A/N: Aww...you guys! You make me blush and want to cry! I was SURE I had lost ya'll with that chapter...guess not...I guess I just wanna say THANK YOU! :D

Percy: *manages to get the duct tape off of his mouth* Help! She's holding me hosta -

Me: Shhh! *stuffs a sock in his mouth* I don't own PJO, Percy Jackson and all that. Do I? *eyes Percy*

Percy: *sighs and shakes his head*

Me: Good. :)

Moon's POV

It's not that I hated my brother. We just didn't get along well. And, I know, Ellie and I came up with his name, we (I, more like) shouldn't call him "Name Freak".

But it just fits him so well.

I walked up the stairs as Mom told me to, and went straight to my sister's room. Chelsea slept like a rock, always, except for during school.

Sometimes I just can't understand her.

Her door, as usual, was closed and locked. I banged on the door with my fist. "Athene!" I shouted. "Get up! We're about to leave for camp!"

"Go 'way!" She slurred, throwing something that sounded like a pillow weakly at the door. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Come on, Chelse! Don't you miss the canoe rides, staying in Dad's cabin with me while we got rid of Audrick for a while? You know how much we enjoy that!" Okay, so, once again bagging on my brother. I can't help it - it's like a natural way of life. Weird, I know, but you'll get used to it.

"I l'ke Aud...ri...ee..." she muttered, and I heard the shuffling of feet across the carpet floor. The door swung open suddenly, and my sister glared at me. "Now, go 'way!" You could see that she was practically still asleep.

I had one other trick up my sleeve, but it was a little drastic. Dad had told me of one time, back when they were Audrick's age, that they went in search of Zeus's lightning bolt. They got stuck in some place called the Lotus Casino, where they stayed trapped for a few days. Mom didn't want to leave, and he knew that she was afraid of spiders.

When he told that story, Chelsea got a wild look in her eyes and gulped, "Spi-spi-spider? Where? !" And ducked up underneath the bed.

I took a deep breath. This might get real ugly real fast. I grabbed her by the shoulder like Dad had done such a long time ago, leaned in close and whispered. "Spiders. Huge, hairy spiders."

It took all of one milli-second for it to register in her mind. "WHERE?" She shrieked, scratching at her head and pulling some of her hair out. "Get it out, get it out!" And she bolted down the stairs.

When Mom got a hold of her, she called up the stairs, "Hayley!"

"What?" I called back. "You asked me to get her up!"

"I didn't want you to scare her to death!"

"Sorry!" I walked to my bedroom and took my sut case off my bed, putting it on the ground. We always packed like we were moving to camp, even though we'd only be there for a week. That's just how we were.

I glanced around my room - I always did, for fear I might not ever see it again. I guess that it was just a little thing all somewhat-demigods felt; like this day could be your last.

I saw my photo of Mom and Dad, taken the day of their wedding. They were dancing, Mom's dress torn in all sorts of different ways as if claws had been raked through it. Dirt and blood were also sprinkled on the hems, but they didn't seem to notice. They were too lost in each other's eyes, the thought that they were sharing telepathically. Not like I could do, thought, but the same concept. I once again felt that little ping in my chest, wondering if I'd ever be that deeply in love with someone, where we could dance and be the only one's there, even though we are surrounded by people.

It seemed like a fairytale dream that would never come true.

Another was the one where they were standing on the beach. Mom's arms were crossed across her chest. She was leaned back, her grey eyes intense and glaring, and her mouth cocked in such a way that you know that she was angry about something. Dad's eyes were in mid-roll, her arms crossed, too, his face in an annoyed glance. They were arguing about something, that was evident. I liked looking at this one a lot; it always seemed to bring a smile to my face. For some reason, I loved it when they faught. It wasn't like normal fighting, like me and Audrick did; it was pure, and fun, and about stupid things that normal people never thought about. And you could always see the love in their face. You could always see it in their eyes.

I smiled, then looked on to the last one I had on my night stand. Mom and Daddy sat on the pier at camp. Daddy was leaned back on his hands, and Mom had her legs dangling off the side of the pier. She was dropping stones in the water, smiling softly as the ripples spread around below her feet. Dad would then use his Poseidon powers to raise the stone back up, as dry as a whistle, so Mom could throw them back. Dad's eyes seemed lost as he gazed, somewhat at Mom, somewhat at the water. It was as if they were the only two people on the universe. A glorious sunset was fading behind them, casting shades of purple, blue, orange pink across their faces and the world around them. (A/N: I sort of stole ((borrowed)) this idea from Burdge-bug's picture she drew of these two, description and everything. All of it belongs to her, I just incorporated it into a straight in-story idea.)

It was perfect.

I shook my head, trying to get all of those stories out of my head. I had to pay attention to the matter at hand - getting packed for a week at Camp Half-Blood.

Audrick's POV

Sisters. Cruel, evil beings. This is what my definition of Hayley is.

Sometimes I swear she did it just so I would die. Yes, before you ask, my sister was that crazy.

I stood in the kitchen, a towel wrapped around my shoulders as I tried to shake the freezing-my-butt-off feeling away. I didn't get any cool powers like Hales or Chelsea; I was stuck being "too smart for words", as so quoted by my teacher. So, I had to stand there until Mom brought me some fresh clothes to change into.

"Thanks," I said, taking them from her. She stared at me for a second, her eyes in extreme thought.

"I'm sorry for what your sister did," she said at last.

I just shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I probably shouldn't've stole her diary. I'm becoming as bad as Connor Stoll Jr." When I said that, Mom laughed and gave me a half-way hug.

"At least you won't have to deal with her for a while. It'll just be me and you, Uncle Malcolm and Aunt Stacey in the Athena cabin. Along with the other campers, of course. And your sisters'll both be with your dad for a whole week. This will be fun, I guarentee it."

"I guess you're right," I smiled as I used the towel to clean some water out of my ears.

She smirked. "Always," and then she left so I could run upstairs and finish changing. I dashed up the stairs, all that Mom said giving me new-found energy. I wasn't like my sisters at all, that was for sure. I had an atheltic build, was skinny and a little tan. Sandy-blonde hair and intense grey eyes made me seem like my Uncle Malcolm (I've been asked more than once if I was his son/cousin/brother). I had light freckles on my cheeks and nose, kind of like Chelsea.

She was the only one who got Dad's black hair, though.

After my door was closed and locked, I took off my sopping wet brick-dust colored shirt and tossed it in my hamper. I took the shorts I'd been wearing off, followed by my socks, shoes, and other necessary clothing items, and tossed them in, too. I re-changed into a pair of dark blue-jeans and a black short-sleeved muscle shirt. I finished putting on my socks and shoes, then put the towel in the hamper as well.

I hadn't noticed until I walked straight into her that Hayley was standing in my doorway with the door wide open.

"Hey!" She said. "Watch where you're walking, would you?" Hayley sighed and shook her head. "Anyway, Mom wants you to hurry up and get your suit case downstairs. Daddy'll be back in about twenty minutes." Then she glanced over at my hamper and shook her head again. "Zeus, you're organized for a boy." Then she sauntered away down the stairs.

"Better than being an unorganized twit," I mumbled, throwing my huge gym bag on my bed. I never really carried a suit case on long trips, just this over-sized duffel bag. It was sort of like my good luck charm, I guess you could say.

I opened my top drawer, which even I would have to admit was overly organized, and took out some already folded clothes.

So what if I'm a little...organized? I thought. Geez. Stupid sisters.

Chelsea's POV

After I got done freaking out about my sister saying there was a spider in my hair, Mom sent me upstairs to pack. It was always some huge thing when it came to going to camp; Mom was always close to ripping her hair out, Dad tried to calm her down with cheesy jokes, and I was stuck just sitting there in the middle of Audrick and Hayley arguing.

That's what life was like as the youngest. You were never seen or thought of, just always there. I practically had to battle for attention, so even though I knew that Hayley hadn't said that the spider was in my hair, it sure was one way to go and see Mom without having a true, set-in-stone reason.

I grabbed my light-blue and teal mixture suit case and put it on my bed. I piled a few strand pieces of clothes I had laying around (I wasn't exactly the cleanest) in it, and then grabbed my laptop and laptop charger. Even as a girl, I practically lived on it. If I wasn't on my laptop, playing some game or on the latest social network, I was outside taking pictures.

Normally, I'd climb up in a high tree with my camera, and take pictures of the humming birds and yellow butterflies that buzzed about. Sometimes I'd stay out there all day, especially during the summer. Sometimes it would annoy Mom, it being around three in the morning and I'm still out taking pictures of the lightning bugs and nocturnal animals, like my namesakes animal, the owl, symbol of the wise.

"Chelsea Athene Jackson!" Mom would holler, jarring me out of my photo-taking trance.

"Mother Annabeth Chase Jackson!" I would shout back, smirking invoulentarily. She would smile slightly and roll her eyes, staring up at me with an almost annoyed glance. My legs were crossed over the edges of the highest tree branch, as if I was sitting on a saddle.

"Chelsea," she'd start, "it's three in the morning!"

"Oh," I would say, and shake my head softly. "Sorry."

"No problem." Then she'd grin ear from ear as I dropped to the ground expertly, landning in a twist on my feet. And then we'd run inside. She'd send me upstairs to my room, and she'd go to hers, falling asleep instantly without a word said from the woken-up dad.

Anyway, I'm getting off subject. Once I put my charger in the side pouch of the bag, and zipped up the clothes-holding part, I flipped my laptop open and turned it on. It opened up to my favorite addiction site, Tumblr. I put everything and all things funny on there.

But that wasn't what I was here for. I went to the search engine bar I had downloaded into the webpage, and typed in something I found pretty useful: How to fit in? There's something I've never told anyone; it's something that not even my most disired needs know.

I wasn't known for having a lot of attention. Even as the baby in the family, it was always about Audrie's latest amazing 175 on his math test, and his 153 average, or Hayley's latest timing on her swim score, or the new volleyball game coming up and how she was picked to be all-time server, or what Ellie said this and Carter said that, and Connor said something completely different.

Not to mention that I didn't fit in. Anywhere. I was always either too loud or too quiet; I didn't even have a best friend. If I didn't understand something, I was shuned by my way smarter classmates. If I missed that volleyball in gym, I was scowled at, and asked, "Are you sure you're Moonlight Jackson's sister?" Even the coaches held their noses high because Audrick and Hales were great in gym, and I wasn't.

I was wierd, too. Most of my classmates were cursing and hitting each other, and making everything sound perverted. And all I would do was finger my locket - which was in the shape of a sea-shell. My grandfather, Poseidon, gave it to me - and read a long book, like Gone with the Wind or Grapes of Wrath. One time I even read Great Expectations, which was a highly excellent book.

Even at Camp Half-Blood I was assured that I was weird. Apollo children made fun of me because I couldn't notch an arrow. Aphrodites always sniggered because I had "Awful hair" and that I would "Never get a boyfriend in these hand-me-down clothes". I didn't even attempt to be like my mom's cabin; I was too afraid of feeling completely dumb. Dionysus kids weren't much better, nor were Ares'.

I was accepted in one place at camp, though; the forgery. Hephaestus' children didn't seem to mind me. I never seemed to get on thier nerves. They always liked the things I created. They were the only ones.

I must've gotten lost in thought, because before I realized that I'd read through the whole "normalcy" paragraph, I was being yelled at down the stairs. "We've gotta go, Seashell!" my dad shouted up the stairs.

I smiled wide when I heard that. I slammed my laptop shut, threw my carry-on bag over my shoulder, and pulled my suit case behind me.

I was gone as fast as lightning.

This will be my last update for...a while, to say the least. I'm participating in NaNoWriMo this year (the National Novel Writing Month) and it last from Tomorrow (November 1st) until the 30th (or my Birthday!)

Anyway, I hope this is enough to keep your interest. See you in a while. :)

~Future

PS, Wait, I lie. If I can squeeze it in, I may update. Sometimes. Just until the 30th, though. Then we're back in buisness. :)