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AN: Yay! Another review. To ASenseofImagination, yes, but I don't believe in them just falling in love, I shall make them realize it, but I still haven't figured out how though. Suggestions are welcome.

Chapter 3


Annabeth's POV

I could not believe it. Whether I liked it or not, I had to admit that Emily was pretty intimidating. I was beggining to like these girls. Emily stormed off, stomping angrily. "Wow." Percy said, looking shell shocked. Heather stepped forward and said, "We got teased a lot in our other schools, and have learned how to make them back off."

I nodded appreciatively, then paused. "Why would people make fun of you guys? I'm not male, but I think you can be classified as gorgeous." Lily spoke, "People didn't know what to make of us, so they teased us. It's either that or the popular people didn't like us having good looks." she shook her head as she spoke, the light making it look honey blond.

I checked my watch. "The bell should ring anytime now, so how about we compare schedules?" Apparently, the school had taken pity on them and all their schedules were the same. But the rest of us had different ones. The Floresas assured us that they would be fine together, and we all went to our first classes.

As I sat alone in music, my thoughts wandered. I may have been overreacting, but something seems... off about the Floresas. They obviously were uncomfortable around boys, the Grover incident was enough to prove that, but why?

After School (I'm too lazy to describe 6 hours of school)

"Dad, I'm home!" (AN: In this story Annabeth gets along with her step mom ok... sorta.) I called as I dropped my stuff on the counter. "Annabeth," Helen, my stepmom, scolded "Don't trail mu-, wait, why are you tracking makeup into the kitchen?"

Makeup? I looked behind me and indeed there were powdery white footprints. I scooped up a bit and brought it over to Helen. "What type is this?" I asked curiously.

She put down the knife she had been chopping carrots with and peered at the powder. "I forgot what it's called, but that is a type of heavy makeup to cover up scars and bruises." I nodded, then trudged up the stairs. The Floresas were mysterious, that was for sure. But for now I picked up a pencil and my notebook. I had a report on Abigail Gedara, we drew random names from a hat to do reports on various deceased people , due next week. I was in the advanced group, so I had a person who wasn't in my community, but instead in another one. Abigail Gedara was from Danville, Kentucky, and I had one heck of a job to do.

AN: Yes, the report is pivotal in the story. It is the cause of Annabeth finding out about what happened to the Floresas. Meanwhile, does anyone want to have a guess at what happened to them?