Annabeth slumped down onto the bottom of the truck glumly. She sighed as she drew in the dirt on the bottom of the truck aimlessly with her finger. She walked to the back of the truck and snatched up the crate of strawberries that she packed last. She stomped to the end closest to the back door and threw the crate onto the dusty ground of the truck. The crate made a loud 'clang' as it collided with the ground. Annabeth laid on her stomach and peeked through the slim crack at the bottom of the door of the truck. The light was fading outside. The truck turned a corner and she was thrown against the crates at the front of the truck.

'Ow,' she muttered, although she wasn't actually hurt, just a little sore where her shoulder was. She slid across the floor of the truck, her shirt being covered in dust in the process, and looked through the crack again. The sun blared in her eyes and she quickly retreated what would have been a couple of paces.

'Sunset?' She guessed out loud. Her stomach rumbled, she was so eager to start venturing through the small library the Athena cabin she skipped lunch. She hadn't felt hungry at the time but now she knew that was a stupid idea, she was ravenous. She dug into a crate of strawberries. The flavour exploded in her mouth as the she pierced the delicate skin of the berry. The juices trailed down her throat starting to quench her thirst, then teasing her with the lack of water she had drunk today..

'Okay,' she thought to herself out loud, 'I've only talked to Cleve once but I remember him saying his schedule, He stops at the truck stop in Manhattan for the night then starts deliveries at 6 in the morning.' This was one of the many times Annabeth had come to respect her amazing memory. She sighed, it was going to be a long night. She looked around the truck and found some old blankets, they were meant to cover the crates of strawberries but as Annabeth got locked in she hadn't bother. She was glad that they were there. She she grabbed the blankets, there were 5. She layed 2 on the ground, folded one into a uncomfortable pillow and covered herself in the other 2. She layed her head on her makeshift pillow. It wasn't very comfortable but it would do. All Annabeth could o was lie awake, she seemed calm but she was freaking out on the inside. After a long few hours she finally drifted off to sleep.

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Annabeth woke to the sound of the heavy metal door opening. She yawned and looked up to see Cleve's face peering into the truck.

'Annabeth?' he asked in his gruff voice.

'Hi,' she answered softly.

'What the heck were you doing in there?' He outstretched his hand for Annabeth to take as it was buried in the blankets like the rest of her body. Annabeth's hand strayed the blanket and she took Cleve's.

'Damien, and some other kids, looked me in here.' Annabeth answered. Cleve whistled.

'He really must hate you what did you do? Claim he has barbie underwear?' Cleve chuckled at his own joke then noticed it was not helping and his face drooped back to a serious expression. 'He's done some cruel things in the past but this tops the list,' He gave a grim smile. 'Here, come sit up the front, I'll finish the deliveries and take you back home.' Annabeth graciously let him pull her out of the truck and lead her to the front seat. As she sat on the front seat she smiled, she was safe, but she had forgot the danger of being a half-blood. Once she knew her scent was stronger, the monsters could find her easier. Away from camp half-blood she wasn't safe.