Hey there guys! It's me! The editor of Greek Gods and Gruesome Games, VIVIAN! I decided to write this mini story to keep myself occupied. And so, please read, and tell me what you think of it! Thanks to my writer, Sarah, who gave me this idea and the story title!

~VIVIANTHEEDITOROFGREEKGODSAN DGRUESOMEGAMES

Disclaimer: I do NOT own PJO, it belongs to Rick Riordan (who better hurry up writing House of Hades!)

Uh, a quick editor's note: Sarah, here! So for this story, Vivian and I have switched roles! She writes, I edit, we rock. Hope you enjoy this new fanfic, please R&R!

~Sarah, the Grammar Police. Haha.

So, hey! I'm Rachel Tover. I am a freshman in high school and very socially awkward. I have a best friend named Willa Park, and I go to Honey Rock High School. I live with my younger brother, mom and dad. I'm just writing this out because, I don't know, I have a feeling that someone's going to need it. It all started on a Monday…

This morning, I woke up to the sounds of shuffling feet and the bathroom lights being turned on. I awoke, groggy-eyed, and glared at the clock as if it was my prison guard. It read 6:49A.M. Frustrated, I threw my blankets over my head and tried to fall back asleep. Unfortunately, those moments of pure sleep were interrupted by the shouts of my dad, "RACHEL, WAKE UP! WE'RE LEAVING NOW!"

Muttering under my breath about school and guys, I sat up again, and looked at the clock in shock. It now read 7:25A.M.-the time I was supposed to leave for school!

"Oh shoot, holy Zeus, I'M LATE," I exclaimed, panicking.

I ran into the bathroom, grabbed a toothbrush in my right hand and a hair brush with the other. Sadly, my attempt to multi-task was a total failure. I managed to get toothpaste foam on my chin, and my hair was like a lion's mane, except, my hair was black. Anyways, I wiped the foam out from my chin and tied my hair into a messy ponytail, where it remained uncooperative with my hair brush. Still groaning about school and guys, I looked into my closet and stared point blank at the colorful, wild assortments of T-shirts and hoddies. I grabbed my cleanest shirt, or least I think it was, and my favorite green hoodie. It had paint stains at the cuffs, but that's a different story to tell later. I made a mad dash to pull on some black pair of skinny jeans and a scarf. Scrambling out my bedroom and nearly slipping on my socks (epic fail), I grabbed a bowl of noodles out of the microwave that my dad thankfully cooked before hand and a cup of hot coffee. I then ran out the door in a mad dash.

Inside the car, I did a mental check if I forgotten anything.

Phone? Check.

Backpack? Check.

Lunch? Check.

I looked down at my feet, and sighed, "Shoes are essential."

Putting down my coffee, I dashed into the house and pulled on my white converses. My dad was already pulling out of the driveway, so I waved my hands for him to stop and wait for me. Meanwhile, my new neighbors-who included a cute guy in the same grade as me-stared at me while I was awkwardly waving at my dad to stop the car. Well, I blew my chance with him…too bad. The minivan stopped and I climbed into the backseat, where I could get some privacy from my over-protected dad.

The seats were unusually comfortable and I slumped back to deal with my massive lion's mane. Once that situation was over, my phone chimed, telling me that someone texted me. As usual, my best friend, Willa, texted, "GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE! 3" And as a tradition, I sent back, "GOOD MORNING MOONLIGHT! 3"

The rest of the way to school was a quiet one. So, I pulled out my Kindle and read a story about a girl being chased down by fairy tales.

I wish that my life could be like that, I thought.

But, my imagination was too stubborn to admit that it would never happen. When I waved my dad goodbye as he dropped me off at school, I had a feeling in my gut that today wasn't going to be the best day, not by a long shot...

I walked-or rather, sprinted-to the front door of the school's music room. Honestly, was the girl who had just woken up with a bird's nest for hair, was wearing weird clothes, and was trying to hold too many things in two small hands at once? Juggling a violin case, a notebook, and a binder, I finally managed to reach the steps of the music room, a.k.a. Symphony Hall. Just then, my new neighbor popped out of the door so suddenly that looked like he came out of the shadows. I could have sworn he wasn't there a second earlier... I was so stunned that I dropped my binder, scattering all of the notes I took in Biology Class. I secretly hoped that my neighbor couldn't see my flustered face, including my bright red ears and nose. I was stuttering and looking totally embarrassed!

He smiled (which made me melt) and asked, "You need help?"

For just a moment, I looked up at him, wondering if he was talking to a popular girl behind me, who had slipped on her high heels on the way down the stairs. And for a few seconds, his deep, dark eyes seemed to bore into mines, and stayed there for what seemed like a millennia. Naturally, I blushed and quickly drew my gaze to my notes flying in the wind.

"Hey, aren't you my new neighbor or something? The one I saw waving her hands around this morning?"

I didn't know if he was teasing or not, so I grumbled, "Yeah, it's just typical me acting like a complete moron."

He suddenly laughed, which caught me totally off guard.

My anger rose and so did my cheeks, "Why-?"

"You look cute when you get angry."

"Oh, so you go and make me angry, then try flirting with me? I have more of where that came from, you know."

"'Name's Matthew by the way."

"Like I care."

"What's yours?"

"Rachel."

For the first time, I looked directly at the guy's face. He had black hair that danced in the wind, dark eyes that were gorgeous, and his lips…wait what? When did I start liking him? He was the one who had made me angry! I shook myself out of my daydream and huffed, "Well, I've got to go to class."

"Meet me on the 2nd floor outside of the balcony at lunch!" Matthew called after me as I walked away.

Gods, he looked incredibly adorable when he smiled.

I turned back around.

Focus, Rachel. You have a final today! Finish math problems first, then deal with guy problems later, I told myself.

I didn't know that other, more serious problems were coming my way, too.

After about the hundredth math problem in my algebra class, my teacher let the students out of her room to give us a short break. I rubbed my eyes, feeling a bit dizzy. Numbers and variables still floated hazily across my vision, and I shook my head.

Get some rest, I thought to myself.

I was sitting on a bench not far from the classroom, when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black dog, a mastiff by the looks of it. It doesn't sound scary, but, trust me; you should have seen the size of it! It was big as a monster truck and its bark echoed along the school grounds.

"WHAT IS THAT?" I practically screamed to no one in particular.

"Mrs. O'Leary, down!" a voice commanded.

The next thing I knew, Matthew had grabbed me by the waist and jumped onto the massive dog/monster.

"Hey!" I protested, trying to jump off. Was the stupid guy KIDNAPPING me?

I didn't have time to say anything else. Seconds later, we plunged into a shadow of the side of Symphony Hall, and I blacked out, dreaming that I was falling in a pit full of darkness...

MWHAHAHAHAHA I love cliff-hangers! Love it? Hate it? Please review!