Helloooooooooo! :)

It is almost 10 p.m, and I'm here writing a story.

...ish.

How you ask? Well, in my Golden Age of 13 (so long ago! XD), I wrote a PJO one-shot, and I lost it. But guess what?

...I found it.

So now, word from word, you will get a taste of my 13 year old writing. I am warning you right now, I am going to write this word from word, so please no flames! I will always accept constructive criticism. Also, while quickly skimming it over, I found that I didn't finish it. XD I'll tell you when it's over, but for now, enjoy!

P.S I have a feeling I'm going to regret this... -_-


Quote of the Chapter: "Never let go of your dreams." -Unknown

Summary: He's faced monsters of all sorts, held the sky, and survived Tartarus. But he's never faced fangirls...

Book: None

Set: After TLO, Before TLH

POV: Percy Jackson (OKAY I GET IT YOU'RE TIRED OF HIM I'LL CHANGE IT UP I PROMISE BUT THIS IS FROM YEARS [ish] AGO SO JUST BE ELSA AND LET IT GO) and Annabeth Chase


38 Westdale Ave.

Be there.

10:45 a.m

Percy stared at the note. The scribe of CHB gave him that note the following morning, and said "It's a surprise. You'll like it!" But Percy didn't trust him. Last time he got a note from the scribe, he got pranked! The Stolls truly did their best prank. It nearly took a month to get rid of the reek of skunk, with the most rotten eggs ever, and 2 year old moldy cheese. But Percy had a hunch this wasn't anything like it.

If the Stolls are pranking me again, he thought, they'll regret-

"Oof! Oh, sorry!"

He crashed into a 13 year old girl, with black hair, pale skin, and brown eyes.

She kinda reminds me of Bianca...

"Oh, no problem."

"Really. Oh, and do you know where...38 Westdale Ave is?"

"Westdale Ave?" Percy checked his note.

"Hey, I'm heading there too!"

"Really? Oh my gods! Wanna go with me? My idiotic brother Erik didn't come with me. He didn't even give me a pen!"

"Oh, I have a pen! But you're not allowed to use it."

"Huh. Sounds like Anaklumos. Or Riptide. Whichever works for you. Oh, my name's Adrienne. Yours?"

Percy was stunned. How did she know about Riptide? And its Greek name?

He was about to say his real name when a voice entered his head.

Fake name Seaweed Brain!

"Peter Johnson."

He cringed. Had he really said that? What would Mr. D say?

"Awesome! Very peculiar...but whatever. Hey, there it is!" Adrienne pointed at a bookstore. Inside was crammed with girls (and a few boys) were there. Adrienne squealed.

"I can't wait to see Rick Riordan!"

Rick Riordan? He's the scribe of CHB!

"Oh, I hope he signs my book!"

"He writes books?"

All the talking stopped. Everyone stared at Percy. Adrienne hung her head in shame.

"Percy! You came!" A familiar voice shattered the silence.

"Ricky! You write books?"

"Of course! Why do you think I interviewed you all that time?"

Adrienne stared at Percy. "Did Rick Riordan just call you Percy? You said your name was..."

As she realized who Percy really was, Rick motioned for him to come. Rick whispered "I hope you can spell your name very fancy."

Then he yelled "That's right! The real, ACTUAL Percy Jackson is in front of you! $1 for an autograph and picture! Now, line-"

He never had a chance.

Mobs of fangirls washed towards them, waving dollar bills in the air. Percy managed one "Uh oh!" before he was plowed to the ground.


Annabeth was having a bad day. First, the library was closed.

Then a Chapters worker said "Aren't you the girl with the boyfriend who knocked down all the shelves? Yeah, that's not happening AGAIN..."

And NOW she had no more dracamas to IM Percy.

She went to Starbucks and got a Frappuccino. She gave the cashier $7 (so expensive!) and left. Then someone bumped into her, sloshing the drink all over her.

"Sorry! I'll get you a new one. Um..."

"Thanks. Why are you in a rush?"

"My sister Adrienne texted me to go this bookstore ASAP. She says the ACTUAL Percy Jackson is there."

"The real Percy Jackson, huh?" Ricky must've written books about him! Annabeth though.

"Can you take me there? I've been...dying to see him!"

"Sure! I'm Erik."

"Annabelle." Annabeth said, thinking on her feet. She took a sip from her new Frappuccino and was thinking. If Percy has his own books (probably series), then...interviews! Percy said he had interviews with Rick! So Rick must've published them, and now he's famous.

"We're here."

Annabeth looked where Erik was pointing, and saw...a huge mob of GIRLS!

"Seaweed Brain..." she muttered. She ran in, and shoved her way towards Percy.

Oh, he is SO going to get it... Annabeth thought.

Just wait...


Percy did NOT like being plowed to the ground. In fact, he didn't like being this famous!

"Rick, when I said I wanted to be famous, I didn't mean THIS!"

"Well, it's not my fault! Everyone loves Percy Jackson!" he yelled over the mighty roar of the crowd.

"Oh really? Everyone LOVES Percy Jackson, eh?"

Then he noticed a pair of stormy grey eyes. And then he started to sweat.

"Wise Girl! You're here!"

"Yes, and I'm about to leave as well! Didn't you know to not gt noticed?"

"Sorry."

Everyone stopped talking when they heard Percy say Wise Girl.

"Didn't you say your name was Annabelle?" some guy Percy didn't know asked. Adrienne looked in his direction and exclaimed "Erik! You came! But..."

"I got your message lil' sis. Now, don't you want an autograph from Percy Jackson and Annabelle-"

"ANNABETH!" everyone shouted.

"Right. Sorry." He said sheepishly, rubbing his neck.


And that's where it ends. I know, it made me cringe SO MANY TIMES. I was so tempted to change words, rephrase things, and maybe REWRITE THE WHOLE THING, but I resisted. I think I'm going to leave it here and finish it. Someday, very soon, yet so far away... XD But yeah...I guess that's it. Again, I'm sorry for the horrible chapter, but guys.

I was 13.

My writing really sucked. And I still can improve so much even now...I cringe everytime I see any writing work of mine. XD

Anyway, that's it, I suppose.

Until we meet again,

Awesome as Annabeth