you know?" Y/N asked. "I couldn't find you anywhere."
"I talked to his ghost."
"Oh . . . right." Y/N would never get used to the fact that Nico spent more time talking with the dead than the living.
"Did he say anything?" Percy asked.
"He doesn't blame you. He figured you'd be beating yourself up, and he said you shouldn't."
"Is he going to try for rebirth?" Y/N said.
Nico shook his head. "He's staying in Elysium. Said he's waiting for someone. Not sure what he meant, but he seems okay with death."
It wasn't much comfort, but it was something.
"So you were in the Underworld," Y/N said. "What were you doing down there?"
Nico tugged at his sword belt. "Following a lead on . . . you know, my family."
Y/N nodded. He knew Nico's past was a painful subject. Until two years ago, he and his sister Bianca had been frozen in time at a place called the Lotus Hotel and Casino. They'd been there for about seventy years. Eventually a mysterious lawyer rescued them and checked them into a boarding school, but Nico had no memories of his life before the casino. He didn't know anything about his mother. He didn't know who the lawyer was, or why they'd been frozen in time or allowed to go free. After Bianca died and left Nico alone, he'd been obsessed with finding answers.
"So how did it go?" Y/N asked. "Any luck?"
"No," Nico murmured. "But I may have a new lead soon."
"What's the lead?"
Nico chewed his lip. "That's not important right now. There's something else I'd like to talk about." He turned to Percy. "You know why I'm here."
Y/N frowned at Percy, who seemed to understand what Nico was talking about.
"Nico, I don't know," he said. "It seems pretty extreme."
"You've got Typhon coming in, what . . . a week? Most of the other Titans are unleashed now and on Kronos's side. Maybe it's time to think extreme."
Percy looked back toward the camp.
"They're no match for the Titan army," Nico said. "You know that. This comes down to you and Luke. And there's only one way you can beat Luke."
"What are you talking about?" Y/N said.
Nico went on as if Y/N hadn't spoken. "We can give you the same power," he urged. "You heard the Great Prophecy. Unless you want to have your soul reaped by a cursed blade. . . ."
Y/N wondered how Nico had heard the prophecy—probably from some ghost.
"You can't prevent a prophecy," Percy said.
"But you can fight it." Nico had a hungry light in his eyes. "You can become invincible."
"Maybe we should wait. Try to fight without—"
"No!" Nico snarled. "It has to be now!"
Y/N stared at Nico. He had no idea why Nico reacted like that, but he hadn't seen his temper flare like that in a long time. "Um, whatever it is you're talking about, you sure you're okay?"
Nico took a deep breath. "Yeah, don't worry, Y/N." He turned to Percy. "Percy, all I mean . . . when the fighting starts, we won't be able to make the journey. This is our last chance. I'm sorry if I'm being too pushy, but two years ago my sister gave her life to protect you. I want you to honor that. Do whatever it takes to stay alive and defeat Kronos."
Y/N didn't like that. Then he thought about the fight aboard the Princess Andromeda. He'd been completely overwhelmed. Kronos almost killed him with a mere cut at the hand, and he couldn't even hurt him back. His blade had deflected against Luke's skin.
If Kronos attacked New York, the campers would be no match for his forces. Nico had talked about invincibility. Percy would need it.
Y/N glanced at Percy. He seemed afraid and eager at the same time.
"All right," Percy decided. "What do we do first?"
Nico's cold creepy smile made Y/N feel like Percy was right to be afraid. "First we'll need to retrace Luke's steps. We need to know more about his past, his childhood."
"Why do we need to know about that?" Percy asked.
"I'll explain when we get there," Nico said. "I've already tracked down his mother. She lives in Connecticut."
Y/N had never thought about Luke's mortal parent. Once he'd met his dad, Hermes, but his mom. . . .
"Luke ran away when he was really young," he said. "I didn't think his mom was alive."
"Oh, she's alive." The way Nico said it made him wonder what was wrong with her. What kind of horrible person could she be?
"Okay. . . ." Percy said. "So how do we get to Connecticut? I can call Blackjack—"
"No." Nico scowled. "Pegasi don't like me, and the feeling is mutual. But there's no need for flying." He whistled, and Mrs. O'Leary came loping out of the woods.
"Our friend can help." Nico patted her head. "You both haven't tried shadow travel yet?"
"You both?" Y/N said.
"Shadow travel?" Percy repeated.
Nico whispered in Mrs. O'Leary's ear. She tilted her head, suddenly alert.
"Hop on board," Nico told them.
"Because now I'm going too?" Y/N said.
"Don't you want to learn more about your worst enemy?"
No need to say more.
Y/N had never considered riding a dog before, but Mrs. O'Leary was certainly big enough. He climbed onto her back with Percy and held her collar.
"This will make her very tired," Nico warned, "so you can't do it often. And it works best at night. But all shadows are part of the same substance. There is only one darkness, and creatures of the Underworld can use it as a road, or a door."
"I don't understand," Percy said.
"No," Nico said. "It took me a long time to learn. But Mrs. O'Leary knows. Tell her where to go. Tell her Westport, the home of May Castellan."
"You're not coming?" Y/N asked.
"Don't worry," Nico said. "I'll meet you there."
Y/N was a little nervous, but he leaned down to Mrs. O'Leary's ear. "Okay, girl. Uh, can you take us to Westport, Connecticut? May Castellan's place?"
Mrs. O'Leary sniffed the air. She looked into the gloom of the forest. Then she bounded forward, straight into an oak tree.
Just before they hit, they passed into shadows as cold as the dark side of the moon.
A/N: Hey! Hope you liked the chapter.
Tomorrow's the start of term for me. And my friends and I got the brilliant idea of partying tonight. I don't know a better way to start the academic year. At least my first class is only at 11 am, so I'll have a bit of sleep. Hopefully, enough not to fall asleep in the middle of the afternoon XD
Anyway, hope you have a nice day.
See you next time and happy reading!