Me- hey I'm mr sky and lightning and this is my co writer katrena riley

Katrena- sup

Me- and we wrote this story

Katrena- I did it from Vivians pov

Me- I did it from Jaces pov do the disclaimer Katrena

Katrena- no you

Me- no you

Katrena- no you

Me- ok compromise we both do the disclaimer.

Katrena- fine oh and I wrote this chapter

me and Katrena together- we own nothing in this story exept Jace, Vivian,Drews gang and Greg

Me- do we also own the worlds Pepsi stash ?

Katrena- no not yet so without further interruptions let the story begin ! ;)

Vivians pov

I am not a morning person. If you need to know anything about me, it's I hate mornings. They're bright and cheery and just plain horrible. Night. Now that is my forte. The darkness, the shadows, the creepers in the night. The moon and stars are way better than the bright, harsh sun. I did mention I hate the sun, right? And I'm not a morning person. I did say that right? Good. Keep it in mind. So if you get to be the /very/ (please note the sarcasm) lucky person to wake me up, I'm sorry. Really I am. Whatever happens to our face (or arms, or stomach, or groin) is not my fault. Which brings me to the second point you must know about me. I have anger issues. So please don't peeve me off. I already went to Anger Management and I do /not/ want to go again.

"VIVIAN!" Someone yelled in my ear, "Get up off your lazy butt! We've got training."

I moaned, "No. Go away."

But of course she doesn't. She's the only one brave enough to wake me up. "Is that how you talk to your Head Counselor, missy?"

"In the morning, yes." I tried to curl up in a tighter ball in a desperate attempt to make her go away. This happens almost every morning. Cue laughter.

I hear her laugh, "Oh Vivi, that line gets me every time." I feel her pat my head. "Now get up," she pulls the covers off me.

"NO!" I screech, trying to snatch them back. I'm not quick enough. I'm never quick enough. So there I am, shivering in the morning cold wearing only my red running shorts and blank tank top "I hate you, Clarisse!" I shout at her turned back.

Clarisse continues walking, not even looking behind her, "I love you to. Now put on more suitable clothes. We're running ten miles today."

"But we won the war! Can't we have a break?" I'm desperate. If there's anything I hate more than those vain Aphrodite kids, its running.

Clarisse laughs again, a bit colder this time. "We celebrated all last week. Now it's time to return to our normal schedule." Then she walks out the door.

I groan, but get dressed quickly. Once she's out the door, we have about ten minutes to be out there or else there'll be consequences. I remember my first week here. I was late every day. Meaning she'd give me a punishment every day. We like to call it 'hazing' since it happens to every new kid. Finding lost landmines (almost lost my leg), dying Chiron's hair green (that was actually pretty fun, though I now really hate washing dishes), and having to sparing with Clarisse (almost died). Yep, that's the life of an Ares kid.

I pulled on some cargo pants, a black shirt that says 'Army Strong,' and of course my combat boots. I never go anywhere without them. They were actually a gift from my father. They'll never burn, never wear, and never stick to anything. Plus, they're surprisingly light. Before leaving, I checked my face out in the mirror. It looked like I just woke up. /I did just wake up…/ I splashed ice cold water on my face. It didn't really help.

"Yo, Purple!"

I turned to see who was calling me. "What Greg?"

Greg smirked. I know we're supposed to love our brothers and everything, but Greg just annoyed the Hades out of me. "Better be outside in ten seconds."

/Oh shoot!/ I quickly ran out the cabin, arriving just in time.

"Vivian Blake!"

"Here!" I piped up.

Clarisse looked me over. "Nice running attire. I approve." /Good. I don't really want to be punished again./

One of the new kids called out, rather rudely, "Why does she have purple hair? Purple is a girly-girl color!"

The kid just so happened to be standing a few people to the left of me. I walk over to him, running my fingers through my short, untidy hair. I hate when people insult my hair. I dyed it a bright purple for a reason. To stand out. And I do. I'm always noticed. Now I'm right in front of the kid. He looks about five years younger than me. So about eleven.

I take a deep breath and bend a little so my face is right in front of his. "I happen to like my hair very much," if looks could kill, my brown eyes would've killed the kid the minute I looked at him, "If you have a problem with it, you can just hold your tongue or I will send you to Hades. Clear?" I did mention I have a temper right?

"Vivi, don't scare the kid too much," but Clarisse sounded bored. "We have a schedule to keep up and we're behind. Everyone, begin running!"

I glared at the scared-to-death kid one more time before falling into place. /Gods I hate running./

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I plopped down under a tree during free time. After running, Clarisse had us go to archery, climb the wall (three times), train in the arena (for four hours), and swim around the lake. And all that was before lunch. Then after lunch, we hit our underground gym. It wasn't until five that we could stop. I was lucky enough to get a shower first, so I had hot water unlike most of my brothers and sisters. /Sucks for them./

I felt a breeze ruffle my hair. I sighed and leaned against the tree. Every muscle in my body ached, but I was used to it. After six years, you get used to Clarisse and her crazy training schedule. Some giggling made me look up. I wanted to smack them, obsessing over some guy. /Pathetic./ They were wearing so much makeup I could see it from way up here. No, I wasn't at Thalia's tree, but I was close to it. A few yards under it. I heard them giggling again. Now they were fixing each other up. /Trying to pretty themselves up. So stupid./ That's the major difference between children of Ares and Aphrodite. While we are tough, strong, and fighters, children of Aphrodite are petty, shallow, and delicate. I looked at the clothes I was wearing. Jean shorts, a ripped red shirt with black tank top underneath, and of course, my black combat boots. They were wearing dresses. /I hate dresses./ I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn't hear anyone come up. How reckless.

"Hey."

I looked up, in shock. I recognized the boy, but couldn't really remember his name.

"Hey," I said cautiously.

He sat down beside me and held out his hand, "Jace Conners."

"Vivian Blake," I replied, but I didn't take his hand. After a moment, he dropped it awkwardly.

"I've seen you before."

I smirked. "Well, I've been here since I was ten."

"And you're sixteen now, right? Your birthday was a few months ago."

I narrowed my eyes, "How do you know?"

Strangely, he didn't seem unnerved by my glare. He shrugged, "Being invisible has its benefit."

I stared in shock. /Invisible?/ Now, I really don't look at boys, but he most certainly isn't invisible. His hair was a bit long and shaggy, but it was a beautiful light brown color. His eyes were bright purple eyes with pink flecks in them and they seemed to be glowing. He was tall and muscular, but not super buff. His skin was smooth and tan, but not as much as Percy's. His white shirt hugged him and went great with his black straight cut jeans.

/Wait a minute./

I stood up abruptly. "I have to go." I calmly walked away, but the minute I thought I was out of his sight, I broke out into a run.

/What the heck was I thinking? I'm not an Aphrodite girl! I most certainly do not drool over boys. I fight them and win. I'm an Ares kid!/

I reached my cabin and glanced behind me. No one was looking at me strangely or following me. Breathing a sigh of relief, I walked into the cabin and went straight to Clarisse's bed to retrieve my blanket. No matter how hard I tried, my mind kept thinking about him. I've seen him before, but never really paid attention to him. I don't even know who his parent is.

I crawled into my top bunk and tried to forget about the strange boy. It worked. I fell asleep, took a nap, and forgot he even existed. Well, that is until I accidently fell on top of him the following day.

It was his fault!