A/N: Well I guess I lied in the author's note, because I found a wireless internet connection thingy in my suitcase! I might be able to upadte three or four times in the next two weeks, and then after August Sixteenth it will be back to my regular schedule.

The idea for this chapter came from something my friend did for me one day at school. I hope you like it, so review!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO

Annabeth Chase was having a lousy day.

Flashback

"Now," said her Greek Mythology teacher, Ms. Krabappel, in a fake sugary sweet voice, "Who can tell me the answer to this question..." her eyes settled on a pretty California girl with blonde hair staring out the window, "...Annabeth! Name all the major Greek gods and their heritages!"

Annabeth was, at the moment, preoccupied with thoughts of what she was going to do after the last minute of the first Friday of school, which ended in fifteen minutes. But for a child of Athena like her, it wouldn't be a major pain just to answer one last question.

She smirked. "Easy. Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Demeter, Hera, and Hestia are all children of Kronos and Rhea. Aphrodite was born out of the sea foam that resulted from the death of Ouranos, Zeus's grandfather. Hermes is a son of Zeus and Maia, Dionysus is a son of Zeus and Semele, Apollo and Artemis were twins of Zeus and Leto, Athena was born out of Zeus's split skull during battle, and Ares and Hephaestus are the only sons of Zeus and Hera."

For the rest of the kids in class, from knowing Annabeth Chase for a few years, this explanation was deemed normal. They all knew she was smart. But Ms. Krabappel, she really was a crabapple. She was biased on Annabeth's hair color and good looks, like someone of that type couldn't be smart. And she was the kind of teacher who overreacted and always tried to find ways to ridicule her students, even if they were doing nothing wrong.

Unfortunately, everybody knows a few examples of those types of people.

Annabeth watched, satisfied, as her evil Greek Mythology teacher was stunned for a while, However, she then smiled triumphantly. "Wrong! Apollo and Artemis aren't twins! Apollo is older! That's an F for you in today's class participation!"

Annabeth was stunned for a second, but then quickly got mad. How dare she question the intelligence of a child of Athena! She was about to tell her teacher exactly where she should stick her class participation when Apollo spoke in her mind. Easy, babe, he said. I got this. And by the way, you're right, we're twins.

What do you mean by "I got this"? she asked, confused.

But then, grinning evilly, Ms. Krabappel proceeded to walk to the blackboard, and slip on a banana peel Annabeth could've sworn wasn't there two seconds ago. She fell flat on her back, but then leaped to her feet with startling speed. She glared at Annabeth, fire in her eyes, and said, "Ms. Chase! Detention today!" which was completely unfair seeing as Annabeth didn't do anything, but what Athena child would even think about (gasp!) arguing with a teacher?

Notice the sarcasm there.

Again, Apollo saved Annabeth from probably getting more detention right before she was about to tell her teacher exactly what she thought of her detention. How was that, sweetheart?

ERR ES KORAKAS, YOU PIG HEADED IDIOT! was her reply. And don't call me sweetheart!

I got back at the teacher for you!

And got me detention in the process!

Apollo sighed. Whatever, babe. Call me. And with that, her audience with the god of too many things to count on one's right hand was over.

Ms. Krabappel, being the evil dracenae witch that she was, had managed to keep Annabeth in detention for an extra hour. So now you know why said person was exiting a subway train at half past five in the afternoon, grumbling to herself angrily.

Ms. Krabappel had said that the extra detention time would "give you time to be more creative and believable in your lies." At least she got that part down pat. Annabeth had already thought of two hundred-thirteen ways to kill her using common household objects, and of ways she could get away with it, too.

She was angrily pushing past innocent New Yorkers who probably didn't need an angry, hot-tempered girl screwing with their day any more than it had already been screwed with, until one of them turned to her.

Their eyes widened in surprise. "Annabeth!" said a familiar voice that she would normally have loved to hear, had she not been in a bad mood. "I've been looking all over for you! Are you all-"

"Save it, Percy," she snapped, cutting him off, "I've already had a bad day, I don't need you to ruin it any more.

In response, Percy pulled something out of his pocket, held it up to show it to her, and grinned.

Annabeth gasped. It was a sheet of loose leaf, probably one that Percy doodled on during class. But written on the paper in blue Magic Marker (Annabeth had no idea how he got that in a high school) were four simple words: "You Make Me Smile."

Annabeth's whole crummy day did a one-eighty in all of three and a half milliseconds. Eyes brimming with tears of happiness, she leaped into his arms and gave him a bone-crushing hug, ignoring the stares and smiles they were getting from people. "I needed that," she said into his ocean-smelling shirt.

He smiled as she laid her head on his shoulder. "I thought you might."

And up on Olympus, though they would later deny it profoundly, both Poseidon and Athena hid smiles as the two embraced in the middle of Fifth Avenue.

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