A/N: Okay so I know I said I would put this up like forever ago, but I've been kind of busy. What with Volleyball practice and summer school. So I'm really sorry but hopefully this makes it up to you guys. I would also like to thank everyone who reviewed it. Thank You! The second chapter should be up by the end of this week. But no promises. Hope you in joy.

Disclaimer: I do not own . . . The Percy Jackson World . . . Any of the characters featured except Grace Tide . . . I also do not own Mayday Parade and their amazing but depressing song Terrible Things.


Chapter 2: Terrible Things


Chapter one,

Too young to notice

And too dumb to care,

Love was a story that

Couldn't compare.

- Mayday Parade, Terrible Things

Annabeth

"Got it, got it!"

"Set!"

"One. Two. Three!"

"It's over!" I yelled.

"Help, help, help!" Kim shouted, her way of saying I can't set it, someone better fucking get it.

"19 Black Lake High, 24 Goode High. Game point." The Ref, a tall willowy red head called from the referee stand on the side of the Volleyball court. It was Goode's serve and I was up. I looked up into the stands and saw Percy, his hair was still wet from his swim met, making him look more handsome than ever.

My Seaweed Brain.

He winked at me and gave me a thumbs up. Shaking my head at him, I took a deep breath. I threw the ball in the air with my left hand and hit it with as much force as I had with my right and sent it over the net, to the opposite team. It went to the middle back girl, a petite blond with dirty brown eyes cover with so much make-up I was surprised that she could even see the ball, who passed to the their setter, who looked around my height with dyed black hair so short she couldn't put it in a ponytail and about as make-up as the last girl.

"Middle, middle." Their hitter said as the black haired girl set the ball, The girl was so tall she didn't even have to jump as she hit the ball back over to our side.

Leah passed the ball to Kim, "Outside, outside." I yelled as she set the ball.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Jump.

I spiked the ball as hard as I could. Which was pretty damn hard. The other teams setter, the girl with black hair dived for the ball, sending it out of bounds. The Ref's whistle blew.

"Yeaah!" My team cheered as we huddled and said our chant. "1. 2. 3. Good Goode." Piper yelled at the end of the cheer.

Finally after the 'Good game' tradition with the other team we were free to leave. I looked up at the stands and saw Percy and Jason talking, leaning close together and whispering in what looked like to be a heated discussion. Shaking it off I head to the girls locker room with the rest of the team to change. Opening my locker, I quickly threw on my jeans and green t-shirt, and re-did my ponytail, and when back out to the gym where Percy and Jason were still having their 'talk'. I started walking towards them.

Their posture was stiff with tension and their face drawn like they were discussing something unpleasant. Percy's back was turn towards me so I couldn't really see his expression, but the look on Jason's said it all. Something was up, and I wanted to know what.

Jason quickly glanced over Percy's shoulder and saw me coming. I was close enough to hear what he said to Percy when he turned back to him, "Maybe we should finish this later."

"No, no you will not finish this later. You will finish it right now and you will tell me what is going on." I glared at both boys.

Percy turned around to look at me. His beautiful green eyes were filled with worry. He looked like he was in pain. "Annabeth, apparently the wards were broken at my apartment. We need to go."


Grace

I stood there like an idiot for a few minutes. Staring dumbfound at the picture. I took in a deep breath, filling my deprived lungs, and took a small step closer to the photograph. Taking in every little detail, the clay bead necklaces strung on string, the orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirts. I took in every leaf and tree , the old picnic table they sat at, and the lake in the background, the tiny little ripples in the clear water.

It was amazing, almost like heaven.

A soft boom, boom, boom.

Footsteps.

I jumped away from the picture and ran to the window thanking every god I could think of that I hadn't closed the window when I came in. I slide through the window feet first, and out onto the fire escape, closing the window behind me. I climbed down the latter as fast as I could. But when my feet hit solid ground they stayed there, but my mind was running a million miles a minutes.

Why was I running? Wasn't this exactly what I'd been searched for the last six years? To find my family? Then why the hell was I running, when in was right there, just ten stories up?

Because to be completely honest I was terrified, appositely terrified. I mean what if they didn't want me, like my real mother didn't, like all the foster homes didn't want me. I don't think I could deal with that again. Being abandoned.

I hadn't realized that I started running again. I was out of the alley and down the block before I knew it, and I keep running. I ran into I was sure I was far enough away from that apartment as I could get.

One day, I told myself.

One day, I'll meet them, just not today.

No not today, but one day.