Bri walked into the big Barbie Dollhouse that she was told she was going to be living in. Almost as soon as she found Camp Half-Blood, she was claimed by the love goddess by a dove floating about her head and she was suddenly in a light grey dress and lite makeup. Bri had always hated make-up and dressing up and once she found out she couldn't take off the make-up (luckily she could change out of the dress), she was absolutely livid. Her face was almost red from trying to scrub the stuff off.
Now she was in the little clean house that looked like someone threw a bucket of pinkpuke paint everywhere. Let's just say, Bri was not exactly happy about who her mother ended up being. She would have preferred the lady who used to sit outside her school who stank of cow manure than Aphrodite.
She stood with her strawberry blonde hair that is fabulously done (despite all the dunks her head took to the lake) and some muddy jeans and a Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. Her backpack was slung over her shoulders, but it was mostly empty besides a few dollars, drachmas, and a can of spray cheese. The inside was even worse than the outside.
It was all neat (when Bri was usually a messy person) and all pink with pictures she faintly recognized as actors and models. The room seemed empty at first glance as Bri let out a sigh.
Now she was in the little clean house that looked like someone threw a bucket of pink
She stood with her strawberry blonde hair that is fabulously done (despite all the dunks her head took to the lake) and some muddy jeans and a Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. Her backpack was slung over her shoulders, but it was mostly empty besides a few dollars, drachmas, and a can of spray cheese. The inside was even worse than the outside.
It was all neat (when Bri was usually a messy person) and all pink with pictures she faintly recognized as actors and models. The room seemed empty at first glance as Bri let out a sigh.