I woke up to, drum roll please, screaming.
I sigh, not in anger or stress, just a waking up sigh.
I stretch and walk over to the screaming girl.
The rest of the cabin groans, and I give them a glare as hard as my sisters.
See, I'm that unknown person who lurks in the shadows of the book, never to be heard of.
I am Caleb Chase.
Yes, I know you're think, a boys name for a girl?
My parents aren't exactly normal.
See, I'm a daughter of Athena.
"Annabeth." I say sweetly.
Unlike the rest of our half siblings, we are full siblings.
"Percy?" She cried.
Ever since her boyfriend, the great Percy Jackson (cue me twirling my finger in the air saying "Whoop de do!") went missing, she has nightmares about where he is.
"No Annabeth, it's Caleb."
"We are never going to find him." She sobs as I sit down next to her and stroke her hair as she leans into my shoulder sobbing.
"What did I promise?" I ask.
See, I promised on the River Styx that we would find him.
Thunder cracks outside even thinking about the promise.
"But-" she starts.
"Shh." I cooe. "I'm gonna go to Rachel in a little, ask if she found anything, alright?"
She nods and lays on her pillow once more.
I walk into the cabins bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror.
Our mother, Athena, created Annabeth and I much differently.
Unlike Annabeth's blonde hair, I have dark brunette hair. Her hair is in princess curls, mine as straight as a board.
Our only things we have in common are our gray, stormy eyes, our body shape, and our smarts.
I sigh and pull my dark hair in a messy bun, half my short hair falling out of it.
I slip on my black high top converses, my orange camp half blood tee shirt, and my jean shirts. I pull on my black cardigan, hating bright colors, and pull it together with a gray belt, matching my eyes.
I walk out of the Athena cabin and race to Rachel's cave.
I'm not kidding, she lives in a cave.
The cave is lit with stringed party lights, with colorful blankets everywhere. Her drawings and sketches cover the walls so you can't see the cold rock, and she sits sleeping in a pose where one leg is up with her laying down.
I suppress a laugh as I take a picture for future blackmail.
I hang out with the Stolls way to much.
I walk up quietly to the frizzy haired redhead go to her ear, and just before I scream, she whispers,"Hey Caleb."
"AH! HOLY MOTHER OF THE GODS, RACHEL!" I gasp, clutching my chest.
She smiles at me.
Rachel still has her paint splattered jeans and orange half blood tee shirt on.
She suddenly grimaces,"Annabeth?"
I only nod.
"Anything?" I ask hopefully.
"Yes!" She cries out happily.
"What?" I demand.
"Go to the Grand Canyon, find the hero with one shoe."
"No rhyming, no smoke?"
"I would, but I'm tired and I can't remember it all." Rachel admits, blushing.
I smile and race back to the cabin, screaming Annabeth's name the whole way.
Yes? No? Maybe so?
Tell me if you want me to continue, this is my second story, don't hate!
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