Annabeth POV
Reading Greek books on architecture will never get old! Every page has new information. I can memorize new angles, learn new styles, and have some peace and quiet time all to myself. This seems to be something only my siblings can understand, though.
My mind decided to take a little vacation, however, to an alternate reality where Percy could understand what I was talking about. Ah, that would be good. Ha. No way.
When I realized I had zoned out, about five minutes had passed. My eyes widened. I hadn't done that in, like, forever!
If possible, my eyes widened further. My thoughts had contained improper grammar. Shaking my head, my eyes traveled back to something I could understand; my book. However, something was off. The words seemed way more jumbled than usual. Also, I could not seem to grasp the simplest concepts that I was reading about.
Okay, that was un-cool. Something is wrong here. I don't even feel like thinking anymore, which is definitely a first. I clenched my fists around the cover of the book in frustration, when it happened.
The book caught on fire!
A sound escaped my mouth as I repeatedly smacked the book to quench the flames. However, that only seemed to make it worse. Finally, I threw the book on the floor, stood up, and yelled. "Put it out!" The rest of my siblings seemed to come out of their dazes in time to save the precious literature.
Once the fire was out, I sighed, and went to talk to Chiron. Something was going very wrong.
(From now on, I will put it in the character's POV, but will not be referring to them as 'I' or 'me'.