I Come To Writing The Same Way

With Her Braided Hair And White Dress, She Seemed To Glow In The Moonlight.

When He Woke, Daylight Was Coming Through The Glass Floor, And A Boy's Voice Said, "oh...you Are In So Much Trouble.

"boys," Annabeth Interrupted, "i'm Sure You Both Would've Been Wonderful At Killing Each Other. But Right Now You Need Some Rest."

Whasthat!" "um ... Those Are The Toilets.

Fairness Does Not Mean Everyone Gets The Same. Fairness Means Everyone Gets What They Need.