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The 8 year old ran away crying. Luke always got all the attention. He was always the good guy. She sighed angrily and sat under a huge oak tree.
" Are you alright?" asked a boy with black hair and green eyes.
" I'm fine", she said a little angry."
" Don't cry. My parents always tell me people should not cry."
" I don't care what they said. I never asked for your opinion.", she spat back.
He smiled even though she just acting very rudely.
" I think I know why you are crying".
" No you don't."
" Yeah. You want attention. I'll be your friend", said the little boy.
" Yeah right."
" I'm Percy Jackson."
The girl looked up and smiled a little. " Annabeth Chase."
" Don't worry Annabeth. Your not alone."