Hallo! Sorry about taking about, how long has it been? 3 months? 4? But apparently getting a D in Honors Math and no A's in any subject means no computer or iPod. I'm not even supposed to be doing this right now…

Disclaimer of Idiocy: Sizzlen' Dragon does not own PJO. All rights go to Rick Riordan. (I get this feeling that I spelled my name wrong… too lazy to check.)

Annabeth's POV

That guy, Percy Jackson. He seems strange. He looks like that kind of guy that acts all tough and challenges people all the time with his posse, but whenever there's a sign of danger, he'll hide, the tough guy act gone. But he just challenged to school bully. And it was to save a friend, not to save his own butt. This guy might actually have chance here.

~TIME SKIP OF TIME AND STUFF IN A FANCY TEXT~

Still Annabeth's POV 2

Life just never works out for anyone does it? It's like somebody has the need to mess up everybody's life, and that somebody seems to love messing up my life the most.

I was in my 3rd period of the day. P.E. We were in the basketball unit this month. The coach said to create groups of 5. I paired up with Silena,(AN. My computer says I spelled her name wrong :/ ) Beckendorf, Rachel, and a boy named Tyler. For some reason, Rachel was glaring at me with just the corner of her eye. Barely noticeable, but, Annabeth Chase doesn't overlook things easily.

You'd think that we would start with warm-ups, but no. Our coach was straight to the point. "If you don't know, don't try." "If you can do it, go ahead. If you cant, walk away." How does that match with what teachers have been teaching us since Pre-K? I don't know. Well, I do know, but you probably don't want to hear it.

Anyways, we called our team "Flaming Handbags². Fire is for Beckendorf and Tyler. Beckendorf likes forging (Not signatures, like using hammers to build stuff.), Tyler just likes fire, or anything destructive. Handbags is for Silena and and Silena are both fashion people, and I put squared 'cause I'm a nerd. Deal with it.

We were going up against "The Golden Ball". Of course we couldn't win. We had Rachel on our team. I mean (You may not understand this part. It's not complicated or anything, it's just…meh.) Silena was making 2-pointers like a boss and was pretty good at the 3. But Rachel couldn't even hit the backboard when she was standing at the edge of the free throw circle. A third grader could better than her, and I know how a third grader plays.

Okay. It was 35-28. Doesn't take a detective to find out why we were losing. Not only can Rachel not play, she can't even catch a ball right. She always ends up kicking it out of bounds, making it the other teams ball. I've had it.

"Rachel" I say "Can you come over here?" I walk her away from the game.

"Rachel, I need you to play better. Can you at least TRY to catch the ball instead of checking your nails every five seconds? We can't win if you don't put in any effort. All I need you to do is to catch the ball, and pass it to either me, Silena, Beckendorf, or Tyler."

She puts on a devious grin. Like she's been waiting for me to say that all class.

"Okay, ANNIEBETH, I'll try to focus on winning."

"Good" I say, ignoring the Anniebeth comment. "Lets play ball"

~TIME SKIP OF TIME AND STUFF IN A FANCY TEXT-PART 2~

OK. Rachel is terrorizing me. When I said 'throw the ball', I meant so that I could catch it. She took it as a 'throw it at her face' kind of 'throw the ball'

We were ahead now, but Rachel never threw the ball to me. She once glanced at me as though deciding to throw the ball to me, but shook it off. Then it happened

She feinted a throw at Tyler, making all members of 'The Golden Ball' move towards him. Then she threw a perfect chest pass at me. I would've congratulated her… If the ball didn't hit me square in the face.

I only felt one emotion. Pain. It seemed to travel all throughout my head. I felt some liquid running down from my nose. It hit my upper lip and I tasted it. Blood. (I have a very good experience with nose bleeds considering that I get them at least five times a month.) I heard it get quit and people surrounding me. I faintly heard yelling. I smiled. Unicorns. ( :P )

~TIME SKIP OF TIME AND STUFF IN A FANCY TEXT-PART 3~

My eyes fluttered open. 'Where am I?" I thought. I felt something covering the center of my face. Every thing was white except some figure on a bed next to me. I think it was a boy.

"Hello?" I said "Are you awake? Where are we?"

He moved his body. I still couldn't see his face. He yawned and stretched his arms.

"Huh?" He said "We're in the nurses office." He turned his face. I make it my business to never have a real conversation with somebody unless I can see their face. Otherwise I just feel uncomfortable. Seeing his face made me ten times more uncomfortable. It was Percy Jackson.

And that's a wrap. This sucks. I was so close to hitting 1000 words. Right now I have 937. 938.939. 940. Okay. That number makes me comfortable enough. Hasta La Vista! 950.