I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. All rights belong to Rick Riordan.

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Ahh second chapter finally. It only took me a couple months... But anyway, here it is! Ta-da!

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"Here, just read off this card!"

"Don't worry about it, she'll say yes."

"Yeah, you're adorable!"

"Okay, here I go." The scene shifted. We were sitting at a table, like one of those long white ones in a lunch room, across from each other. There were kids on either side of us, laughing and joking around. For some reason, he was wearing a wizard-type hat. There was an index card in his hand. I could read on the back 'Will you go out with me?' I pretended not to notice, and instead laughed at his jokes. Which, thankfully, were actually funny.

Then he turned the index card around.

"Atlanta, will you go out with me?"

"Yes," I said, as if it were obvious.

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*Beep! *Beep! *Beep!

"Ugh," I groaned, rolling over. I searched for my phone on my bed. Finding it under the pillow, I pulled it out and the beeping got louder, no longer muffled by the pillow. I hit the button, turning off the alarm. Checking the time, I tried to convince myself that I could sleep another couple minutes.

"Atlanta, time to get up!" My mom shouted. Well, so much for that idea. I sat up again, and reached for the book I had been reading for the past couple days. It always took me forever to read, because of my dyslexia, but I wasn't half as bad withmy letters as I am with my numbers. And I like stories. I picked it up off the ground and frowned. Last thing I remembered, it had been on my bed. Of course, I toss and turn a lot, so it's possible the book had fallen off in the middle of the night.

"Atlanta!" My mom yelled again, "it's already can't be late."

Why not? I wanted to ask. It was only camp. I don't think they really minded. I'm not even sure if there was a set time we had o be there.

"I'm up," I yelled back.

"Good, we need to leave in 48 minutes," my mom yelled. It frustrated me immensely that my mother was always so exact. Why not say 45 minutes? Or even 50 minutes?

After a quick shower, a brushing and flossing of teeth, and a change of clothes, I headed upstairs to the kitchen.

"Good morning honey," my mother smiled at me, "breakfast's on the table. I want you to eat everything on that plate, now, no messing around. You need to be full because we've got a long drive ahead of us."

"Okay," I sighed. Eating wasn't a favorite pastime of mine. I just figure that there's so many other things that I could be doing instead. I guess that's my ADHD kicking in.

"Atlanta, is that really what you're wearing?" My mother asked disdainfully. I looked down at my short short jeans I had cut myself, and my midnight blue tanktop. It's the middle of summer, what was I supposed to wear?

"Where's dad?" I asked, changing the subject.

"He's still asleep," my mother said, clearly distressed.

"Who's still asleep?" My dad entered the kitchen, in jeans and a t-shirt. I smiled.

"Honey, what are you wearing?" My mother complained.

"It's summer, and we're going to camp," he kissed her on the cheek, "I wasn't aware I had to dress all formal."

My mother rolled her eyes. "Eat," she told him. My father sat down across from me and winked. I smiled back at him.

"Atlanta, you could've at least done something with your hair. Or maybe tried a little makeup. Or done something to make it look like you care." My mother said. I shrugged. I didn't care. My hair was in a ponytail, so it would be out of my face. And why put makeup on? I wore glasses. There was no point.

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Scratch that. There was a perfectly good point. He was tall. He had brown hair. Green eyes. And his name was Mitch. Best thing about him? He was awkward, just like me. In the first couple minutes I had known him, he had tripped 4 times. I had only tripped once, when someone had thrown a rock at us.

Yup, so welcoming this camp was. Our guide told us not to pay any attention, that it was just the Ares cabin having fun. I didn't care. When I tripped, Mitch had tried to catch me. He ended up falling himself, but by then he had grabbed my arm, so I fell with him, and next thing I knew, we were both on the ground, me on top of him, his arms around me. Of course, when I tried getting up, I accidentally stepped on his leg.

But it's okay. Because he had green eyes. And they were beautiful.

"So, that's our camp," our guide said, coming to a stop by the Big House, where our tour had started. He turned to me and Mitch, "any questions?"

I looked up at Mitch and pushed my glasses up. I was definitively putting in my contacts tomorrow. I had never really cared enough about my appearance to wear them. But now I had a reason. I was thanking every god I knew about that my mom had convinced me to bring them.

"I don't have any," Mitch said, "do you?"

"Nope," I said.

"Alright, cool," our guide said, "by the way, my name's Tristan. I'm in the Apollo cabin, if you guys think of anything."

"Cool," Mitch said. I laughed. Our guide, Tristan, laughed too.

"Okay, so do yo guys know which cabin you belong too?" Tristan asked. He looked genuinely curious. I started to die inside. I had absolutely no idea, and I didn't want to have to explain my strange situation in front of Mitch. I was actually making a friend, and I didn't want to screw it up.

"Oh, um, I'm the Hermes cabin thing," Mitch said. He looked confused, like he didn't know what that meant.

"Son of Hermes? Alright, that's the last cabin on the left." Mitch said, then turned to me, "do you know?"

"Um, not exactly," I said, starting to turn red. I stopped speaking, hoping Tristan wouldn't ask any more questions.

"That's cool," he said, "you'll just chill with the Hermes cabin until you find out."

I smiled. This was turning out even better than I had expected. Not only was I making friends with a really cute guy, but I was going to 'chill' with his cabin. For an entire summer. Things couldn't get better than this.

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"So was it your mom or your dad who's a god?" Someone asked me. She stretched out on her bunk. I was sitting on the edge of her bed, and Mitch was sitting next to me. We had kind of formed an unsaid alliance. Like we would stick with each other, because we were both new.

"Oh, um, actually," I started, not quite sure how to finish. I hugged my arms to my stomach, becoming increasingly self-conscious.

"What?" She asked, sitting up. Meg really liked the whole gossip thing. I had learned so much about the cabin I was in. Like the one boy who cried himself to sleep because he had been traumatized when he was younger. Or the girl who was in charge of the cabin, who had stolen some gold apple, an almost impossible, rarely given quest, usually reserved for guys. I had also learned o stay away from the Ares and the Aphrodite cabin. Apparently they were big jerks, who enjoyed torturing the rest of us camp-goers, mentally and physically.

"Well," I looked over at Mitch. He nodded, encouragingly, even though he had no idea what was about to say, "you've heard of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, right?"

"Who hasn't?" Meg asked, dreamily, "it's such a romantic story! How they saved the world and fell in love? I heard they got married and actually had a kid!"

"Wait, who's Percy and Annabeth?" Mitch asked, dumbfounded.

"Only the greatest heroes of all times," Meg said. She turned to me, "go on."

"You're were saying something about them having a kid?" I asked, although it wasn't really a question.

"Yeah."

"That's me," I whispered, my eyes on the floor. Meg fell silent, for once. I looked up, curious as to why she wasn't freaking out.

What I saw shocked me so much I jumped up. Meg and this other kid, who I hadn't even heard come over were kissing with such passion it could almost be described as making out.

Meg pulled away from the kid, "oh sorry, this is my boyfriend, David. Don't worry, he's not a son of Hermes, just hanging out here until we find out who he is. And I swear to the gods, if he turns out to be Hermes I will murder somebody."

Mitch and I looked at each other, then away. I was wondering if he had heard who I was. I was also wondering if Meg had heard. I looked back at Meg, but she was going at it again with David, so I quickly looked away.

"Well, let's give them some privacy," Mitch said, standing up. I stood up too, scanning the room.

"Privacy?" I asked. The room was filled with kids. Apparently Hermes got around a lot. Or maybe just a lot of them hadn't been 'claimed' yet. There weren't even enough bunks in the cabin. Mitch and I had our own little spaces on the floor, where we could set up our stuff. We walked over to our spaces, his right next to mine. My heart started beating faster at the thought of sleeping so close together.

"Need some blankets and pillows?" A camper asked.

"Yeah, actually, that'd be great," Mitch said, speaking for the both of us.

"Here ya go," he tossed us some blankets and pillows, "but be quiet about it. I got those from the Big House itself."

"Oh, um, that's cool," I said.

"Being a son of Hermes, I got that stealth thing going on," he said, obviously proud of himself. Then he stalked away, and started talking to some other girl.

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And that's Chapter 2! I hope you liked it. Read and review. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.