I DON'T OWN PERJY J. & THE OLYMPIANS
PERCY
A lot of things in my life are amazing. Like, the fact that Annabeth and I are dating. That still amazes me, even though we started dating two years ago. Its amazing Grover is still my best friend, even though we met when I was twelve. It's amazing I haven't died yet, either to a stupid prophecy or a monster, or a god/goddess who hates my guts. There are a lot of them who hate my guts. It's amazing I can still stare into the Camp bonfire and feel like I'm twelve again, the newbie, shocked, a little scared, and a little sad. But overall a warm, pleasant happy. It's amazing everyone looks up to me, like I'm some modern-day Hercules, or something. It's amazing every single one of my friends are the same. My name is Percy Jackson; I find a lot of things amazing.
ANNABETH
Pretty much everything I know is amazing. And I know a lot. Like, Percy is my boyfriend. Sometimes I still think of him as the unconscious boy in the infirmary, me feeding him the nectar of the gods, of the twelve year old sleeping on a cot in the medical attention center. Sometimes I think of him as The Bearer of the Curse of Achilles, slashing at monster's driving them back to Brooklyn in that war. But most of the time I think of the cute guy with black hair and green eyes that makes me laugh with his seaweed-brained stupidity. It's amazing I found something permanent. Something I'm able to rely on. It's amazing I'm nearing the time I can stay at Camp. Next summer will be my last. I still remember my seven-year-old scared-ness, me entering Camp for the first time, leaving Thalia at the mercy of the monsters, not fully understanding what was going on. It's amazing I'm not even halfway through Daedalus's laptop. It's amazing my mom hasn't hatched a plan to make Percy commit suicide, or something. Or maybe she is planning this very second, I don't know. My name is Annabeth Chase, and a lot is amazing.