This is my way of keeping my fanfic on here. Credits and thanks to Keblamstar for giving me this way to officially call my 'fanfic' a story and for liking this enough to help me out. I'm sorry, i'm more of an Annabeth person and I struggle with being carefree and playful enough to write about Percy. Anyways, without further ado, the Prologue.

Percy slammed his head on the table. Paul had given his class a writing assignment. He had to write a successful story and would be graded on it. While Percy usually wouldn't worry, he was close to failing Paul's class and that would make his mom upset with him. Percy never wanted to make his mom upset, especially not upset enough to not bake blue chocolate chip cookies. They had gone out so he was alone in the house, and he couldn't even ask Paul for help with the assignment.

So far, all he had written was, "Once upon a time,". Percy groaned. He would never get this done! Once upon a time...teher ws a boy...naemd Percy. In the 21st centry teher ways a boy named Percy. Percy was waesmoe. awsome? awsom. I think its awsom. In the 21st centry teher ways a awsom boy named Percy. AGHHH!

Percy slammed his head on the table again. And again. And again. Suddenly, he had a genius idea. Who better to help him than Wise Girl herself? She was at Camp anyways. Percy fished a drachma out of his pocket and went to the bathroom.

Percy turned the shower on and faced it towards the wall so the droplets bounced off and formed a mist. A small rainbow appeared in the mist, and Percy threw his drachma in.

"O' Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering." The mist shimmered. "Annabeth Chase, Camp Half Blood, Long Island." The mist shimmered again, showing Annabeth with some kids.

"Delta-" Annabeth started.

"The triangle thingy?" A kid Percy didn't know interrupted. He must be new, Percy thought.

"Yes, the triangle shaped letter. Good job, Thomas." So his name's Thomas.

Percy coughed lightly and Annabeth turned around, her face breaking into a smile. "Percy!"

"Hey, Annabeth," Percy said. Annabeth looks so beautiful as ever..."I kind of need help. I'm at my house. It's an emergency." Percy had been moving backwards, and he tripped on the slippery floor from the water and fell on top of the sink, knocking everything down. "Holy Hera!" As he flailed, his arm swiped over the image of Annabeth and the Iris Message disconnected. Percy got up, noticing that the image had cone, and sighed. He turned off the running shower, put everything back, and dried the room off. Percy walked back to his room and tried to work on his story some more.

Three minutes later, the door slammed open. "PERCY? WHERE ARE YOU? ARE YOU OKAY?" Percy jumped.

"I'm right upstairs, Wise Girl!" He yelled down the stairs. Annabeth ran in, her dagger in hand. She looked confused when she saw him sitting at his desk.

"What happened Percy?" Now Percy was confused.

"What? Nothing happened."

"What was that crash when you Iris Messaged me?"

Percy looked sheepish. "Um..I slipped on the wet floor and knocked the stuff on the sink down."

Annabeth rolled her eyes, exasperated. "I drove past the speed limit for this? What was your emergency then, Seaweed Brain?"

"I can't write this story Paul gave for homework. I need help, and he's not here. Please, Annabeth?" He pleaded, giving her puppy dog eyes.

Annabeth sighed. "Fine. But you owe me for coming all the way here and making me worried that you got attacked."

"Deal," Percy replied smugly. "Now help me?"

Annabeth pulled over a chair. "Okay, Seaweed brain, so..."