The Wave

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Percy sighed as he sat in the plane, hoping Zeus wouldn't blast him out of the sky, it would be hard to win from the underworld...
He tried to relax but he got this weird feeling... In less then a hour, he would be in front of a enormous crowd.
'Should I do my beauty pagent wave, my happy wave, or my I'm about to die wave?' he asked himself.
Not the die wave, everyone would think he was constipated.
That leaves the Pagent wave with his hands cupped in a small bowl, or his happy wave with just him waving.
The pagent wave is too girly...
The happy wave it is!
Percy was relieved that they had just landed.
Five hours to think of what wave to do?
Huh... He was a real time waster!
His thoughts wandered to Annabeth, was she nervous like him?
He doubted it. Annabeth wasn't nervous she was probably as confident as ever.
Why did he take this stupid bet? He was going to lose anyway.
"Come on, Percy! You're up!" Grover called.
Percy sighed, he had a lot of people to please.

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