I'm terrible with Percabeth, and I don't enjoy writing it. So I have given' up on The PJO holiday story and Snow. I'll allow anyone who wants to finish it do so. Just PM for more info. Anyways this is a story I WON'T give up on and it will be awesome!!!

Zeus rains on my Parade

My foot tapped anxiously on the floor of my mom's car. School had FINALLY gotten out two days ago, and we were swerving around the corner leading to Long Island, New York. AKA Camp Half-Blood.

I was feeling pretty great because when my school blew up this year it wasn't very bad!

It was science, and my teacher was gabbing on about plants and photosynthesis. I was busy doodling things like sharks and rabid worms eating my science teacher, when thunder rumbled outside. No one was really worried about it except me. When there was a lightning storm around me it normally meant Zeus was in the mood to blow things up. Sadly, he chose my school, and I was automatically blamed for mixing an explosive chemical.

So here I was in my mom's blue Camry swerving into camp. She stopped at the bottom of Half blood hill, and helped me get my suitcase out of the back.

"Okay, Percy." She said, trying not to cry, "I know you're a big boy now, and Kronos is long-gone, but I do not approve of anymore quests. Five is enough…"

"Actually Mom, it was four. One was more of a rescue mission…" I corrected, but she strangled me in one last hug.

"I don't care of you're on vacation! You will not leave Camp unless Chiron is leading a GROUP trip!!!" She smothered me in good-bye kisses, and sent me up the hill.

Annabeth and I had gotten off wrong after the battle of the Labyrinth, but we made up last year, as always, and were good friends again. So in turn, As soon as I passed Thalia's Pine, she raced up the hill to greet me.

"Percy!" She said, giving me a friendly hug. I returned the hug, and together we walked off to my cabin.

Cabin three was as lonely as ever. Tyson took a permanent home in Dad's palace, but Dad got him a special Shell-Phone so he could call me whenever he wanted. I only got a call every, like, two minutes!

I tossed my case gods knows where, and came back out with Annabeth.

"So, what has a seaweed brain such as you been up to?" She asked as I came out of my sea shell door. The nick name didn't bug me much anymore. It's sort of like a mole. At first you hate it, and you want to get rid of it, but soon it becomes a part of you, and it just sticks with you forever.

"The usual. Blowing up schools, and giving the UPS guy a hard time with Mrs. O'Leary." (A/N Is that it? My friend borrowed my copy of BOTL so I don't know…) Yup. I still had her. We kept her behind the apartment in an unused alley-way. She her favorite shield-Frisbee and her Spartan Warrior doll to accompany her. Not to mention her water dish (Which is a horse waterer you may find at a local farm…) and her pile of Iams kibble in the corner. I took her out to use the bathroom twice a day, and once a night. But you know, if you gotta' go… you gotta' go. It looked (And smelled) about as bad as a chicken coop. Only with scat bigger than you are and enough pee to fill a lake.

After a few hilarious stories about Mrs. O'Leary's on-going war with the UPS guy (Because no matter how high Paul made those walls…) and poop-scoop days, I made the mistake of asking her what she's been up to.

He eyes grew alight with one thousand memories.

"You wouldn't believe how much Mac & cheese little Tommy could eat…" she started. I toned out after 'Wouldn't believe'.

Finally, after about two million stories about her brothers, her family's new dog, a collie named Saige, and new architecture designs she'd been working on, I was completely zomibfied and half dead. All I did was inquire a few Yeah's and I know's every time there was a break in her words.

Eventually it was time for dinner. There, Chiron greeted me, and gave me the bead that he forgot to give me at the end of last year for my necklace. It was a bead with a picture of a sword and a poorly drawn decapitated head. The lunch tables applauded.

It was a pretty empty day. But I was back where I belonged,, my sixteenth birthday was gone, and it was time for me to sit back, relax, and enjoy my last years at camp half blood, without any sort of threat what-so-ever.

Or so I thought.