Clarisse La Rue | wlw

Clarisse had won the chariot race, you couldn't be happier.

She had to choose two partners now, and you thought she would obviously choose her because she was her best friend.

First she called Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. Everything was fine, after all, she had one more person she could choose.

When she announces the name, her brilliance fades. She dies. She goes to Tartarus.

"Chris Rodriguez"
Clarisse announces loudly. Everyone claps and Chris stands up, going to Clarisse's side.

You're speechless. Why did she choose that son of Hermes instead of you?

Clarisse gives you a quick glance, something that oscillates between "sorry, I know I was a jerk" and "sorry, but you know I like him and stuff. "

You were clapping, but inside you were angry and sad. Clarisse knew it was her dream to go on a mission, since even at eleven years old, she had never been on one at camp.

You get up and leave before everyone else.

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