Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson :(

Prologue:

Dear No One,

Things don't always go your way but when they do it's a blessing in disguise. It's like what ever higher being or beings you believe in are looking out for you for that one moment in time. That one second were every thing is perfect and nothing can go wrong. That perfect moment when you feel your life is complete. Has that ever happened to me? I wish.

Since I was little (around seven), I have always been looking for that perfect moment.

The reason I'm writing a letter or it will turn out to be a bunch of letters to you (even though I will never truly know who you are because you are no one) is because I need to get my thoughts down on paper. I want someone (fake) to hear my story.

Of course I won't even send them to you. I got the idea to write the letters from reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower. These letters won't mean anything to you since your not real but I am going to pretend you are. I just want someone to listen (so most of the letters will probably be me rambling on with my life).

If your curious like I am you probably want to know a little bit about myself (I am writing a letter to you after all). I'm what you would call a loner. No one gets me. I'm the teachers pet and a book worm. I'm a straight A student. I have no friends, well if I count you I have one friend.

My life really started back in kindergarten when I met this kid that was the complete opposite of me. He has black hair, I am a blond. He has sea green eyes, I have gray eyes. It was the first day of kindergarten around lunch time. I had a peanut butter jelly sandwich with an apple and two chocolate chip cookies. He stole one of them when I wasn't looking. Then in elementary school he stole my cookies, then in midd- you get the picture right?

This guy annoyed the hell out of me and he still does. We do everything together (not on purpose mind you). The teachers always pair me up with him. I was his reading buddy in first grade. I was his field trip buddy in fourth grade. In sixth grade we were in every class together. Now in high school we are lab partners and we ride the same bus (if you want to know I am a senior).

He almost was my first kiss. It was a stupid dare. One of his stupid friends dared him to. That was back in middle school. We were on the playground. Your first kiss is suppose to be magical, that person is supposed be your Prince Charming and they save you from your horrible life (at least that's what Disney makes you believe). So I called chicken. Everybody laughed and teased me.

My life is no fairy tale. People at school pick on me everyday, when he isn't there. Their insults don't harm me as much as they like to think they do. The insults just bounce right off me. But he always stands up for me. Even though I always insist it's fine, he still stands up for me. When he is there he puts a stop to it right away. He has never ever said a mean thing to me.

I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea about him ( I don't care for him but in his own special way he's a great guy). But I still and will always despise him because his life is perfect and he doesn't care. He doesn't take any thing seriously and it annoys me so much.

But I want to get away from these people and get away from my home life

That's why I can't wait to go off to college some where far away and my old life can't reach me. For colleges, I'm thinking international. I should know in April if I get into the ones I want. Crossing my figures.

The only place I feel at peace is the beach a couple minutes away from my house. There's this little alcove there that no one knows about (at least I'm sure no one knows about it, there isn't trash all over the place). This place helps me forget about everything. It's so calm and peaceful. I like to go there to draw, read or write. That is where I am writing this letter to you.

My English teacher tells me I have a gift. She told me I should write a book one day. Maybe I will. Maybe these letters will become my book, my life story. But in all likely hood, probably not.

It's the second week of school tomorrow. I don't want to see him. It's bad enough that he is in one of my classes (lab partner), not to mention he has study hall with me. Study hall is supposed to be fun (if you count doing your homework fun) but no, I have to tutor him in math (starting Tuesday). I tried but a couldn't get out of it.

Along time ago I learned that everything happens for a reason and sometimes you just have to let go and let fate guide you.

Thanks for listening,

Annabeth Chase

Hi everyone, this is my first multi chapter fan fiction so I'm pretty proud if this. The chapters will probably be short but short like a thousand words. I have know idea how quick updates will be but summer is coming soon so I will have time. Thanks to all who read this and any reviews will be appreciated:)