Hi universe! First of all this is a Percy Jackson fanfic... what else would it be? Second I've only read the first two books, but I've had a lot of spoilers. Therefore I know that Piper and Nico, well they exist.

Disclaimer: Percy belongs to Rick Riordan!

It would've been the best weekend ever, if my "parents" ever came home. By the way I'm Annabeth Chase, and for some reason the gods forced me to live with mortals, Percy too. I hadn't seen him in forever, but no time for a sob story. Anyways my family of mortals had plans to go to Alabama for the weekend. Plus they promised they would be home when I got home. The only problem was that they weren't.

For a few minutes I was on my front steps (with no key) completely clueless. Then I realized that I had a phone, I had a cousin, and I knew she was on her way to my house. Obviously I called her, and she said she was about twenty minutes away.

I decided to take out my book (which I couldn't exactly read) and sit on the steps in the warm glow of the sunlight. I had almost read a whole chapter which was a big accomplishment with dyslexia, when a cherry red car pulled up in the driveway. Out came my cousin and my Dad's REAL sister.

Just a heads up my cousin is a girl, her name is Max, and I think she's pretty cool. And like every one else in the world she called me by the horrid nickname… Annie.