DISCLAMER-Never owned PJO.
"You're kidding right?" Isaid.
"Nope," Annabeth said, "are you happy now? Smartypants Wise Girl has made a problem with your computer and she can't fix it." She snickered.
"What were you doing, Annabeth?" I asked annoyed.
"Checking my email," she said innocently. Her hand was over her mouth and I knew she was trying to hide a smile, it's not everyday where stormy grey eyes appears to be smiling and shining like the stars. Oh my gosh, did I just say that?
"Which was?" I asked tapping my fingers. She bit her lip.
"Wisegirl7 um ?" She said hopefully. Her voice was clear and sounded like-Perseus Jacksons top thinking this.
"Fine," I said eying her, "did you get new emails?"
"What business is it of your to poke around in my mail," she asked angrily, her beauti-never mind grey eyes flied. "I'll take it to Hephaetus to be repaired." She said. She giggled.
Ring!
"Grover what is the point of calling so late?" I picked up the phone and scratched my ear.
"Percy, you've got to see this," my best friend said estactically."No wait actually you shouldn't."
"DO you know where Annabeth is?" I asked my head awake.
"No I don-" spluttering laughter. I could hear him fall down and roll over saying, ".com, Demigod Diaries, Perseus Jackson."
"WHAT??????" I asked but Grover hung up, I then proceeded to my desk to get on to my computer, then I remembered I didn't have one.
I went across the hall to my mother and stepdad Paul's room.
"Paul, can I borrow your computer for a while?" I asked.
"No squirrels, get away," Paul said muttering in his sleep.
I took his laptop to my room and found the website.
"Oh my goodness Annabeth uploaded my whole VERY private journal to the website. I knew she was lying." I gaped at yesterday's post:
Today at Camp Half Blood I was sleeping in my own private cabin when I dreamt something strange and very, very weird.
This was how it went, I was at the beach trying to talk to my dad when suddenly he rose up in his Bermuda shorts and told me in a fake Southern accent, "Morning son, Tyson's taking care of the sea, while I leave for vacation." With that he pushed me and the unsuspected snickers bar I was holding in my hand to the sea.
"Hi little brother ," I said in an uncontrollable Indian accent. But Tyson apparently took no notice he saw the chocolate and for some reason started hitting me with a stick. Then apparently Annabeth appeared out of the big blue (pun not intended) with a camcorder and I was doing the hula dance.
Apparently she sent the video to all of my friends by magic.
And I couldn't stop dancing.
I suddenly stood up and danced.
"Anabeth that traitor!" I cried , "I knew the website she told me was false." Or was it. I carefully typed in the address.
When a posh looking email greeted me I realised she didn't sign ou. Then looking at the sidebar and clicking documents I found the thing I needed-Extremely Private Journal.
"Oh, sweet revenge," I cackled in a maniacal voice which sounded like a harpy. Then at .com I did a few little wonderful things which all of the half bloods would read.
All I had to do now was figure out how many people read my thoughts and I was pretty sure Annabeth was one of them.
To be continued…