Well, you could say I was happy...but that would be a little to subtle. Why? Because I, Annabeth Marie Chase, was hired to babysit! Now that I put it like that it sounds pathetic. But it's who I was hired by that excites me. Ready for it?

Poseidon Olympia.

I know right! I was just hired to watch one of the richest man in the universe's children. That's a pretty big honor. I mean, if you are really rich and there is a chance anyone you trust your children could kidnap them and use them to get money out of you...big risk. But here is Sally Jackson, Poseidon's wife who decided to keep her last name, handing over her kids' safety to a 17-year-old girl.

Plus, they are paying me a LOT.

"Well, here is the schedule. I hope it's not to much. Then we would have to find someone else when we clearly have an amazing girl right here." Sally says, turning to her husband at the last sentence. A light pink blush comes to my cheeks at the compliment.

I take the schedule from the small, wood table in front of me. The room we where sitting in was pretty nice. Large floor covered with plush, navy blue carpet. The walls where a light blue, similar to baby blue, and contrasted in the best way with the floors and was decorated in pictures of people I guessed were family and friends and large flat-screen t.v. on the wall with the least pictures. I was sitting on a single person seat with Poseidon and Sally sitting in a love seat across from me. I could tell that they rearranged the room recently based on the fact that the where dents in the carpet from the weight of where the furniture once was. There where also a few toddler toys an a layed out blanket in the far corner. Looked like a wonderful home to me.

Anyway, looking at the schedule, I judged by memory that I in fact was not to busy, even thought it was a lot to handle.
Their youngest daughter, Polly, was a year old so I could not let her out of my sight or I am in BIG trouble. Their second youngest children where twins, Triton and Maggy. They where both ten. Triton had swimming lessons on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays at 3:30 in the afternoon. Maggy has dance class every Monday and Wednesday at 4:00 pm, gymnastics every Saturday at 8:00 am, and softball practice every Saturday at 1:00 pm and games Tuesday and Friday at 6:00 pm. Well, I'm guessing Maggy is pretty fit.
Next on is twelve. She is a straight A student and loves to visit the library and read or write whenever she gets the chance. Hm. Sounds a lot like me before my parents told me to go and spend my every spare moment looking for a job that paid more than minimum wage. That was two months ago. Anyway, I would love taking her to the library.
And the thirteen year old. Calliope. The "fashonista" of the family. Apparently she loves shopping and is usually hanging out with her friends, here, at the mall, anywhere they wanted to go (with boundaries). Sally also warned my to be careful with her because she was just an atomic bomb of drama and PMS waiting to explode.
And last but not least...or least...let's go with 'yet to be determined'...Perseus Jackson. Though he preferred Percy. He was my age and had swimming almost every weekend. (Don't worry. This is not going to be one of those stereotypical 'boy meets girl, girl meets boy, they fall in love'. I hope anyway, because that would just be weird.) We go to the same school. I've heard of him. He is one of the 'popular people' and there is almost no chance that

"Why don't you just have Percy look after his siblings?" I wonder aloud. "He could stand to have some responsibility."

Sally chuckled. "Oh, that ship has already sailed. He lost the twins and we had to call the police to find them. I absolutely do NOT want a repeat of that fiasco. But I'm quite sure he can help you every once and a while. Do you have a car?"

"No." I had to walk here from the bus stop I got off the bus at, which is two miles away.

"Well then," Poseidon says in his deep voice, "I'm sure Percy will be more than happy to drive you anywhere you need to go. Babysitting or personal reasons."

"Thanks." I say, smiling great fully.

I scan over the schedule with my eyes again and...Hold up. There's something wrong. "This says I begin work everyday at six o' clock in the morning." After checking the times over again, I notice another thing. "And stop at nine thirty at night. This makes no sense."

Poseidon gives his wife a questioning look. "You didn't tell her?"

"Must've slipped my mind," She replies.

"What?" I ask, looking between the couple. "What slipped your mind?"

"Because of the times, and unless you want to wake up at three in the morning and go to bed at nearly eleven, you would have to move in with us.

...Oh. Okay.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh. Yeah. I'm fine with that. I'll have to ask my parents." I say slowly and unsurely.

I get up and walk through the door way that I assume leads to the kitchen. I pull my phone out of my pocket to call my mother. I wasn't surprised that I'm not freaking out. I'm put under a lot of pressure at home from my mom's expectations. Plus, my annoying little brothers are there.

I dial my moms number once I am sitting down at the kitchen's bar/counter thing. It takes her two rings to answer.

"Did you get the job, sweetheart?" No hello or what's up.

I mentally sigh. "Yes, mum, I did. But there is one condition."

"What is it, honey?"

"They want me to live with them." I explain. "For as long as I'm babysitting."

"Yes, I know. Sally and I have already discussed this. In fact, we are moving your things to the truck right now."

I'm astonished. "How did you pack everything so fast?"

She chuckles. "I have had a whole team of people over since you left."

I left the house over three hours ago. Enough time for a large group of people to pack ally things. What about my...uh... 'clothes' and...other things... If you know what I mean. Kind of embarrassing.

My mom, knowing me well enough, says, "Don't worry, hun. I packed those." I blush slightly even though no one can see it.

"Thanks. When will my stuff be here?"

She pauses, thinking, I suppose. "About two hours."

"Okay. Thanks. I've gotta go. Talk to you later."

"'Gotta' is not a word, honey."*eye roll*"But call me when you are all settled in. Bye."

I walk back into the living room and sit back down in the chair and tell Sally that my stuff will be here soon. Poseidon went off somewhere for a meeting.

"Why don't I call down the kids so you can meet the?" Sally asks.

I'm kind of excited to meet them and get to know them. After all, I will be babysitting them for at least a few months.

I've always wanted to be a mother and take care of kids, but I'm only seventeen and taking care of five kids. This will be a long school year.

"Kids! Come down here! I have someone for you to meet!" Sally yells in the direction of the stairs in the right corner before turning to me and saying "I have to go upstairs to get Polly."

I nod in agreement as she leaves. I wait and after a moment's silence, two children come pushing and fighting each other down the stairs. I simply laugh at their antics. They don't stop until they see me. But once they do it's all straight backs and silence.

"Hi," the girl, who I am assuming is Maggy, greets.

"Hi. You must be Maggy and Triton."

"Yup!" She answers, popping the 'p'.

Another girl emerges from the stairway. She is wearing a pink Hello Kitty tank-top and jean shortss that are a little too short. Her hair was long and dark brown. She must be Calliope. And, being the typical thirteen year old girl she probably is, her eye were glued to her phone.

"Are you Percy's girlfriend or something?" she asks without looking up from her phone, and in a snotty tone like I just interrupted something of utter importance. I was a little shocked. Why would she just assume that I am the girlfriend of her brother, and a boy I have never personally met. True, she couldn't possibly know that so I let it slide.

"Nope. But my name is Annabeth." I reply.

Just then, Sally returns with a small child in her arms and a figure following her. The little girl is adorable. Black hair, deep, brown eyes, a chubby little nose and cheeks. Her aura is just full of the happiness of her youth. Ah, how it is to be so young and oblivious to the problems of the world.

When the figure behind her steps into light, I guess that it is Percy. He is looks older than me but it is probably the fact that he is taller with a LOT of muscles. (It would be a 'shocked to death' situation if he didn't work out daily). He has wild black hair, round nose, and his eyes...well, they are green. But not a normal green. Different shades of green are amalgamated together in a beautiful collage that shows sensations of joy. He wears a mundane grey T-shirt and jeans. When he sees me, his brow furrows in confusion. Probably wondering why I was in his house. See, Percy and I have talked to each other a few times, seeing that he is in my grade and is my best friend, Thalia's, best friend. He seems like a nice guy but he is the captain of the swim team and I'm captain of the chess club so we don't really get the chance to mingle.

"Uh, mom," Percy speaks up, "why is Annabeth here?" He knows my name?

She smiles. "Well, Percy, since we all know you are not fit to take care of children..." He nods his head in agreement. "...we hired a new babysitter."

"Okay..." He looks at his mother expectantly, like she's hiding back a secret.

"And," Sally continues, "she's moving in with us."

A few moments of silence until Calliope says, "Okay." before trotting up the stairs as the twins run up to me and hugs my legs, knocking me over with a squeal. Percy just starts laughing before he reaches out a hand to help me up.

I grab his hand, finding it huge compared to mine. I must look heavier than I am because when he pulls me up, I slam my forehead into his chin causing us both to fall back this time. Laughter fills the room because of it.

I just lay on my back, eyes closed, not moving, because dang did that hurt!

"Mom!" I hear a female voice yell. "Percy killed the nanny already!"

I take a deep breath and sit up, "No, no. I'm fine. Just a bit of a headache. Do you have any aspirin?"

"Yeah," Percy replies, getting up from his position, which was kneeling next to me on the floor. He exits the room through the doorway I went through to make my call earlier. I hear a cupboard open then close again, and soon I was taking the medicine and being pushed up the stairs by Sally who was insisting on my resting after my 'near death experience' as she put it. Though Percy has a boney chin I hardly think it's enough to kill anyone.

She pushes me upstairs to an almost empty room. In the top left corner and a plain wooden desk in the opposite corner. The bed has no sheets or blankets or a pillow, but still looks comfortable enough.

I don't realize how tired I am until I lay my head down in my hands and let the blackness take me.

A/N 2: Sorry if I started using weird words...if you don't understand, look them up. BTW, 'mundane' also means plain or ordinary and is in no way in relation to TMI