I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. Bleep! Bleep! Bleep! My hand found its way to the off button and started poking at it. When I finally succeeded in shutting it up I rolled over and dragged myself out of bed. Once I had changed into a simple blue t-shirt and jeans I started combing through my uncooperative blonde hair. Soon enough I was ready to go to school. I grabbed my backpack, purse, and book and walked to school. I only walked because it was less than a mile away and I liked the exercise. When I got to school I found my friend Melissa.

"Hey, Melissa! Guess what?" I asked her.

"Umm...You got a new book?" she guessed.

"Nope! I'm re-reading The Mark of Athena for the seventh time! I'm almost done! I still can't believe how smart Annabeth is!" I fangirled.

"Have you gotten to...the part yet?"

"Thankfully, no. But almost."

"Okay, then no reading during class today. We wouldn't want you "breaking out in the feels" in the middle of math," Melissa teased.

"That would be bad," I agreed. I opened my mouth to say something else but the bell cut me off.

"We better get to class," she said.

"Yeah," I agreed. We walked to room 207. When we got to our first class - history - I was relieved to find that I was right on time. I sat in my seat and only half-listened as Mrs. Keeran called attendance.

"Adrianne," she said, "Adrianne, please answer me."

I looked up. Apparently she'd been calling my name for a while because everyone was looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"I said, what are you holding under your desk?" she replied

"Oh...this old thing," I said, giggling slightly and taking The Mark of Athena off my lap, "It's just a book."

"Would you like to read it to us?"

"Umm...I...no thank you."

"Them please hand it to me. I will return it to you after class."

"Alright," Reluctantly, I handed Mrs. Keeran my book. I felt like I was giving away my right hand. I was being torn apart. But, I knew I would get it back in an hour so I let her take it. She set it on her desk and started rambling on about something - who knows what.

Maybe twenty minutes later our principal, Mr. Smith walked in and asked, "Is Adrianne Ray in here?"

"Yes," Mrs. Keeran replied.

"Someone is here to talk to her. Adrianne, please follow me."

My stomach did a flip as I stood up. Who would come all the way to my school to talk to me, of all people. I followed him out of the room and through the hall. He stopped at an empty classroom.

"They're in there," Mr. Smith told me.

"Okay," I said. And then he walked away. No 'good luck.' Or 'You're not in trouble.' Not even 'Have a good day.' Nothing. So I opened the door, walked in, and found myself looking at...two teenagers. A girl and a boy, about 17. The boy was wearing jeans and an orange t-shirt with writing on it - though I didn't pay any attention to what it said. He had messy black hair, sea green eyes and a slight tan. The girl was wearing shorts and the same t-shirt as the boy. She had curly blonde hair, stormy gray eyes and...was that a sword on her belt? I read her shirt. Camp half-blood. Then I realized who they were. At first I thought it was some kind of trick, but they radiated so much power I knew - somehow - that it was real. My mouth was probably hanging open because they were giving me weird looks. Being ADHD, I don't think I've ever stood still for this long. Then the girl said,

"Hello. I'm Annabeth Chase and this is Percy Jackson."

And that, my friends, is when I fainted.

When I woke up I was in a taxi, but two teenagers were up front. Then I remembered what just happened. Holy. Tartarus. I was in a car with Percabeth. I can't even...I don't know...I just can't. Can't explain how excited, nervous, and everything I felt. If you want an idea, imagine that that the three people you want to meet most in the world walk over to you and say "Hello! We've been looking all over the world to find you!" Now, multiply that excrement by 100. Then you're pretty close to how I was feeling. I closed my eyes again when someone started talking.

"Are you sure we didn't kill her, Annabeth? We do that alot," Percy said.

"She's breathing. Don't worry, she's alive," Annabeth reassured him, "Though I don't know why she passed out."

"Annabeth Chase doesn't know something? What's happening?"

"Shut up, Seaweed Brain."

"Fine, wise girl."

"I am witnessing a Percabeth moment," I said.

Percy and Annabeth jumped and then Annabeth looked back at me.

"You're awake! And, a what moment?" She asked me.

"I just ruined a Percabeth moment," I muttered. Then I said, "Percabeth is your - you and Percy's - ship name."

"Ship? I - we - don't have a ship...you mean the Argo II? No...you couldn't know about the Argo..."

"Ship as in relationship."

Annabeth blushed "Ok, but how did you know about us?"

"The books! Percy Jackson and the Olympians, The Heroes of Olympus...but I can explain that later. Anyways, why did you come to my school?" I questioned.

"Well, you know the Greek go-" she started.

"And they're real and have children with mortals and then there's demigods and you and Percy are Greek demigods. you're a child of Athena and he's a child of Poseidon."

"How did you- never mind. Anyways you're a demigod and we're taking you to camp half blood."

"You...what?" I stuttered, "Did you say Camp Half-Blood?"

"Yes."

I tried to stop myself but I - like any other insane fangirl - passed out, again.