Okay, so I have like, 7 stories going, so I'll try to update AMAP, but I cant promise anything, okay? And thanks if you are reading this. Luv ya bunches! ;)

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I wake up with a groan. Today is the last day of summer. Yippee. Note, sarcasm. I just hope Thalia's gonna hang out. Maybe she is, maybe she isn't who knows with Thalia? I certainly don't. Just then my phone buzzes with like, a bajillion texts. One from Luke, One from Thalia, one from Nico, and one from...who now? This is what it says:

ALERT ALERT!

Annie Bell,

I would like to tell you that you are a fine student, and so this year, you will be put in your correct classes.

Do NOT Bother Me,

Mr. D

Oh...

That's Mr. D. The oh-so caring principal at Goode High. Whatever. The next is from Luke, the Duke of Douche Bags.

Hey baby,

You wanna have fun today? ;) Well listen to this song that I dedicate to u. U defiantly want to do this to me, right?

Your sexy lover,

Luke.

Ugh. Luke. He's horrible. He was there when I ran away, with Thalia. He went with cake face though. And the song...ugh... so like him. It's grind on me. Yulgh. The next, Thalia:

Hey Annie (hate that nickname!)

Can't hang out today. Srry :( Have to hlp mum w/ yrd wrk.

TTYL & TML,

Thals.

Great! The one thing I'm looking forward to, and it's gone. Ugh. I throw my phone of the bed and then flop down with it. I look out the window. Guess I could go outside. I go downstairs to get my Vans. My stepmom, Helen, looks at me with a smile. "Annabeth, can you tell the twins to get down here?" I smile back at her a yell up the stairs, "TWINS!" That always gets them down. My Mom doesn't mind either, gives her more time to make good stuff for dinner. Bobby and Matthew come skidding down the stairs. "Whatdidwedo?" They ask hurriedly. "Talk to Mom." I say looking at them sinisterly, making them shrink back. I laugh evilly and go outside. I start to run just to collide into someone else. That someone else is on top of me and I'm about to yell, What the fuck? Get your freaking ass off of me! But then I see his eyes. The most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. And they're green.

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"Sorry..." he mumbles.

"It's... It's alright, I say out of breath.

"You sure?" asks the boy.

"Yeah." I look at the box he's carrying. I nod towards the others, "You want help?

"Sure?"

"Yes or no... Seaweed Brain?

"Seaweed Brain?"

"What?" I ask, mock offendend. "You try coming up with a nick name for someone you just met."

"Okay, ... Wise Girl."

"Really?"

"What, do you want me to call you Smarty Pants?"

"I guess the name's fine."

"Hi, fine, I'm Percy Jackson."

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"No...It's...Well...You see..." I fumble for words.

He puts a finger on his chin and pretends to think, "Okay, to comment on those in order, No what? What's it? Who or what is well? Aand, Yes I do see, out of what I believe humans call eyes."

I roll my eyes. "Whatever."

He mimicks me, "Whatever."

I grab a box and say, "Where does this go?"

"Read, Wise Girl."

"My name's Annabeth." I say, annoyed.

"Whatever."

I grab the box and it says, 'Percy's Room.' In neat handwriting. "Okay, well lead the way."

"Don't you have the same layout?"

"Yeah, but I don't know where you're room is."

"Right."

"Duh, Seaweed Brain."

So we walk into the house and go up the stairs to his room. I look out the window and say, "That's my room, right across from yours."

"Really?"

I nod.

"Cool!"

"Why is that?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

"'Cause then we can write messages on pads and talk/write to each other. I'm not a perv."

"Okay, if you're sure."

"I am."

"Okay,"

A guy comes in and says, "Percy, we got everything out of the-" then he notices me. "Who is this?"

"This is Annabeth, Paul. Our neighbor."

"Hi, Annabeth, I'm Paul, Percy's stepdad."

"Hi, Paul?" He nods. "As you know, I'm Annabeth." I wink at Percy, "Your stepson is a real charmer."

"Why thank you."

"Paul?"

A middle aged woman comes in. She's beautiful. Raven hair like Percy with Emerald green eyes. Not too different from his.

"Who is this?"

"This is Annabeth darling, Percy's friend."

Percy and I both turn tomato red.

"Wanna meet my family, Percy?"

He nods frantically.

"Come on."

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We go to my house and Bobby and Matthew are running around. Probably sugar high.

I go tell my mom the basics while telling Percy to have a seat. When I come back to the living room, I see Percy talking conspirationaly with my little brothers. Oh no. Can you say trouble?

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Sorry it's short, and yess Annabeth, I can say trouble. Hope you guys like it. R&R Peace!

-yourdemigodishness