by Kendall 12/20/2009, 9:41 pm
I smirked, and a backpack full of super-glue flew out of the sky and into my hand. "Thanks, Cirrus," I called up to the clouds. I looked at the boy, scowling. "You know I can never take the blame. The Olympians don't like me, but they need to respect me if they don't want to be holding up the sky."