Aria POV

Chapter One

I bent over ackwardly to pick up the small white daisey that fluttered out of my locker. I twirled it around in my slender fingers. A smile crept up on my lips and I closed my locker door and walked to Algebra 2 class. My eyes lifted to the white board as Ms. Pedram wrote her pretty little lletters and numbers across the board. Even though I couldn't exactly get used to the way they looked scrambled I did well in this class. I sat the daisey on the corner of my desk and opened my Algebra book. I sighed then my eyes focused on black scribley writing that went over question 6,7, and 8. It took me a while to read but I finally got it, and I immediately wished I didn't.

I'm watching you.

My heart sprung from my chest, I looked around, breathing heavily. Ms. Pedram glared at me and scoffed out angirly, "Ms. Aria, tell me what you got for number 6." My cheeks turned a bright red and I looked down nervously at my blank sheet of paper, and my shaking hands.

"Um…" I said softly, my only word cracking.

Everything on the page seemed to be blurry and scrambled except for the black chicken scratch writing. Ms. Pedram sighed, and looked at the next person beside me; Emy. The girl smiled and answered respectivley. I glared at the daisey and got up quickly, and ran out the door to the bathroom. I slid into a stall and stood there. Dammit… I shouldn't have run out like that, make my teacher hate me even more. I opened the stall door and slammed into a short slender girl, I yelped and sprung backwards, She looked at me with huge golden brown eyes, her ratty red hair curled around her shoulder, She smiled softly, blushing, "Sorry." She squeaked out and then moved to the long row of sinks. I crept back out of the stall and walked to the sinks. Looking at myself in the mirror. Wavy bleach blonde hair to the small of my back. My big blue-golden colored eyes shimmered slightly in the dim light. I wore my white pumas, with a white cassual tank top and black work out shorts.

I washed my hands, even though it wasn't needed. I wrung out my hands and dried them off, when the small voice spoke again. "Did you get my note?" she asked. I turned around, my eyes widened, she smiled softly. I backed up, running into the paper towel despencer.

"Don't be scared." She smirked, fixing her green hat to an odd position.

"Um… by this point, I think I should be." I said squeakely.

She laughed, and I could have swore it almost sounded like a goat, "You don't know who you are? Do you?"

I looked at her quizzically. I'm Aria, I think I know who I am… freak.

She sighed, "Do you have dyslexia? Live with just your mom? Excel in music, and Archery?"

Okay… Who the hell is she? Some stalker?!

She smiled sweetly, "You do, everything I said, you do."

By this point, I squeaked as she stepped closer. I then had a freak out and shot out of the bathroom, down the main hall, pushed through the glass doors ran down the steps and jumped into my Mustang. I rumaged around for my keys in my pockets then pushed it into the starter. It coughed then sparked to life, but the red head freak was running ackwardly down the steps, screaming, "WAIT WAIT!" I glared at her and rolled down the window. She looked at me pleadingly.

"I have to take you to Camp Half-Blood!" she squeaked. It almost sounded like a bleating of a goat. Okay… weird…er.

"Camp.. What?"

"JUST MOVE!"

I mumbled, but shoved over to the passenger side. She climbed releaved into the passenger side. Glancing up the steps to the front doors, she took in a sharp gasp. I followed were she was looking. And my eyes widened, there stood a tall, skiny guy. Pale, so pale he looked goth. I think he was goth. Black circles under his eyes, purpley black irises, ripped black clothes, ratty dark brown hair. In ways he looked… well fimiliar. And in his hand was the daisey that was on my desk, he smirked, his purpely pink lips curved into a cruel smile. And the daisey crumpled to a brown crisp in his hand.

She fumbled with the gears, putting it in drive, "S-son of h-hades." She said lowly, stepping harshly on the gas. The car shot forward, rumbling angirly down the parking lot rows then into the almost empty road. But behind us was a black car with blood red rims, it was easily keeping pace on us. I looked at him in the rear veiw mirror. He mouthed the words, Coming to the Camp, eh? I shivered and glanced at the red head.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Lily." She said quietly, eyes glued to the road.

"Nice to meet you Lily, NOW PRESS ON THE FREAKIN GAS!"