This si my first-ever fanfic, so I'd really appreciate if you don't nag me about grammar or spelling. Suggestions? Sure. Flames? I don't see why not.

Disclaimer: Do I own the PJO Series?? I wish. I really do. But, unless I am somehow distantly related to Rick Riordan, and the rights to PJO go to me when he dies (I can't even think like that; it's too sad), I own abstulutely nothin'. `Cept Steph, of course :)

ON WITH THE STORY!

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"I can't believe they actually did it!" I exclaimed.

I was complaining about whyI was stuck in a crappy, run-down old camp. I just couldn't get over the fact hat my mom and 'dad' had finally shipped me off!

I mean, I say 'dad' because, as much as my mom would like me to believe that John McCardhill was my dad, I can see the hurt and recognition inher eyes every time she looks into mine.

My bright, energized green eyes that are the exact shade of the ocean. My eyes that come from my real dad. I must look exactly like him then, seeing as I'm the 'outsider' in my own family.

You see, my mom is a pretty, petite blonde with sea-blue eyes. Alyssa Raymond. Even though she's marries to John, she decided to keep her last last name. (*cheers* YEA GOOD FOR HER!)

John, on the other hand, has red hair and dark green eyes. Not like mine at all. I mean, I have nothing against my stepdad, but sometimes he can be such an ass.

I'm the exact opposite of them both: I'm tall and slender, but I have a good figure. Not to be vain and all. I just didn't want to paint the picture that I'm one of those skinny anorexic chicks who's scared of food. Anyway, I'm 15 and will turn 16 in 3 months. I have long, straight black hair to the middle of my backwith side bangs. I got my mom pissed one day by coming home with an electric blue streak in my side bangs.
I'm also tan. Like, use to live in Jamaica tan. But I don't mind it. I'm a mix between Puerto Rican and Lebanese. I was actually born in Puerto Rico. So, that makes me fluent in both Spanish and English, and it really
comes in handy.

. . . .

Wow. My thoughts are so boring. Like when someone's life flashes before their eyes when they die. That's what I feel like is happening now. . . .

Oh, yeah. DidI ever mention I have issues with school?? Like, getting D 's all the time, with a few F's sprinkled here and there. ;)

I looked up, seeing birds flying overhead. At the moment, I kinda wished that I was a bird, too, free to go where I wished whenever I wished. But noooo, I just had to get shipped off to a shitty old camp in the middle of freakin nowhere.

I was shaken out of my reverie by a shout of ecstasy.

"Steph!"

I turned towards the familiar voice, only to be tackled in a hug by an old friend.

Oh. My. God.

"Annabeth!" I squealed in delight as she pulled away, letting me breathe for once. " What're you doing here?! I thought you moved to San Francisco!"

She smiled brightly at me before saying, "I did, but before that I was here, and then I came back again! I just can't believe your finally here! I mean, you look so much more different than in 5th grade." She paused to take a breath, then continued. "Not meaning you look bad, cuz your gorgeous!" She laughed, and I joined in, too.

We had a moment of silence, during which we assessed each others' outfits, just like elementry school.

I finally got a good look at her. She was wearing dark skinny jeans, flip-flops, and an orange t-shirt that read 'CAMP HALFBLOOD.' Her hair was a beautiful mess of silky blonde curls pulled back into a ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame her tan face.
Something in her front pocket caught my eye. . . . a Yankee's baseball cap. That's strange. I don't remember Annabeth as a sports fan, much less baseball.

Then, someone else drew my attention. It was a guy. He had black hair messy in that cute kinda way, and sea green eyes, like mine.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Um, hi."I sounded a little bitchy, even in my own ears. Hmm. This can't end well.

Then Annabeth spoke. "Oh. Percy. I didn't know you followed me." She glanced at me, hesitating before continuing, "Umm, Steph, this is Percy. Percy, Stephanie. She's obviously new here. Hey, Percy, could you show Stephanie around while I talk to Chiron real quick?"
She looked a little jittery to me. I don't know why, but she's been acting really strange today.

"Sure, Annabeth," Percy answered, tearing his confused gaze from my face, "No problem."
He looked like he was really deep in thought, and I decided against any questions for the moment.

Annabeth nodded, and then ran off, leaving us facing each other. He broke the silence first. "So. . . over there's the archery range," Percy said, pointing into the distance. We'd been standing on top of a hill, next to a pine tree that gave me chills whenever I laid my eyes on it.
He continued, oblivious to my distraction.

Pointing in a different direction he said, "And over there are the cabins. There are twelve of them so far. We're working on more for the rest of the, umm, groups." He continued naming each place as he pointed them out before moving on.

After he finished giving me a 'tour' of the camp, we began walking towards the 'Big House', as Percy called it. It was big (obviously) and white with a wraparound porch like those ones you only see in movies that take place in, like, the 50s or something.

Suddenly, Annabeth ran out of the house, obviously looking for us. When she spotted us, she immediately ran over and tried to hide a smile as she whispered something in Percy's ear.

Then he grinned, too.

I whimpered mentally. I WANTED TO BE IN ON THE SECRET TOO!

"Hey, Steph," Annabeth began, "We've gotta secret." :)

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How'd you like it?? I'd really like some reviews, or even just PM me! :) I can't take any suggestions at the moment, because I already have the next like. . . . I don't know six(?) chapters written and ready to be uploaded. With the encouragement of reviews, might I add. ;)