Annabeth: Wow, Itsi, another Percabeth!
Me: I know. But this first chapter won't be so Percabeth-y. You know, since it's the intro?
Annabeth: Whatever. Read and enjoy what Itsi has wasted 20 minutes to type, 10 minutes to correct, and zero seconds to check if she got my attitude right.
Me: Jeez.
EDIT: After being on hiatus for like, SEVEN months, I've decided to go back and fix the many errors I've recently discovered! Enjoy!

~Annabeth's POV~

My eyes opened up at 7:00 am. Though camp officially starts at 8:00 am, the Athena cabin likes to get up early and get a head start in clean up before cabin inspections begin.

I got up from my bed and began to make it. As I did, I noticed my fingers looked…weird. They were...maybe a little thicker than usual? I studied them for awhile, but then shrugged it off and finished making my bed.

Once done, I walked to the bathroom to fix myself. You know, so I don't walk around camp with drool trails across my face? But everyone stared at me as I waited outside the door. They stepped back when I passed by, and I gave them a what are you looking at? look.

My heart dropped to my stomach. Did the Stoll Brothers mess with my face in my sleep? It sure as Hades wouldn't be the first time.

The person already in the bathroom wouldn't hurry up, so I decided to head to the Aphrodite cabin, where everybody knows there's an abundance of mirrors in and out of the bathrooms. So I ran out of my cabin and made a sharp turn to the left, where the Aphrodite cabin was, and then-BAM! I was on the floor before it even registered in my brain that I had crashed into Clarisse.

"Damn, boy, watch where you're going!" Clarisse growled, rubbing her stomach where I had run into her. "Hey, I've never seen your face around here. "

"Haha, funny Clarisse. I was just making my way to the Aphrodite cabin when-" An idea popped into my head. "Hey, hey, can you tell me if there's something funny with my face?"

Clarisse's face went from angry to devilish, which looked staright up evil in the morning light. "There soon will be, new kid," she said, grabbing me by my shirt and leading me away from the frilly cabin of the Goddess of love.

"Clarisse! Where are you freaking taking me?"

"Hey, I must be famous! The new kid knows my name!"

What?

"This is how I welcome new demigods into my camp. Call it… a little initiation ceremony! "

By now, I noticed she was heading towards the common bathrooms and toilets. Yeah, I've been through this before. She was about to give me a swirly.

"Clarisse! Let go! You're not funny! You of all people know I've been going here for years! It's me, Annabeth!" Was my face that messed up by the Stolls that Clarisse didn't even recognize me? Is that why everyone was so awkward around me in my cabin?

"Haha! Whatever! You? Annabeth? Quit kidding!"

I knew this was a lost cause, and started kicking and punching her to make her let go. A swirly would seriously mess up my Monday.

"What's your name, kid? I like to know the names of my victims."

I looked at her in the eyes. "Are you nuts?"

She shrugged as she opened a stall, but found a scared half-blood behind it, doing his business. She opened another one. "Hey, just 'cause I eat babies for breakfast and pick my teeth clean with their bones doesn't necessarily mean I'm nuts."

"I'm freaking Annabeth Chase!"

"Oh, yeah? Last time I checked, Annabeth was a girl."

"What? Just trust me!" Only then did I notice the deepness of my voice.

She bent me over a toilet bowl, and instead of me in my reflection, I saw a guy with curly blond hair and intense gray eyes. They mirrored the panic I felt as my face touched the disgusting water. Clarisse kept me submerged for seven horrifying seconds. Then she flushed the toilet and brought my head back up, with me coughing.

"Now seriously, what's your name?" She leaned against the stall wall, grinning like the dense idiot she was.

I managed to glare as I coughed once more, getting the toilet water out of my mouth.

"Clarisse, look at me. I AM ANNABETH CHASE!"

Her eyes widened. "This isn't funny anymore, kid. You're not Annabeth Chase. You're just some new kid with a weird sense of humor."

I was exasperated, wet, cold, confused, and most of all, tired of this crap. I snapped, "What the heck do you mean?" These bathrooms had mirrors, so I ran to the nearest one, and, sure enough, a guy stared back instead of me. No more visits to the Land of Denial. The proof was all there. The face looking back was a male version of me.

"Listen, Clarisse, I swear on the River Styx that I am Annabeth," I said in a calm voice.

"Something clearly happened, because I am completely a guy."

She must have understood, because her eyes flicked below my waist for a second or two. She met my eyes again and blushed.

"Oh, the Fields of Punishment just froze over, Clarisse La Rue just blushed!" I said, momemtarily changing the subject to hide the fact that I was blushing as well.

Her face turned angry, but then pitiful as she said "Lord Ares, you got a sex change. We need to get him."

"Who, Percy?" I asked, maybe wondering if she actually meant Chiron.

"No, George Washing- YES, Percy! He needs to know that his girlfriend has gained some...anatomical parts..."

I nodded, hating how he may react to my –gulp- sex change. But all those thoughts were completely eradicated from my head as I realized something.

"I have to pee," I announced, staring at my shoes in shame.

Clarisse laughed. "Can't help you with that, girlie. You'll have to learn how to do that all by yourself. Or, you can ask your boyfriend how to do that! Ahaha!"

Me: Bahahahahahahahaha! If only this really happened!
Annabeth: Don't get freaky. You'd probably fall in love with me as soon as you saw me.
Me: Nah, I'm immune to boys--
Luke: Hey, girls.
Me: *blush* H-hi, Luke.
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