"C'mon Frank!" I urged. "We have to go faster!"
Not even bothering to be friendly, I pushed past a group of wild adults. In the distance, I could see the first huge colorful float. From it, showers of confetti rained down on the crowds. Pieces stuck in my hair. "Frank!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" he grumbled. Frank didn't like this too much, as far as I could tell. But moving to Camp Jupiter took me away from something that I loved.
Mardi Gras. I was not going to let his party-pooper attitude ruin it.
In the dense groups of peoplesome drunk, some crazy, some screaming, some excited like meit was