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Disclaimer: Do I look like an old, cheerful, and wise dude with gray hair? Well, then that proves that I don't own Percy Jackson or anything else R.R. wrote.

Chapter 10

I sat down at my bed, staring at my bookshelf. I was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, during capture the flag. My hair hung limply against my shoulders and my hands were wrapped around my knees which were pressed tightly against my chest. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"Annabeth?" a voice called softly. I looked up and saw that it was Claire. She looked at me with pity. Her straight blonde hair flew behind her and her stormy grey eyes took in my appearance.

"Yeah?" I asked, noticing that my voice sounded hollow.

"Why are you so sad?" she asked me, her eyebrows raised. I knew that she knew the answer so I rolled my eyes at her.

"I don't know. I just can't believe that I thought that he was the one. If he's the son of Poseidon, he shouldn't exist. Zeus will try his hardest to zap him to death. Literally. And Athena just doesn't get along well with Poseidon. So if Percy gets a quest, I don't know if I can too," I sighed.

"This is all about going on a quest?" she asked me. I nodded. She rolled her eyes.

"I guess it's in Athena's blood to be so determined," she told me with a smile.

"Yeah, I guess," I replied, looking down at my hands.

"Look, Percy came in earlier and asked about you teaching him Ancient Greek," she suddenly said. My eyes flashed up to her face in annoyance and then I looked back at my hands.

"So?" I asked.

"He really seemed sad that you weren't going to teach him. I think he's really sad because now people are avoiding him since he's Poseidon's son and all. Well, Luke is still nice to him. But other than that, everyone talks about him and just ignores him. You should help him out," she told me.

"Look, I don't really care now. If I do see him, I'll be in a really bad mood so I wouldn't really want to teach him, and I'll be all mean to him. You know I do that a lot when I'm mad."

"Yeah, unfortunately, I do," she replied with a smile.

"What did you tell him?" I asked.

"I just told him that you were tired and that you were going to postpone the class to the evening and that it was only for today," she replied with a smug smile.

"Claire! Ugh," I sighed.

"Just try, Annabeth," she told me. I growled when I knew that she was right. If I didn't help him, or accept him, who would? Why did she have to be so wise? Oh yeah, because she's a daughter of Athena. And why did I have to be such a knucklehead and feel regretful? Oh yeah, because I'm a daughter of Athena and she always knows right from wrong.

"Whatev. "Anything else?" I asked her.

"Yeah. Someone left this at everyone's cabin," she replied, throwing a newspaper at me. I frowned and looked at the page. It took me a while to read, because I was dyslexic and all. The words were floating off the page, but I finally managed to read it.

"Anyways, I got to go talk to Cody about something. Later," she told me. I just nodded slightly in her direction and began to read.

BOY AND MOTHER STILL MISSING AFTER FREAK CAR ACCIDENT

BY EILEEN SMYTHE

Sally Jackson and son Percy are still missing one week after their mysterious disappearance. The family's badly burned '78 Camaro was discovered last Saturday on a north Long Island road with the roof ripped off and the front axle broken. The car had flipped and skidded for several hundred feet before exploding. Mother and son had gone for a weekend vacation to Montauk, but left hastily, under mysterious circumstances. Small traces of blood were found in the car and near the scene of the wreck, but there were no signs of the missing Jacksons. Residents in the rural area reported seeing nothing unusual around the time of the accident.

Ms. Jackson's husband, Gabe Ugliano, claims that his stepson, Percy Jackson, is a troubled child who has been kicked out of numerous boarding schools and has expressed violent tendencies in the past. Police would not say whether son Percy is a suspect in his mother's disappearance, but they have not ruled out foul play. Below are recent pictures of Sally Jackson and Percy. Police urge anyone with information to call the following toll-free crime-stoppers hotline.

I sighed and threw the paper aside. Poor Percy. He was really suffering. I sighed and stared outside the window for a second. I could see Percy trudging sadly through the woods, towards his cabin. I slipped off of bed and went to take a long, hot shower, feeling the stress melt away as the warm water untied the knots in my shoulders. I guess I could be nice and still teach Percy, but I didn't have to be nice directly to him. It's just that any time I'm around him, I feel so angry. It's weird and uncomfortable. I just felt like strangling the kid; he just has like an annoying atmosphere around him. I frowned and wondered if that's how Athena felt around Poseidon.

After I was done, I met with Percy. He seemed a bit happier that there was another person that didn't reject him, but I was still really pissed. Every time the seaweed brained freak said something, it just irritated me and I always scowled at him. I could see the confused look in his eyes, and he looked kind of nervous. After we were done, I trudged off, muttering, "Quest…Poseidon? Dirty rotten…Got to make a plan…"

After that, I stayed cooped up in my cabin, researching. The problem was that I didn't know what to look for. I groaned and frowned and cursed. There weren't any books or information on why are Zeus and his brothers fighting and what does that have to do with the summer solstice? I growled sourly. I closed my eyes, ignoring the pounding headache of staring at the computer and books for hours. I needed some exercise. I jumped up, grabbed my cap, and trudged outside.

First, I went to the sword-fighting arena and saw Percy walk outside, talking to Luke. He was sweating like crazy, and looked tired. He had a cut across his cheek, but otherwise was just covered in bruises. I think he spotted me, but I wasn't sure. I walked inside and saw a bunch of people fighting and goofing off. Clarisse was tackling one of her crazily bulky buddies. When I walked in, she glared up at me, her teeth bared. As she trudged over to me, I clenched my teeth and curled my hands into a fist.

"Annabeth," she growled at me.

"Clarisse," I replied casually, nodding slightly towards her. I looked forward and began to walk, but she placed a rough hand on my shoulder. Everybody turned to stare at us. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. That would only provoke her.

"Hey. Did you read the newspaper that I dropped off at everyone's cabin?" she asked me.

"Which newspaper?" I asked, playing dumb.

"You know which one," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Well, since Percy's Poseidon's son, I guess you won't be going on a quest anytime soon…you know, being Athena's daughter and all. You were born out of her head, weren't you?" she asked me. I grit my teeth and closed my eyes. I did not want to remember how I was born; it was just gross and really weird. Besides, I didn't even get formed the normal way; Athena claimed to be a maiden and she was. To the men that she favored, she gifted them with children that sprouted out of her head. Yeah. What a nice way to reward someone? Too bad my dad didn't accept the gift, I thought sourly.

"Your point?" I asked her calmly. She shrugged.

"Guess you're really disappointed," she whispered.

"Why would I be?" I asked her.

"No reason. I guess it's good that you don't get another quest. After what happened to Thalia," she hissed. That was it. She had just yanked the last cord that kept all the tension bottled up. I snapped my hand back and slammed it into her face. She was thrown back onto the blue practice mats and shot up to glare at me with bloodlust eyes. Her nose was broken and bleeding heavily. She grabbed her nose, and with a pop, popped it back into place. Everyone closed their eyes and groaned at that. I was about to turn away when she rammed into me from the side. I fell back down and kicked her off.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" everybody yelled.

"Cream her!" the Ares cabin yelled at Clarisse. Not even in your dreams. I leaped up and sent a roundhouse kick to her head. She crippled to the ground and staggered up. Then she slammed her fist against my ear, and it throbbed in pain. I slammed my foot into her stomach, and she doubled over.

"Swords!" yelled someone from the crowd.

"This isn't a duel!" I protested, but a sword was thrust into my hand. Clarisse held one too, and she turned to glare at me. She ran at me, and I tried hard not to imagine her as a bull; or else I would burst out laughing. Oh, and I was wearing red. I stepped aside, and she slammed into the wall. Some people snickered, but she spun around and thrust her sword at me. I parried it and slammed the butt of the sword against Clarisse's head. She growled and lunged at me again, looking a bit dazed. Yup, I could whoop anyone's but if I set my heart to it. She slashed the sword at me again, but I blocked it with my sword and then dropped to the ground when she swiped again. I whacked the back of her legs with my feet and she fell to the ground.

I stood over her, the sword in my hands. She glared at me angrily, spat a bit of blood out of her mouth, and then tried to stand up. I pressed my foot lightly against her chest and stared down at her.

"Go ahead. Just whack me again, you loser," she yelled at me.

"First, you're the loser here. And second, I would never stoop that low," I sneered. I threw the sword away from us and stormed away angrily. I think that was enough exercise... jeez the God of War seriously needed to find a new hobby.

I hope you liked it. I got a lot of requests for adding like a random scene, so that's what I did. If you liked it, review! You know that makes me happy. And if you didn't, still review. It will still make me happy. =P