Hey fanfictioners! Chapter 3 is up! Once again, Rick Riordan owns the PJO series. I only own the OC, Sophie. Journey, My Chemical Romance and John Lennon own the rights to themselves. To my reviewers:

Pandastyle: Thank you for saying my story is awesome. I take it you like pandas? So do I.

So, without further ado, I give you, Chapter 3!

I live in cabin six, by the way. Camp Half-Blood has twelve cabins, one for each Olympian god. The children of that particular god occupy that cabin. Cabin six, the Athena cabin, is where my half-siblings and I live. Cabin six has bunk beds along the walls, and desks littered with battle maps everywhere. I am head counsellor of cabin six.

So anyway, I was skipping the sing-along that night, because I really didn't feel like it. I was tired. I wanted to go to bed. I reached my cabin and went inside. I ignored the battle map I should have been studying and lay down on my bed. With my eyes closed, I was able to think more clearly about my problems. I didn't come up with anything helpful though. I was trying to get to sleep, to maybe forget my endless worries until the morning, when I heard the door to the cabin creak open, and someone said, "Hey, Annabeth." I opened my eyes and sat up. It was Sophie.

Sophie Jones was my little half-sister. She was one of those people who just made you feel good. She was ten years old, and was a very little person. Sophie had extremely wild, curly strawberry blonde hair that hung loose and billowed around her shoulders. She had the signature grey eyes that all children of Athena have, and they were filled with warmth. Her cheeks were pink and rosy. She was tiny, and extremely thin and dainty. Don't let that fool you though; she fights like nobody's business. She's one of the most graceful warriors I've ever seen.

Sophie is awesome. A bit weird, but awesome. She sometimes gets this dreamy, faraway look in her eyes, and you have to click your fingers under her nose to snap her out of it. If she's not training, or reading, or talking to me, she's down at the beach, or listening to rock music on an old Walkman. Rosie has the bunk above mine, and the entire wall above her bunk is plastered with posters of Journey and My Chemical Romance and a bunch of others I don't recognise. She keeps a framed photo of John Lennon (son of Apollo) on the bedside table that we share. She says he was a great musician. If I didn't know better, I would say that Sophie was a daughter of Apollo.

Sophie is the only other camper (that I know of) besides me who uses a knife as a weapon. I don't really know much about her life before Camp Half-Blood, she doesn't like to talk about it. I can't say I blame her; I don't like to talk about my life before camp either. As far as I know, Sophie's dad dumped her in an orphanage as a baby, the moment she appeared on his doorstep. She ran away from the orphanage when she was eight. A satyr found her and brought her to camp. I'm glad the satyr did, because Sophie is my favourite sister. We seem to understand each other. But I feel sorry for her, knowing her dad didn't want her. I know how that feels.

That night, Sophie looked like a raincloud had burst over her. She was drenched from head to foot. Her feet were bare, showing a thread anklet around her leg. Despite the fact that she was soaked, she was grinning like she'd just won the lottery.

"Will Solace pushed me into the lake!" she said. I grinned.

"Yeah? What did you do?"

"Oh, we were arguing. You know, the usual, who was better, Apollo or Athena. We were walking past the lake, and he pushed me in!"

I laughed. Sophie smiled mischievously, and I figured that Will Solace had gotten his just desserts.

"Oh, I got him back," Sophie said with an evil glint in her eyes, "I waited under the water until he had bent down to see if I had drowned, and then I jumped up, and grabbed him, and he fell in head first. Then I got out and left him to the water nymphs. They took care of him."

"Ooh," I said, grabbing a towel and draping it over her, "Looks like someone's got an admirer. He's clearly trying to get your attention."

"Oh, shut up." Sophie said, bumping me with her shoulder. She looked at me suspiciously. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I lied, "I'm fine."

Sophie didn't look convinced, but she didn't push me for more. She always knew when I was lying, but she also always knew when I wanted to talk about things, and when I didn't. She went to the bathroom to get changed, and I lay back down on my bed. It wasn't long before I was asleep.

Okay, I hope that satisfied your needs of a longer chapter! Again thank you to all of you people who reviewed! I hope you all liked the introduction of Sophie. There will be more of her in later chapters. You don't mind an OC, do you? I feel quite happy, I've uploaded 3 chapters in one day, and I've got 3 reviews already! Thank you sooo much! Anyway please review! I'm open to constructive critism!xx