I wanna be yours- Artic Monkeys.

Nobody knew how, or why for that matter, that Bianca Barclay had taken a liking to you. Maybe because you were the daughter or Poseidon. No, her feelings were way too genuine for that. After Xavier, Bianca always thought she was straight, but of course you had to change that. By doing literally nothing other than existing.

Bianca was always a great singer and teased others, especially Wednesday. But those two eventually became friends after last year's incident with Joseph Crackstone. You were new at Nevermore as well, and it seemed that everyone had fallen for you. You had those sea blue eyes that were like crystals of the ocean, that lovely soft skin, pearly white smile, a dash of light freckles on your nose and faintly on your cheeks, great fashion sense and humour with kindness and the occasional sarcastic playful comment, and your brown, messy waves for hair that matched the waves of the ocean.

No wonder you were Poseidon's daughter. You matched the looks and personality perfectly, except you had some respect for others, especially poor Medusa, the snake lady that Poseidon took advantage of. You'd only ever see her on Olympus or down by the abandoned flower shop and you'd always apologise for you father's behaviour. That's just the person you were. And Bianca loved it.

Today was the Poe Cup, that took place on a lake and all four teams would have to try and take their flag, that was placed at Joseph Crackstone's Crypt, and make it back before anyone else. The entire school was watching and Bianca was kn one of those teams, The Gold Bugs. You were sitting at the Dock that was literally on the lake, watching the Poe Cup and the teams while dipping your feet in the water, smiling that smile that would make anyone weak in their knees.