Percy opened his backpack and pulled out his binder. It was so unorganized that it was hopeless to try and find something in it. Except for one thing.
Percy pulled out a picture. It was the picture of a girl. Whenever he looked at it, it was almost impossible for him not to grin, despite the fact that the memory was painful.
The girl had blonde hair and grey eyes. She stood in front of the Lincoln Monument in Washington DC. But he barely noticed that.
It was the way the sun made her hair glow that made him smile.