A/N: Read my announcement and I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Rick Riordan does.

Ok, I know some of you have read my other fic, Adara Mist, previously. If you like that fic, then I'll hope you like this one. But if you don't, please try this out. If you don't like this either, then, I'll stop writing this but this will be different, I promise. I'm trying on a different style and I'm doing my best. I do need some feedback and reviews to tell me what I'm doing wrong and not just saying this sucks or get rid of this, please. Thank you very much if you have read this and please enjoy! I would personally love to thank Toffrox33 and Clcy for their help.

A/N: PLEASE TAKE MY POLLS!!

I WILL BE CLOSING THE POLL BY THE END OF THE WEEK AND CHANGING IT WITH ANOTHER SOON! I WILL HAVE FIVE POLLS!!

First Poll: Which Style of Writing should I use for Future Stories based on my Previous Stories?

Second Poll: Which POV is more prefered?

Third Poll: Which is your favourite OC made by me?

Fourth Poll: Fav Story made by me?

Fifth Poll: Currently unknown.

Special thanks to:

You know Who- Thanks for reviewing and I will tone her down. Trust me on this. I will not disappoint you.

Clcy- Thanks for reviewing and the compliment. I think the spelling errors you are talking, I mean typing about is the short forms bout and lil'. It's the way my character talk, you'll find out why later on. Also, I'm not the best in grammar I suppose... But I will learn and be better. Thank you again for pointing out my mistakes. Don't worry about my character, she'll turn out ok, along with Mark Keenan.

Romy-chen- I'm glad she's not a Mary Sue to you. Well, there's a logical explanation for Mark Keenan's attitude. Well, I suppose that's her name... It was the first name that came into mind... Anyway, thanks for reviewing.

Musafreen- As blunt as always, it's been awhile. Anyway, I hope this one is a lot better. Thanks for the review.

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A Percy Jackson fanfic
-by I-LoVe-AnImEsSs

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" I don't like it." I say, annoyed with the situation.

" What don't you like, K?" Rachel asks. I look up to give her a blank look. She nods her head at me and smiles. I take one last look at my first term test results and sigh. " Well, K, it's your fault for not studying again." She scolds.

I glare at her but of course, as my best friend, she is unaffected by it. "Take a look at this! I mean, I didn't study at all because I was too lazy, you know that. But I didn't know I was that bad." I whine to Rachel. She sighs and takes a look at my results. Then she rolls her eyes.

" How did you do this bad? You weren't this bad in last year's final term." I bite my lip, remembering about my extra activities with my beloved computer. "Seriously K, you have 2 As, 3 Ds and quite a lot of failures. You failed the tests again." She accused, giving me a pointed look. I moan internally, she was going to give me another lecture.

Before she could start, a crash sounded. Rachel and I could see the form of a tall girl with braces. I couldn't help but smile. Jill could always impress me.

" Please Ms. Dare, your art work is magnificent! You must join the contest! We need you on the team!" Jill, the vice president of the arts and crafts club, begged Rachel.

Rachel's full name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare and she is very rich. But I didn't become her best friend because of that, I became her best friend because we share the same creativity. I love daydreaming. I could dream about a whole other world besides the one we live in. Some people probably think I'm strange, but I don't really care.

I also enjoy creative writing but I'm not good at it. Sometimes, I write about perfect characters and I have a feeling it is because I want to be perfect too. But, I'm not perfect at all, I'm just a perfectionist. But that doesn't make me like Clarion Academy at all. Here they judge you by your status.

Rachel is not included in their group, the group of the rich and spoiled The reason to that is because,even though she's rich, she likes to help out with charities and campaigns. I was glad when Rachel accepted me with open arms after I failed my first tests here.

She's been with me and has supported me every time since. I hope to return the favor someday.

"Jill. Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?" Rachel questioned the girl, turning her frustration towards Jill. I couldn't help but laugh when Jill starts sprinting away. Rachel's pretty scary when she's mad. Be careful when she whips out her blue hairbrush. It's her favorite weapon. I asked her why once and she said that it reminds her of someone. I don't know who she was thinking about, but I do know the hairbrush actually hurts if she decides to use it against you.

Rachel glares at me for laughing. I put my hands up. " I surrender. Come on Rachel, why can't you tutor me? You know that I'm terrible at studying."

" You know how bad I am at teaching people, I have no patience. Anyway, I'll see you after school and watch out, I heard Linda and Mitch were planning to get you soaking wet somehow."

I roll my eyes, nod my head and smile. They'll never get me... I hope.

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" What are you doing here?" I scowl at him threateningly.

" Well, why shouldn't I be here?"Came the voice of the one person I strongly disliked.

" I gave you no permission to come into the Coffee Shop, Mark Keenan." I continue glaring at him. His smirk widens at my anger.

"And that's exactly why I'm here, Kaycee Connell." My eyes widen in surprise. How did he know my name? I began to voice my question.

" How did you-?"

" Know your name? Simple, you're wearing a name tag." He says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. I feel my cheeks start to grow hot in embarrassment. Well, that proves how dumb I am...

" Oh."

" And, it's really easy for me to find people like you. Now, I've got a request to ask of you." He says. I raise my eyebrows in suspicion. " You are going to be my date for tonight's party. All the people with status will be there." He lost me at the word 'date'.

" Wait just a minute! What do you mean I'm going to be your date?!?" I yell out in shock. Everyone in the shop stopped and stared at me. I gave them a sheepish smile, before turning my glare towards Mark Keenan. " What exactly are you planning?" I growl.

" Nothing in particular. I just hate these types of parties and I'm going to make you suffer with me, that's all. Oh, you should dress up." He turns his back to me and walks out of the shop.

" I didn't even agree yet!!!" I shout at his back. I could feel him smirk at my outburst. " I don't even have a dress!!!"

Great, I think sarcastically, now I have to find a dress.... Be prepared Underworld, because I'm going to kill myself for this. I despise dresses.