Hey, everyone! I'm MackoChoco. I'm gonna type up one of my old writing pieces for you guys…. Well, guys and girls. But you get what I mean. I made this one way back when…. I think I was in 6th grade. I've improved greatly, but since Christmas is coming up I decided to show you all my Percy Jackson Christmas fan fiction! I'll continue it soon, before Christmas Eve, hopefully. This takes place after the first book. Enjoy!

P.S., I'll take any requests! I have had some severe fan fiction writers block in the past, forcing me to wait until I found an okay idea. I have more ideas, but by reading other fanfics, I found that a lot of my ideas are too related to others.

P.P.S, please check out my deviant art! We've been planning to film a series of Percy Jackson skits and scenes from books since early 2011, but we haven't been satisfied with out very old stuff, so we're going to re-do it. See our photography there! (go to my profile to get the link please)

I never meant for it to happen, but of course, good ol' Seaweed Brain decided to screw the holidays up. Let me tell you this: if you're a demigod, never, EVER use a cell phone to say "Hi" to someone. Especially if that person you're contacting is also a demigod.

It started out as a great Christmas morning. Presents wrapped in blue paper, blue pancakes- nothing could beat a holiday with my Mother.

My Mother, Sally Jackson, is a sweet, kindhearted woman. The kind that only on the rarest of occasions you would see them yell. She never yelled at anyone -as far as I could see- until this last summer where she almost got murdered by this weird gigantic bull-hybrid thing wearing tighty-whities called the Minotaur.

Just a few months ago, she "got rid" of my gambling addicted Step Father, Smelly Gabe. His real name is Gabe Ugliano, which also works in his case. Trust me, if you knew him, you'd easily agree. She put up with him just to mask my half blood "scent" that was overwhelmingly powerful. Until he was "gotten rid of" by my mother and sold the "stone" statue she was conveniently granted immediately after, the only monster attacking us back at our apartment was Gabe. Now, I'd have to be way more careful away from the camp.

We were in our shabby apartment kitchen, enjoying our breakfast when we began a conversation with a subject we tried to avoid at all times. You see, my mom tries to make my life as normal as possible. But clearly, that wouldn't be possible with what we had gone through this past summer.

My Mom swallowed another amount of blue pancakes. Leaning in, she cleared her throat.

"You know Percy, you should really check up on your friends. Like your girlfriend, Annabeth. She-" I nearly choked on my pancakes. At that point, I probably turned three hundred shades of red.

"She's not my girlfriend!"

She raised her hands up in protest and shrugged. "It sure doesn't seem like that," I glared at her with an angry frown. She dropped her hands back to the table. "Okay, okay, sorry. Friend. Your friends, Annabeth and Grover. Did you even realize that half of the school year passed and none of you bothered to say hello to each other?"

I pondered on that thought, deciding she was right. None of us, I assume, bothered to reach for a phone or even send an email. I wondered why.

I pushed my plate away, and rested my forearms on the table.

"What, not hungry?" She asked.

"Nah. Just wondering… hmm, never mind." She raised her left eyebrow in an arch, taking the plates to the sink. The sound of the water got me jittery, reminding me of my other life. At that point, I felt like Hannah Montana. Shaking the thoughts away, I stood up abruptly, suddenly in a rush.

" Mom, can I use the phone?" I pleaded at her side, making her even more confused. She went to her purse, searching through it for a few brief seconds, pulling her magenta phone out.

"Okay, but-"

"Kay thanks bye." I planted a kiss on her cheek as quick as I could, grabbing the phone from her hands and swerving towards my room. I slammed the door shut behind me.

I launched onto the bed, beginning to dial numbers. I heard a muffled voice coming from behind my door before I could press talk. My Mom lightly knocked on the door.

"Percy, if you're going to call Annabeth, I got a-"

"I know Mom, you need the phone back soon to call for a writing tutor. Can I call her now?"

"But, Percy-"

"Bye, Mom!" I walked up to my door, locking it. I suddenly felt really bad about doing that, but I also felt very jittery about talking to Annabeth, and I didn't exactly know why I wanted to so bad.

I pressed talk, pressing the phone to my ear. The phone rung two times, then I heard a familiar voice.

"Hello?"

"Annabeth! Is that you?"

"Percy? You're such an idiot! You're not supposed to call me!" I could tell that I did something wrong, but I didn't know what. I frowned in response.

"But why? What did I do?"

"We're two demigods! On PHONES. Do you know what that can do? Do you even remember what I said before we left camp?"

"No, but-" I was cut off by rumbling in the distance. I could hear is loudly in the ear with the phone near it, but faintly in the other as if it were coming from somewhere in another side of Manhattan.

"Annabeth, what is that sound. Are you in New York?" A scared feeling washed over me.

"Yes, Seaweed Brain! A monster-" I heard the purr of the phone. We were cut off.

I drew Riptide, from my pocket. I ran outside of the apartment, my Mom behind me.

"Percy…" my Mother looked up, pointing at the sky. "What is that?" I looked up to the direction she was pointing, and I choked up.

"I-" I bit my tongue and gulped.

There, in the hands of a red-eyed Lion with feathery wings, was a girl with a petite form. She struggled, trying to lift herself up from the tight grasp of the creature's large, bird-like talons. Blonde hair stuck out in tufts from her previously neat ponytail. She suddenly went limp as the bird squeezed tighter, her upper body turning slightly purple.

Annabeth.