Hestia's POV

I seriously need to find a quiet place to study. My siblings are in the living room and lucky for me my room is the closest one, yay! (Note the sarcasm) I sigh and head towards the fireplace in my room. I tend to the flames listening to the bickering outside. This is what I heard-

"Demeter, stop growing stuff near the window! I can't see the pond outside!"

"Zeus, get out of the bathroom!"

"Hades, stop turning the lights off! My plants need light!"

"Hera, stop trying to get your pet peacock to peck my eyes out!"

"Poseidon, don't you dare drop that bucke-!"

Everything went quiet for a split second then all Hades broke loose.

"Poseidon!" everyone yelled in unison. I chuckled slightly until I heard banging on my door and a desperate plea for help.

"Hestia, open up! They're coming!"

I walk over to the door and snatch it open and my 12 year old little brother stumbles in and hides behind me. I sigh and close the door.

"Really, Poseidon," I say with a desperate attempt to keep a straight face. He just shrugged his shoulders, walked over to my bed, collapsed, and next thing I know he is snoring and drooling on my pillow. I ruffle his raven-black hair and pulled a small blanket over him.

I sat down at my wooden desk and began to study for my history exam tomorrow. The house was quiet for awhile until I heard my mom yell-

"DINNER!" and Poseidon was up and out the door faster than you could say water.