Here I am again:) well im sorry i havent updated in a llooooonnnngggg time. I had some boyfriend drama going on. I actually put it in this story a little, and its true except the part about the 2 months and him asking me back out, cuz hes still got a girlfriend. i hate him. alot.

sorry thats the randomness of my mind right now. well on with the story!

Sam's POV

Another day had gone by. Another useless conversation with Thalia. Another day with out food and another day with out the pretty girl from my dream coming to bust

us out of this joint. It sort of sucks and it leaves me with to much time to my self, which is bad. I drifted from memory to memory. It started with the first time my

stepdad Dan talked to me. He had this hateful glint in his eye, and his words were filled with venom. Then to the time he locked me and my little sister in a closet for 3

hours. Rachel was only 6 and she cried her little eyes out for half the time we were in there, and Dan pretended not to hear. Once I finally calmed her down, we talked

for what seemed like forever, and remembering her smile just made me happy. I missed her so much it hurt. Just like when I think about my birth father. According to

my mom, my real dad died when I was still in her stomach. It was a car crash, he had swerved to avoid a boy on a bike and he ran into a guard rail, the car flipped and

ended up crashing into a tree, smashing the entire front section of the car. He died instantly, which made me happy. He didn't have to suffer at all. 4 years later, my

mother met the creep know as Dan, with his infant daughter, since his wife had left him. To mom, it was love at first sight. The next year they got married and began

hating me and Rach. We're really lucky right? No, we're fucking not, and I'm sick of being fed all this crap. It's not fair and I want to sit with my iPod and block out the

world until it's over, too bad my iPod died yesterday.

Annabeth's POV

Today's the day. We're officially leaving the hotel to go looking for Sam and Thalia. Wish us luck. Hopefully he's not evil and crap.

Hannah's POV

Since the day of my claiming, I had never had more energy. The day Athena claimed me I had just fought off 3 monsters and was screaming at some kids, but still, I

was like a 5 year old on a sugar rush. This is exactly the way Annabeth described my personality now. I went from sitting, to standing, and back again in 3 minutes,

with some pacing mixed in here and there, at the bus station that would take us exactly 3 miles from our destination. This morning I was running around my room

singing the song from the Chronicles of Narnia, Prince Caspian, you know that song from the end? Well, Percy came over into my room to yell at me for being too loud.

That's how utterly bad my energy level is. I tend to be a fairly quiet girl, and I was singing at the top of my lungs. Sad right? I think so. Any way the bus was supposed

to be here 20 minutes ago, and if im stuck in this sticky red vinyl chair any longer I'm going to burst. The man seated to my right, who happens to be over the age of

40, keeps casting some, what I think to be little inappropriate, glances towards my chest. He also reeks badly of cologne, cigarettes, and whisky. The woman on my

left is dressed like she belongs in a strip club, but sooo does not have the body to be there, if you know what I mean, and she is reading a magazine from 2 months

ago, with a picture of Justin Beiber. That picture made me think of my mortal ex, Justin Prue. Who was a total jerk. He dumped me to go out with my best friend! Can

you believe that? I still was totally in love with him for like 2 months, then he asked me back out. I said no, I mean go Hannah right? Well lets hope the bus gets here

soon so I'm not stuck thinking about exes and can get the hell outa here!

R&R plzzzzzzzz! And u can give input on my real lifee too, if u want /:)

LOVE YA

ANNA