So, what's up my people?

YES, I GOT A LAPTOP! YAAAY! AND IT'S BLUE! YAAAY AGAIN!

Merry Christmas to you all, or whatever you celebrate, I hope it rocked and that you spent lots of time with family!

I'm Reeeeaally sorry for the extremely late update, it's just that if I had any writing experience before, I've like, totally lost it by now. I'm trying, but it may not be as good as the others, if they were any good at all :/

OKAY, so in my other story, Highschool Dramas, I had a little poll in my story to decide what story I posted next. There were two stories that they voted for, one of which got one more vote and won. HOWEVER, I remembered a couple of stories I forgot to include in the poll, so I'm going to give you the choices of the stories, plus the couple I remembered, and you guys get to decide which you want me to do first.

THE STORIES:

1) Lost at Sea. This one is more or less adopted from Goddess. Of. Writing. It's basically just Percy and the gang get stranded on this strange island, risks, SURVIVING, you know the usual. -Just kidding. Lots of couples and fluff, sacrafices, stuff like that. {PERCABETH, Frazel, Leyna, Jasper, _ [You, the voters/readers, can also vote on what other couple is in it!]

2) Setrunity: Percy, Leo, Thalia, and Nico are four stars that have fallen from the skies. They can each control one of the four elements: Percy (Water) Leo (Fire) Thalia (Air) and Nico (Earth). All together, they can stand up to anything. But when they fall, it always means something big would happen. Thalia lands in Los Vegas. Nico lands in Hollywood. Leo lands in Rome, and Percy lands in Manhattan. Percy meets Annabeth, and shows her things she'd never thought possible. But will he keep from her the real him? What he is? What is this 'big thing' that will happen? {Percabeth}

3) Where Everything Started: This would basically be a cluster of one-shots, but they would all come together to form the plot. It's pretty much just taking a PJO couple (THAT YOU GET TO DECIDE ON!), and I'd go by each day/week/month/year of their life. Birth, to shy, to annoying each other, to friends, to best friends, to bickering best friends, to crushes, to dating, to relationship problems, to marriage, and if you like the story I might throw in some kids in here-and-there ('Course, I wouldn't include the sex part...*Shudders* I'd always found those stories disturbing and pretty gross...but that's just me). Somewhere in there there'd be school and jobs and stuff, blah blah blah blah blah. COUPLE CHOICES: PERCABETH[!], Jasper, LEYNA[!], PIPEO[!], Jeyna, FRAZEL, Thalico, Nico/OC, Beckalina, Gruniper, TRATIE[!]. If you vote for this one, you can put 3/[insert couple name]. Same with number (1).

4) NO-NAME TITLE: Annabeth Chase. Normal Sophmore attending Goode High, right? Wrong. Even though to a regular person's eye she may seem to be an innocent student, she's actually a top-secret professional spy, working on her mission to find the very thing keeping the planet Earth together. The only thing is, she and her brother, Malcolm, are in a race. They have to beat another society to it, considering it could be a vital weapon in the wrong hands. It's just that completing your imperative mission may be a little difficult when your boyfriend is your enemy. Percabeth.

5) Once Upon a Time [Lame name, I know, any other ideas, please feel free to suggest one!]: I'd take one of the Girl demigods from Percy Jackson and put them in their own fairytale! You can suggest one, or I have a couple ideas if you don't want to - also, these are really lame names, I know, but this is just what the story would be called. In the story they would be called by their real name - Anna-punzel (Annabeth+Rapunzel [Rapunzel]), Pip-ora (Piper+Aurora [Sleeping Beauty]), B-azel (Hazel+Bell [Beauty and the Beast]), Juniper-White (Juniper+Snow White [Snow White and the Seven Dwarves]), Cinder-lina (Silena+Cinderella [Cinderella]) Mul-eyna (Reyna+Mulan [Mulan]), Kati-hontas (Katie+Pocahontas [Pocahontas]), and Jas-lia (Thalia+Jasmine [Alladin]). Of course, it wouldn't follow the complete storyline. Those are borring. I'd try to make it a romantic comedy (key word try) and have twists and turns everywhere.

THE ANSWER TO THE RIDDLE:

? Crimson. He broke your window.

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PJO. I WISH I DID, BUT YOU ALL KNOW I DON'T. I'M NOT MALE. MY NAME DOESN'T HAPPEN TO BE RICK RIORDAN. PERCY JACKSON IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND, HE IS ANNABETH'S. THEREFORE, I DO NOT OWN PJO.

Annabeth

After Mrs. Masken dissmised us, Thalia, Rachel and I hung around for a bit, seeing as we couldn't get out the door. Fangirls (and boys) stalked Percy's every step. Wherever he was, half the school body was. And right now, Percy was in the doorway, amidst at least a-hundred-fifty students or so.

I set my hand on a desk and leaned my weight on it, tapping my fingers.

"This happen everyday?" I asked to no one in particular. I already had a pretty good idea anyways.

"Yup," Thalia said cooly, popping the 'p'.

"We won't get out of here for another half hour?"

"Nope," they replied simultainiously. I groaned.

So we waited.

And waited some more.

And we lasted about ten seconds.

Stupid ADHD.

"You know what?" I said, throwing my hands up. "I'm out. A couple of kids aren't going to keep me locked in a room."

I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, checked my neck to make sure my headphones hung around it, and continued out the door, Thalia and Rachel on my heels.

I put my hands in front of me and pushed and shoved to make as much of a pathway as possible, but everyone was moving in closer to get as close to Percy Jackson as they could.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY," Thalia growled, yelling at the top of her lungs. Nobody moved.

Which kind of surprised me.

Thalia could be freakin' scary.

The teachers tugging and pulling at the students, yelling at them to get to class was pointless. They wouldn't budge.

That is, until the resource officer stepped in.

Then, slowly -but surely- the crowd dispersed, allowing Thalia, Rachel and I to stagger into the hallway without collapsing onto anyone.

"-Fresh air!" Rachel gasped dramaticaly, clutching her throat and taking deep breaths through her mouth. I rolled my eyes.

Sighing, I dug out my schedule again, looking it over for my next class. Rachel and Thalia peered over my shoulder.

Homeroom- Mrs. Masken…...Room 439 8:00 - 8:10am

Theater- Mr. Bae...Room 837 8:20 - 9:05am

P.E./Health.-Mr. Baker/Ms. James...Gymnasium/Room 782 9:10 - 9:55am

Math- Mrs. Jones...Room 443 10:00 - 10:45am

Free Period...10:50 - 11:35am

ELA- Mrs. Masken...Room 439 11:40 - 12:25am/pm

Lunch...12:25 - 1:00pm

ELA- Mrs. Masken...Room 439 1:05 - 1:50pm

History- Mr. William...Room 398 1:55 - 2:40pm

Science- Mr. Ellsworth...Room 441 2:45 - 3:30pm

Dismissal...3:40pm

Rachel squealed in my ear, and I grimaced.

"We get to do Theater together!" She exclaimed. Thalia had smug grin was plastered to her face.

"Yeah, Annie, you get to act! AND SING!" She said, her eyes filled with a whole other foreign evil I hadn't seen before. My lips formed a straight line.

"Mhm," I hummed, lookimng at the rest of my sheet.

"Ooh! And we have ELA together. Thalia has that class, too, and then I think we all have the same lunch period..." she murmered, continuing to scan the list. I handed the paper to her, tired of holding it if she wanted to keep reading.

Then I noticed how empty the hallway was.

I cocked an eyebrow, and lifted my wrist to glance at the watch I had grabbed from Silena's dresser before we left.

8:18AM.

"Hey, Rachel," I called behind me. "How far is the Theater from here?"

"Not that far-" She said, but she didn't get to finish her sentence, because I grabbed her wrist and started dragging her behind me, despite not having a clue as to where I was going.

"See ya later, Thals!" I called, just before we turned a corner, and I vaguely heard her muffled reply of 'Later'.

"Annabeth!" Rachel squeaked. "Stop!"

I felt my forhead crease. "Why?"

"The Theater is the other way!"She exclaimed, yanking her arm free. I flushed, but contained my composure and sighed.

"Okay, then lets go," I said briskly, brushing past her, leaving her to catch up to me.

I guess I didn't have to be that mean.

So, I stopped, and gave her a moment to catch up to me real quick. It didin't take her long, but I still felt kind of guilty. I mean, just because that dumba-Mean girl Drew got on my bad side didn't mean that it took over me.

Looking down, I continued to race to the Theater, wherever it may be.

Just then, Rachel skidded to a halt in front of a random set of double doors in the middle of the hallway.

"This is it," she said, smiling. "Goode High's Theater."

The two doors might have been beautiful a few centries ago, but now they were worn down and rusted. There were cracks in the wood at ever angle, and the glass was chipped in a few places, which made me curious as to why a school was still using them. The designs were precise, or used to be, anyways. Now you couldn't tell what was carved into them to save your life.

Despite all of these fractures, Rachel's smile was nontheless plastered to her features.

"Well? - Come on!" She said, throwing open the doors full-swing, which to my surprise didn't send them crumblind to the floor in millions of bits and pieces.

The room was definetely old. There was no doubt in my mind about that. By the looks of it, it wasn't cleaned properly, but it was decent enough to use. The ceiling was huge, going at least fifty feet up from where I was standing. All four of the walls steeped up and met at a center point. Huge marble columns were the only thing keeping it aloft, and they had started to crack and crumble so much I was afraid the roof would cave in on top of us. The walls were constructed of old, rusted bricks, and there was a small stage at the front. Church pews were lined up so that they formed \ /'s, one behind the other. There might have been fifteen or twenty of them, every one made of old, splinttering wood. There was a marble pedestal off to the left side of the stage, with lots of other only light was provided from the sun, streaming through a huge stained-glass window, which seemed to be the only thing not broken.

"So," Rachel said, spinning on her heel so that she faced me. She clasped her hands together. "What do you think?"

I cocked my eyebrow, and looked up to the ceiling again. "I think I may die in here."

Rachel put on a look of hurt, and I immediately felt guilty again.

"I'm sorry," I said, halfway sincere. "But the architecture sucks. -Well, scratch that. The structure is actually pretty good, it's just that it's constructed of such old materials, it could cave it at any second without warning," I said matter-of-factly. Rachel puffed out her lip but it was replaced with a smile as soon as it came.

"Whatever, I still love this place. It was the base of Goode, you know?" She asked, sitting on one of the pews. She scooched over a little and patted the seat next to her, motioning for me to sit. I obliged, setting my pack down and continuing to scan across the room as she dug into Goode history.

"It was an old Catholic Church, as you might've guessed. It was built back in the 1700's. When they were constructing Goode, they wanted to build it here, but that meant they would have to tear down the Church. Since it was so old, and a valuable piece of history, Mr. Daniel, the founder of Goode High, decided to leave it up and just mak it a Theater instead. They had planned reconstrucing it without completely tearing it down, but then the economy fell and they never got to it," She explained. I nodded quietly as silence fell across the Theater.

"Where is everybody?" I asked, suddenly realizing we were the only ones here. "I thought we were having class..."

Rachel scrucnched her eyebrows, and made a lopsided pucker face. "I don't know."

She got up and walked around me, making her way to the stage. I decided to follow her, and get a closer look at it while she checked the back room for anybody else.

The stage was only about a foot and a half high. It had a marble platform, and was surprisingly sturdy, considering it was three centuries old. I wandered around, looked at some of the props laid around, stared out the window, and eventually found myself gazing across the church from the pedestal.

I remembered guest staring on a little show with an audience that would probably fit this Church. The host, Blue Farrell, had a singing contest between me, Justing Timberlake, Jennifer Lopez, Ke$ha, Flo Rida, Kelly Clarkson, Rihanna, Katy Perry and Bruno Mars. I had won third, behind Justin who got first, and Ke$ha second. Long story short, Jennifer and Rihanna were ticked out after the first round, then it was Katy Perry and Bruno Mars, then the third round left me, Justin and Ke$ha for the final round. You know how that ended.

I wonder why Thalia didn't go ahead and tell Rachel about me being Jez Falcon and all. She seemed to be good friends with her, didn't friends trust each other?

Shrugging the thought off, I wandered around some more, and grinned when I found a guitar sitting around. I grabbed it and slung it over my shoulder, hopping down from the stage and rushing over to the pew me and Rachel had sat, digging into my pack in search of a notepad and pencil.

"Score," I muttered when I found one, then ran back to the stage and jumping atop of it. I sat myself on a stool and started writing a new song for my next debut. It was coming up next month and Lord knows how many more songs I'll need.

I spent about five minutes just sitting there, thinking of a good verse to branch off from. I tapped my pencil on the guitar, twisted my hair in my fingers, blah blah blah.

Once I finally found the perfect words, my eyes lit up.

I remember when we broke up,

The first time, saying this is it, I've had enough,

'Cause like, we hadn't seen each other in a month,

When you, said you, needed space.

I thought for a while, debating on whether or not to edit that last line a little. It seemed short, but I couldn't figure what word to fill in. I decided to place a What? there, just as a filler so that the emptiness would stop bugging at me.

I ran the lines through my head a couple of times, and decided What? sounded pretty good, so I figured it would be a keeper, and moved on to the next verse.

What?

Then you come around again and say,

Baby, I miss you, and I swear I'm gonna change,

Trust me, remember how that lasted for a day,

I said 'I hate you!' we brake up, you call me,

'I love you'.

I immediately connected with the song, and lyrics started pouring out of my thoughts onto paper. Extra debut song: Check.

OoooOoOooh, we called it off again last night, but

OoooOoOooh, this time, I'm telling you, I'm telling you,

We, are never ever ever, getting back together.

We, are never ever ever, getting back together,

You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me,

But we, are never ever ever, getting back together.

Like...Ever...

I'm really gonna miss you picking fights, and me,

Falling for it screaming that I'm right, and you,

Will hide away and find your piece of mind, with some,

Indie record that's much cooler than mine.

OoooOoOooh ou called me up again tonight, but

OoooOoOooh, this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you,

We, are never ever ever, getting back together,

We, are never ever ever, getting back together,

You go talk to your friends,

Talk to my friends, Talk to me, But

We, are never ever ever, getting back together...

I used to think, that we, were forever ever

And I used to say...never say never...

'Huh, he calls me up and he's like, 'I still love you' And I'm like... I'm just...I mean this is

exhausting, you know like We are never getting back together- like ever.

NO!

We, are never ever ever, getting back together,

We, are never ever ever, getting back together,

You go talk to your friends

Talk to my friends

Talk to me, But

We, are never ever ever, getting back together,

We, OoooOoOooh, OoooOoOooh, not back together, we,

Oh, getting back together,

You go talk to your friends,

Talk to my friends,

Talk to me,

But we are never ever ever,

Getting back together.

Grinning, I stood up, and tried a few notes on the guitar, trying to get a feel for what would go with the lyrics.

"Hey, Rachel," I called, not looking up from the guitar as I tuned it.

No response.

I turned. "Rachel?"

"Right here!" She gasped, collapsing onto the stage. "They weren't in there."

I scrunched my eyebrows. "Where'd they go?"

Rachel shrugged. "I don't know."

Silence hung in the air. It lasted about two minutes, when my mind realized something, and I grinned.

"I guess we don't have that class today, then," I said, stringing a few notes on the guitar. "Can you sing?" I asked.

She shrugged again. "I-I guess..." She mumbled.

"Show me," I urged, and began playing a song I knew she would know. Sure enough, she began singing to one of my hits, Mine.

We played until the song ended, both of us out of breath from jumping around on the stage.

Rachel took in a breath. "OMG, that was so-"

"Ahem," someone cleared their throat. We both stilled, and my breath caught.

Dam.

Haha, did you catch my reference? Lol.

Guys, I am soo so sooooo soooooooooo sorry for taking FOREVER to update, and I'm soo so sooooo soooooooooo sorry this chapter kinda sucked, it's un-edited. If I've had any writing skills before, they're totally lost now.

None the less, practice makes perfect, blah, blah, blah.

MAYBE if I get enough reviews, I'll update later today...

MAYBE.

If not, then I'll try to tomorrow, but you guys know how I am :/

Anybody read The Goddess Test series by Aimee Carter? They're freaking AMAZIN. It's a twist with the Hades/Persephone tale, I swear if you like Percy Jackson and Romance you'll freaking LoVe this!

OH! I almost forgot :/ RIDDLE!

What object has keys that open no locks, space but no room and you can enter but not go in?

No, I don't own it :/ Nor do I have any idea what the answer is yet :[

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