This is my first PJO story, so please tell me how it is. Flames are accepted.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HoO. Rick Riordan does.

Dear Diary,

I'm currently sitting beside my friend's desk, studying the upcoming examination with her. And by upcoming, I mean an hour later. If you think I'm doing some last minute revision, you're seriously mistaken. I'm not doing some last minute revision, because I've never got around to starting revising at all. Also, I can't be reading the textbook and writing this at the same time, can't I? So, technically, I haven't revised anything yet.

What? You didn't seriously think that I'm going to start worrying about my grades or start to flip through the book's pages frantically, did you?

Oh, I'm not stupid, mind you. Just lacking the motivation, or simply put, lazy. But don't blame me. If you want to blame something, blame the weather. The hot afternoon sun is shining down brightly, sinking the world in a drowsy state. There's no wind, no plants are swaying, no birds can be seen flying about, and nothing seems to be anywhere near active. It's like the entire universe is going to doze off any second.

Adding to the fact that I simply cannot feel anxious. The last time I felt that particular emotion is…what? Months, years ago? Anyway don't ask me why I can't feel nervous, because I'm just as clueless as you are.

Plus, what's the use for studying a subject you're not even a tiny bit interested in? I don't like this subject, I won't study it. This also applies to teachers in general. I don't respect this teacher, I won't concentrate in class. Or maybe it's more of a can't concentrate.

I'm really sleepy now… there, I just yawned. Proof. And another yawn, and another… Wow, I must be real tired. But I had enough sleep, I think.

Let's see… I slept at 2 am, woke up at 3 am, fell asleep and woke up at 5am, fell asleep again and finally really woke up at 7.30 am. Then I did my morning routine: read some books, tidy up the room, read again, brush my teeth and cleaned up, read yet again, comb my hair, then read again before going out of my room. Nothing out of the ordinary.

So…what has me so tired? I can't think of anything, so I settled with the weather. Curse you, weather! May you turn cloudy and start to rain until tomorrow morning so that I won't have to turn on the air- conditioner! Hey, maybe my wish came true, there's thunder rumbling in the distance!

Well, that was random. What can I say? I'm just weird like that, since the very second that I was born. Even my mother says that I'm weird. You know, I don't even think that she's my mother, actually. I look nothing like her, except if you count that we are both short.

On the other hand, my sister, my oh-I'm-so-perfect-I-am-above-everyone sister, looks like my mother, talks like my mother, acts like my mother, even dress like my mother. Though considering my mother's fashion sense, I don't believe that it's a good thing.

All my life, I've been quite singled out, and I never blend in. Both the positive and the negative kind. It's either being singled out as the leader, or being cast out like an outsider. I blame it on my personality.

I'm really quiet, secretive, and distrustful if I don't know or don't like you. If I deemed you a good person, I'll become so annoying and talkative I'll annoy your head off. It's perfectly common for people to wonder if they like being my enemy or friend better, so most people will likely choose not to be involved. I will too, if I'm to choose. Maybe.

Then there's my mood. My moods change so much, it's not even counted as mood swings anymore, mood flashes are more like it. One second I'm very happy, the next I feel depressed, then I'll feel content. I tried not to, really, but I can't help it. Think I'm seriously messed up? That about sums it up.

I look up at my friend, Jeanne. Her name's pronounced as 'Jinny', if you must know, but I prefer to call her 'Jean'. She doesn't mind. She doesn't mind much, actually. Jeanne's been my best friend since fourth grade, that's three years ago. I met her in the library, our favorite place to hang out in school. We became best friends immediately. Considering our personalities, that's quite a feat.

Me, I'm impulsive, I can't sit still, and I absolutely have to do something. Anything, from running about causing havoc, to building a five feet tall pyramid out of books. Also, don't forget those infamous mood flashes of mine.

Jeanne, she's quiet, can sit there reading a book or doing anything really, without moving at all. Or maybe that's only my imagination.

She never talks much, yet is always surrounded by her classmates. Guess she just has that air of calm and the laid back attitude that draws people to her. Sometimes, I envy her, being Weirdo-ole-me. But most of the time I'm just glad that I'm never in the lime light. I don't know, I just like hiding in the shadows, observing everyone but remaining unseen.

We're complete opposites, yet we're best friends. Guess opposites do attract. Huh.

I'm an ordinary girl, or as ordinary as I can be, having ordinary friends, living in an ordinary world with such an unoriginal name called 'Earth'. Sometimes, I wish that something would happen, something big, something to rock even the foundations of my life.

Who knows, maybe it's just around the next corner.

Is it good? Bad? Awful? Review please! And please tell me which godly parent should 'I' have. I haven't decided yet.