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She reached up and tenderly kissed my lips as though we would never kiss again. "What was that for?" I asked. She gave an adorable smile and hugged me, "I don't know, is a girl not allowed to kiss her boyfriend?" I hugged her back and said "Well, we better get back to our cabins before the harpies find us. See you tomorrow Annabeth"
She went around the back way to her cabin, while I was left to trudge my way back from the beach alone. The moment I stepped in my cabin, a bright light magically shone around me, and an unrecognizable voice echoed throughout the cabin. "Come, Perseus. Let's have some fun" The evil laughter was suddenly drowned out by a roar of wind surrounding me. I awoke to find myself asleep in my room in my mom's apartment.
Looking around confused, my mother suddenly walked in smiling, and said "Good morning Percy." "Umm…hi Mom…umm how did I get here? I was at Camp Half-Blood, and now I'm here…..where's Annabeth and everyone?" I asked. My mother frowned at sat next to me, feeling my forehead for a fever. "Who's Annabeth, sweetie? And what's Camp Half-Blood? Are you feeling all-right?" I drew back, confused and surprised. "Umm...nothing, I'm fine Mom, must've been a dream or something." She shrugged and said "Well, you better get ready for school. You don't want to be late again."
Once she left, I pulled on some clothes and frantically searched my pockets for Riptide." In my left pocket, I felt the familiar shape of my ballpoint pen and quickly pulled it out and uncapped it, expecting my sword to grow in my hand. But nothing happened, my pen remained what it was portrayed to be, an ordinary disposable ballpoint pen that cost about thirty cents. I stared at the pen, shocked and about to cry. Where was I? I silently swore that whatever god was playing this awful trick was going to get it once I returned to the real world.
I walked to school, pretending nothing was wrong or bothering me. Upon entering the school, I was bombarded by a small man with very hairy legs underneath his shorts. "Grover?!" I shouted, overcome with joy. "Hey, Percy! I've missed you when I was in Europe. That place is amazing!" I drew back from his hug "Europe?" I drew closer and whispered "Grover, something weird's going on, Riptide won't work and I was transported from Camp Half-Blood to here."
Grover looked at me as if I were crazy "What? What's Riptide and what the hell is Camp Half-Blood? And Percy I went to Europe with my parents for a vacation the past few weeks."
My eyes widened when I heard Grover curse, he had never cursed before and looking down, I saw his abnormally hairy legs, were human, not goat legs. "Umm…yeah wait, Grover, if you're here, that means Annabeth probably is too!? Where is she?" I said hopefully. If anyone could solve this mess, Annabeth could.
Grover's bushy eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Annabeth? As in Annabeth Chase?" I nodded in excitement and hope. "Well," Grover began, "She's right over there."
I looked down the crowded hallway to see Annabeth wearing one of the sluttiest outfits I have ever seen. The tiny purple tank-top that revealed her midriff and v-necked so you could see quite a lot of her cleavage, was nothing compared to the tiny mini skirt that began at her hips and had about an inch of fabric that barely covered her butt.
Her posy of about 7 other girls surrounded her, and as they walked down the hallway, everyone cleared a path for the cheerleaders. As they passed me and Grover, my shock dissipated and I shouted "Annabeth!" She turned and revealed her face was plastered in make-up. Her heavy mascara layered eyes glared across the hallway searching for the person who dared to udder her name.
"Annabeth! It's me! Percy!" I stupidly shouted eagerly. Her eyes bolted to me, and briefly, her eyes widened in recognition, but darted back to a furious glare. She walked up to me, her high heels clicking with every step closer. I backed up against the lockers, silently smacking myself for being so stupid. What if she didn't recognize me?
This wasn't the real Annabeth; well at least it wasn't MY Annabeth. Anything that had made her who she was was gone in this world. Now she was a shallow, though still-beautiful, but bitchy cheerleader who believed she was the queen of the world. I braced myself against the lockers, terrified of what she might do to me. This wasn't the real Annabeth, but she seemed to have the same amount of attitude and fierceness.
She cornered me against the lockers, then surprisingly pressed her half-naked body against mine and kissed me tenderly. She smiled, "Hi Percy."