Percy,
Let's get this straight- I made you. One day, I decided to address a letter to someone I imagined and then that character replied.
Then a lot happened, and I went to a party. For once.
So hence, 'the Great Annabeth Chase' gets drunk.
I'm writing this on a piece of paper that one of the students at Yancy gave to me.
I'm at Yancy Academy, Percy, I'm here right now, and you're not here. Did I come on the one day you were sick? Have I gone insane?
I've also taken your advice and asked plenty of people about you.
Teachers.
Other students.
Grover.
Paul.
They all said the same thing: you don't exist.
And Paul's your stepdad.
So what are you? Who are you? And why can't I see you anymore?
Are you real?
Annabeth
