Here you go, the next chapter! Now I'd like to say thanks for the reviewers and story-alerters :D

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Nope; I'm only a creative teenage girl with imagination and a dream because the sky is NOT the limit!

CHAPTER II

"Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."

Nico and Tyson are really good listeners. They know everything about me since they're basically my cousins, and the same applies to them. Reasons why they're my best friends? Because they know how to cheer me up at times of despair... like now.

"So I'm guessing you'd want to know who your mom is?" Nico said, as we were wondering around the marketplace mindlessly. He knows me so well! I nodded.

"I'll help!" Tyson volunteered happily. I smiled. He was only 10 and doesn't think very maturely. Nico, on the other hand, is only a little younger than me so he understands my situation better.

"Look on the bright side!" Nico added. Which was weird considering he always wears black and 'looking at the bright side' hadn't always been his thing. "You'll be going to the same school as us, right?"

We did our handshake and I said, "Yeah, awesome." I tried to sound sarcastic but failed.

"Well, well, if it isn't little Perseus!" I recognised that voice. As I turned around, I saw a pair of twins trying to look all tough. They're the famous pranksters: the Stolls. They also side with the Chases, so let's just say that they don't like me very much.

"What do you want?" I snapped. I also began to have my hands in my pockets in case they stole anything.

"You're little goth friend there lost a bet." Oh no. Nico hadn't always been the brightest kid around. Here's a friendly tip: never bet with the Stolls. They're evil minions of the demon because they can somehow twist what you say to make you actually lose the bet. And guess what happens when you loose a bet? You get sent to Clarisse La Rue: a really scary girl who's utterly huge and is a bully who's dad is in the army, my dad's army, but still.

Poor guy, eyes closed, hoping for the worst. Before the Stolls could drag him to Clarisse, some kid threw a tin can at them. They turned angrily to see a small boy who limps when he walks with curly reddish hair and a goatee. He was about my age. In fact, I've seen him around before. His name is Grover Underwood. "Stay away from him!" he bleated.

And can you predict what happened to the boy who stood up for us? They took him to Clarisse instead. Oh man. Mental note: find him, apologize and thank him.

It's probably what cowards do, running away after the Stolls were gone, but I can't risk getting my friends hurt after they find us again.

While we were running, we spreaded apart. There were a few "Watch it, punk!"s and "You're clearing up this mess!"es et cetera as I passed the stalls. I rolled my eyes, not to be rude, but these street people had always been the worst complainers ever.

That's when I bumped into a girl wearing a silver sundress and a red overcoat. The girl dropped her basket of fruits and I apologized but she ignored me. I even tried to help by picking up a few apples. That's when I accidentally held her soft hands and I felt sparks. I looked into her eyes: they were gray, clouded by her thoughts about everything she's thinking off. We spent a few seconds staring into each others eyes. Man, she was really pretty. She had yellowish golden hair which were curled naturally. She looked just like someone I've seen before but I can't put my finger on it. Who is she?

Next thing, she pushed my hand away roughly and picked up the fruits herself then gave me one last glare and joined another girl with shining black hair and electrifying blue eyes who also glared at me. Sheesh, what's with girls and glaring these days?

I stood there dazed. That girl was seriously pretty, perhaps maybe even prettier than one of my mom's – pardon me, stepmom – close friend called Aphrodite.

Then someone shook me. "Perce," the guy said. "Dude, come back from that girl's trance." Oh, it's Nico. "And wipe that stupid grin off of your face! She's evil, ruthless, cruel, a know-it-all, a freak, overreacts, really bossy and-"

I cut him off. "Don't say that, you don't even know her." My eyes are still following her as she went back and forth with her friend between sifferent market stalls.

"Yeah? Neither do you"

"Where's Tyson?" I decided to change the topic.

"Peanut butter stall." I nodded in understanding. He always did have a thing for Peanut butter. I mean, I don't even like it that much but that kid would do anything for it!

"So..." I said, awkwardly standing there. "Do you know who she was?"

"She who?" he asked me with his fake confused look.

"You know who I'm talking about, dude."

"I do?" He tried to hold in his laugh.

"Yes, you do." Giving him my 'I will kill you if you won't stop joking around' glare. "Who's that girl I just bumped into?"

He simply smirked. "You'll see in school."

I grinned. This pretty girl goes to the same school as me. Nice.

I'll be adding Grover in the story ASAP. Oh yeah, should the next chapter be in Annabeth's POV?

You know what? I'd like REVIEWS and STORY ALERTS and a little more FAVORITES to cheer me up because the school drama is just unbearable *dramatic faint*

Thank you for reading so far!