Please read the note at the bottom. It might decide the future of this story.

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The next day was a Sunday.

Its sort of a custom in our family to get together on Sundays. You know, family bonding time. Though for my cousins, Athena and Ares, it's a perfect time to play Pick-On-Percy. See, they plan their assaults during the week and execute them on me on Sundays. For the first few times I tried to make it look like I didn't care (reverse psychology), but it didn't work because apparently, according to Athena, it was actually that I didn't mind and their pranks started getting ugly.

Like last month they thought it was really amusing to hide all the clothes in my cupboard and replace them with girl ones. And a week before that they forced me to play a game called Egyptian Mummies that involved me getting wrapped in toilet paper and stuffed into a closet. And just last week they offered my mom to cook for me, burnt the food and when I pointed it out they said- "We just thought black was your favorite color. So sorry." And there was one time when….oh forget it. Point is, I was made to look like an idiot plenty of times. [AN: They actually did that, teaming up with my older brother. Three on one. Sad, I know. But I got back at them every time though the consequences are ones I'd rather not discuss.]

So, we were meeting up for lunch at Uncle Zeus's home. I still hadn't gotten my mind off of Annabeth and the scary part was all the thoughts that were flowing through my brain were good ones. Like how amazing her eyes were or how beautiful she looked or how wonderful her smile was. I even caught myself cursing myself for not recording her musical laugh. And I hated myself for it.

When we got to Zeus's place, Uncle Hades and his family were already present. I immediately walked up to Nico and Bianca.

"Hey." Nico greeted me while Bianca gave me a short hug.

"Hey…um…why aren't Ares and Athena visible?"

"Don't know what you're complaining about, but I'm really happy that they aren't around." Nico answered.

"Nico are you really that dumb." Bianca piped up.

"What?"

"Dude, if they aren't around, it means they're probably up to something." I answered.

"Huh?...Yeah I knew that." Nico finished awkwardly.

"Of course." Bianca said while rolling her eyes.

We walked towards the dining table which had been shifted into the lawn to have more space. As I walked towards the table my feet slipped and I landed face first in a plate of whipped cream. Raising my head, I realized I had slipped on a bar of butter and under the plate of whipped cream there was a big X.

No way.

Of course, Athena would have calculated everything using frictional coefficient between butter and floor, judging by how fast I was moving she would have known how much I slipped and knowing my height, where I fell. So…BAM! Right on target. [AN: That is actually possible, not-so-simple physics. For those who don't get it, what can I do? I'm a genius. I love physics.]

I stood up and wiped my face to find Athena and Ares laughing like idiots.

When they finally shut up, I looked at Athena and asked "Why are you so intent on tormenting me?"

"That's my forte." She replied coolly.

I glared at her while she had the smug smile on her face.

Everything was silent until she nudged Ares in the ribs and he started laughing again. Of course, he didn't know what 'forte' is. Not that I could blame him, guy's an ass.

Nico snickered and got a death-look in return.

After wiping the cream off my face we walked over to the table and sat down. Apparently, Athena found it amusing to place a fart cushion under the comforter of my chair and got a good laugh.

I picked up an apple and said to Athena, "Hey Athena look over there." pointing behind her back.

She might have thought that I was going to throw the apple at her so she just smiled and said, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Nope, just plain pathetic."

"Ha ha, very funny, fish face." Athena had come up with this really annoying name for me back when I was 6 and we went to the beach. A lot of fishes were swimming around me and none close to her. So, to hide envy, (or so I like to assume) she started teasing me about it.

"Yup, I know." I responded.

At that she chucked a knife at me which I barely avoided.

"Why do you hate me so much?" I nearly shouted at her.

"I don't hate you. You just bring out my misopaediastic tendencies out." She replied.

"What does that mean?" Nico asked confusedly.

"Misopaedia means: hatred of children." Athena answered vainly. [AN: I came across this word in an issue of reader's digest- India.]

Before I could reply her cell phone rang. Pulling it out she checked the number and nearly screamed happily into it- "Hey Annabeth."

What the f---.

Besides me I heard Nico and Bianca gasp.

I just looked at her not paying attention to what she was saying and when she ended the call, I asked who it was, in spite of having a pretty good idea.

"Shut up and hide your face before I cover it for meddling in my business." She snapped at me.

Before I could pursue the matter our parents entered the scene and I had to drop the matter.

Not the best chapter but lately my self confidence is taking a beating. I'll alter it if I get enough negative reviews (real strange, I know).

Read this if you want me to update:

The next chapter is about Percy and Annabeth meeting at school.

Now my question is:

Should I use the Indian schooling in my story or should I do a research on the American one and then continue?

I live in India and the schooling and class pattern are a bit different. I'm more comfortable with the way I studied because I can give the facts with a bit of authenticity. But I'm also aware that most of the readers aren't from this part of the world.

If its required I'll do a bit of background check on the class pattern which is used in nearly every story on this site, though it might take a while.

If I'm permitted to use Indian pattern I'll explain it before I start the next chapter so that you can understand the working.

Please tell me because I won't update unless I get enough votes on either of the two.

Ciao.