Disclaimer: I, only own Celia. Who is pretty awesome in her own right.

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Oh, and if I was Rick Riordan, I would write more than 5 books.

Chapter 1: Percy

Celia ((me)) sat on her porch swing, swinging back and forth while licking a mint-chip ice cream cone. I glared down the street, very, very bored. We ((meaning me, Celia, my half-sisters: Areida and Sari, my father, my step-mother Annemarie and my little black cat Isis)) hadn't gone anywhere over the summer break. Berlin? No. Hawaii? No. Venice? No. San Francisco? No. I understood the others, going to Berlin or Hawaii or Venice was expensive, but why couldn't we go to San Francisco? It was sooo unfair. On top of that I had to start a new school. ((MS 54: Delta Honors Program)) At the corner of the street I saw someone. I put my ice cream cone down on a napkin and climbed on my bike. "Meow, meow," Isis meowed. "Okay, Isis you can come, too," I said and picked him up and placed him in the woven basket in the front of my bright green bicycle. I pedaled down the street. As I turned the corner, I saw a woman with long brown hair and eyes that changed in the light. Also, a boy with black hair and sea-green eyes. I wondered why I had the strange feeling I knew the boy. "Mom, I'm fine! I just need to I'M Annabeth and Chiron," the boy said. "Hi," I said. They both turned to look at me guiltily. Ooh, what's that about?! "I live down the block with my dad and Annemarie and my half sisters Areida and Sari. Oh, and Isis," I said as he jumped out of the basket. "Who's Isis?" the boy asked. "My cat, silly," I said. Isis, come over here, I silently told him. "Oh, I'm Percy," Percy said. "I'm Celia," I said. Isis padded over to me. "This boy is related to you. He smells yucky, like water," Isis told me. "Does not," I said. "What?" Percy asked. I blushed. "Nothing," I said. "Ha, ha! Ha! Now, Percy thinks you're crazy," Isis teased. I gave Isis a little pat. "Hey, don't hit your cat!" Percy said. There was an awkward silence, in which Percy looked embarrassed, Percy's mom didn't know what to say, I glared at Isis and Isis looked pleased with him-self. "Umm, ummm," Percy said unsure of what to say. "Why don't you go upstairs and have a snack with Celia," Percy's mom said "Oh, and call me Sally." "That's alright, Sally," I said. "I'm going home." As I climbed on my bright green bike, Isis following and snickering ((Grrr…)), I heard Percy say "Mom, what did I say?!" Sally laughed. "You didn't do anything, honey. She's just probably rather moody." "Oh, um… I'll go I'M Annabeth, than," Percy said. That evil Isis!!!!!!!!!!!!

Percy's POV:

I was just telling my mom I was going to I'M Annabeth and Chiron at Camp Half-Blood. When a pretty girl with curly brown hair and brown-black eyes wearing a shimmery green tank-top and ripped baby blue shorts said "Hi!" My mom and I turned to look at her. Oh my gods, had she heard us!?!? If she had I had to run before she called the strait jacket. "I live down the block with my dad and Annemarie and my half sisters Areida and Sari. Oh, and Isis," she said. Annemarie was probably her stepmother. But who was Isis? Her sister? Her adopted sister? Her cat? "Who's Isis?" I asked. "My cat, silly," she said. Oh, got it right, sort of. "Oh, I'm Percy," I said. "I'm Celia," she said. Celia, huh? Hmmmm, she reminded me of someone. Who? Suddenly she said "Does not," she said. "What?" I asked. I didn't think I said anything. Did I say she reminded me of someone? "Nothing," she said, blushing. Now, I looked at her weird. Then she hit her cat. "Hey, don't hit your cat!" I protested. Then there was an awkward silence. I felt embarrassed. My mom didn't know what to say. Celia glared at her cat as if it ((she or he?!?)) had insulted her. Isis looked as if it ((she or he?!?)) had swallowed a canary. "Umm, ummm," I said, unsure of what to say. Then my mom said "Why don't you go upstairs and have a snack with Celia," "Oh, and call me Sally." Celia got all huffy. "That's alright, Sally," Celia said "I'm going home." I was almost sure, Celia was a half-blood, by now. She climbed on her bike, bright green that reminded me of someone again, followed by her cat, like a dog. "Mom, what did I say?!" I asked my mom. My mom laughed. You didn't do anything, honey. She's just probably rather moody. She's a teenager Percy, like you." I didn't think I was that huffy. Maybe I was. "Oh, um… I'll go I'M Annabeth, than," I said and went inside. I grabbed some potato chips. I went into our backyard. I could see the back of Celia's house from here. I turned on the hose. It was sunny, so it made a rainbow. I threw in a golden drachma. "Iris, O Goddess of the Rainbow," I said, "accept my offering." "Annabeth at Camp Half-Blood." The mist shimmered gold, blue, yellow and than that weird bright green color that Celia's bike and shirt. "Percy!" Annabeth exclaimed. "Hi, where's Chiron? I've think I've found a half-blood. Her name's Celia. She has curly brown hair and brown-black eyes. She was wearing a shimmery bright green tank-top, today. And she reminds me of someone. I can't think who though," I said. "Bright green!?" Annabeth asked. "Yeah," I said. "Oh, my gods! This is not good. I didn't think even she would have kids," Annabeth said. "What?" I said. The mist began to fade. I heard Annabeth's voice fade, "Keep her alive until Saturday. I'll get her, than." Then the line went dead.

((A/N: I heardabout Alexandria, Louisiana on the news. Anyone been there? Also, if you hadn't noticed by the end of this chapter Celia and her cat Isis can speak telepathly!!!!!!! Any guess who Celia's mother is? Besides,Rainbow Droplets. I wouldn't tell of course but I want to see what you think.))