pepperh2o

Okay, little ones. Ms. Pepperh2o is going to show you how to be an unsuccessful poet! Lets begin... 1: Think of six random objects: lunchbox, violin, lamp, post-it, bowl, pillow. 2: mash them together, for the first line of your poem! lunchbox, violin, lamp, post-it, bowl, pillow 3: Second line, think of a random statement and add it to your poem. lunchbox, violin, lamp, post-it, bowl, pillow I enjoy pancakes. 4: Take the first letters of the random objects and switch 'em. add this to your third line. lunchbox, violin, lamp, post-it, bowl, pillow I enjoy pancakes. muchbox, giolin, ramo, fost-it, zowl, dillow. Repeat until unsatisfi

"Boo," Annabeth whispered as she crept into Percy's cabin. "Hey, Annabeth. I didn't know you got back," Percy replied, sounding mildly surprised as he sat up in his bunk. Annabeth walked over, and sat beside him.  She noticed, as she had so many times before, how Percy's eyes were the exact color of the sea, green with flecks of blue and silver. "I missed you while I was away," she said softly. "Satyrs are not fun to be around when you're trying to sleep." Annabeth laughed quietly. She had been helping Grover and his friends get half-bloods to camp. "I stayed up worrying about you most nights," Percy admitted. Annabeth scootched closer