A/N: I do not own anything from the Percy Jackson series. Rick Riordan does. Nor do I own any of his characters. I'd also like to thank Katherine'The Chameleon'Jackson for tricking me into writing this.


Running, running, running. That's all I was doing in my dream. Just running. From what, I'm not totally sure. All I know is that for some reason I'm now left with a major headache and a nagging feeling that some time in the near future, I'm really going to be running. But instead I'll know what I'm running from. I rolled over in my bed only to remember that today is October 8th. My mom's funeral. She was killed over summer, fell asleep in her car in some random ally by the Empire State building. Her car got crushed by some UFO thingamee. NASA doesn't even know what it is. Making today that much harder.

"Katharina Juliet Lucheci. Get your butt out of bed now! We have to leave soon!" Yelled my step dad Gus, from outside my door. My real dad ditched my mom once he found out she was knocked up so we were on our own for a while until Gus came around. He's okay I guess.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going." I stumbled out of my bed and put on my army green skinny jeans, tucked in my burnt orange oxford shirt, buckled my belt, laced up my combat boots, threw my hair up in a top knot and ran out the door. Quickly followed by me reentering the door remembering that I forgot my blazer, over the shoulder bag I never leave the house without( incase I ever get kidnapped it has everything in there) and my scarf.

"You're wearing that to the funeral?" Gus asked skeptically.

"Yes. Yes, I am. And I'm not really in the mood for this right now. I have a headache." I retorted, walking into the kitchen to get some Advil.

"Thanks for coming you guys. You didn't have to do this." I tell my best friend Percy and his new girlfriend as we enter the church. Annabeth, is okay, I like her, but not totally sold on her quite yet. I mean Percy and I have known each other since birth. Same birthday. Hospital, hospital floor. We were even in the same emergency room when we were born, plus the exact same dyslexia and ADD problem (we blame the doctor). So Annabeth was walking into 16 years of brother/sister hood.

"It's no problem. You'd do the same for me. Are you going to read that letter that your mom wrote you?" Percy asked, referring to the letter my mom left for me.

"Given the fact that I have yet to get up the courage to read it alone, I don't think that I am going to do it in front of an audience. Plus my reading skills aren't exactly skilled. Along with the fact that I'm really nervous and it might say something about my dad. I don't know if I can handle that. Also there's the fact that my dead mother left me a letter. A bit creepy if you ask me." I cautioned.


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