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The doorbell rang. I sighed, wondering who it was since I didn't have many friends. Probably a colleague. I opened the door to
come face to face with familiar gray eyes. I jumped at least ten feet back.
"Get out of my property you hobo!" I shut the door in her face. I was never going to look back at her. Never. After the memorable ten years ago, I refused to look at her again. The doorbell rain again. I took a deep breath. It's just a child of Athena. It's not Annabeth. She's someewhere but not in front of your door. Calm down and open the door slowly. I stuck my head out. Nope. It was defenitely Annabeth. Without a doubt!
"What do you want?" I growled. Annabeth started to cry.
"He's gone! Disappeared! Someone took him! Please," she started. I rolled my eyes, expecting her to say April Fools. But she didn't.
"Hm... I wonder why I won't let you in." I said in a sarcastic voice. "Maybe because YOU BROKE MY HEART TEN YEARS AGO!" I yelled in her face. I would never let Aphrodite mess with my head again. Never.
"Please Nico," she begged. She gave me her puppy eyes. ARGH! Why couldn't I ever resist them?
"Fine," I grumbled. "But don't critize the Living Room." Annabeth frowned but as soon as she stepped in, she saw what I meant.
There were skulls in cases of dinosaurs, homo erctus, homo sapien, and other prehistoric creatures on the walls. Plus a red couch and a flat screen T.V., a pool table and a mini fridge. But this was only the Living Room. Imagine all the other rooms.
This was the life, except I needed Annabeth to complete it.
But Annabeth stood in horror, "Look away, Athens!" I froze.
"What did you just say?" My voice, dangerously smooth.
"Oh this is Athena," Annabeth said pulling a four year old with jet black hair and gray eyes from behind her leg. "I call her Athens." I sat on the couch.
"Interesting," I said, my voice calm. Way too calm.
Annabeth sensed it. "Oh no you aren't going off to kill my daughter!" I flinched.
"Sheesh calm down! I'm just... getting used to the idea! Yeah that's it," thinking I was reassuring myself more. Annabeth rolled hers eyes.
"Is there any room that doesn't have any skulls?" she asked, annoyed. Well hey this was my house!
"Uh, duh?! There are fifteen rooms in this mansion. Knock yourself out! But if you want no skulls stick to the second floor. The elevator is right there," I said, pointing to the gold rimmed elevator with air conditioning. Annabeth led the brat toward the elevator, leaving me sulking behind, wondering why I let her in.