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The next morning, Chiron moved me to the cabin I was checking out when I first got here, cabin three.

The good news: I didn't have to share, I had all the space I wanted, got to sit at my own dinner table, pick all my own activities, and call "lights out" whenever I wanted to, and I didn't have to listen to anyone.

Bad news: I was absolutely miserable as hell.

Just when I started to get used to everything and when I actually felt somewhat accepted, I'd been separated as if I was a fucking disease. Not that that hasn't happened before...

Anyway, nobody mentioned the hellhound, at least not to my face. I knew that the attack had scared everyone. It told two things about me: one, that I was the first and only daughter of the Sea God; and two, monsters would stop at nothing to kill me. The fucking monsters could even invade the camp, a place that has always been considered safe. I messed everything up... What's fucking new?

The other campers-except Clarisse, Luke, Ethan, and sometimes Annabeth-all made sure to avoid me at all cost. Cabin eleven was too much of a pussy to fight me so my lessons with Luke became one-on-one. He pushed me harder than ever, but didn't bruise me up too bad-last time he did I whooped his ass so hard he couldn't sit right for a week.

"You're going to need all the training you can get," he promised, as we were working with swords and flaming torches. "Now let's try that viper-beheading strike again. Fifty more repetitions."

"Gods damn you, Luke," I'd say every time, only to receive a mischievous smirk... every. Damn. Time.

Annabeth still taught me Greek in the mornings, but she seemed to be in her own world of Athena-ness. Every time I said something, she scowled at me, as if I did something wrong.

"Who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?" I'd ask.

She would just send me another nasty look before walking away muttering to herself: "Quest ... Poseidon? ... Dirty rotten... got to make a plan ..."

"Bitch," I would mutter back.

Clarisse, along with Luke, seemed to be the only ones not afraid of me.

Well... kind of.

Apparently someone had the guts to resent me and dropped off a mortal newspaper at my cabin door one night. It was a copy of the New York Daily News, opened to the Metro page. It took a couple minutes to decipher it, but when I read it, I was in a rage.

GIRL AND MOTHER STILL MISSING AFTER FREAK CAR ACCIDENT

BY EILEEN SMITH

Sally Jackson and daughter Percy are still missing one week after their mysterious disappearance. The family's badly burned '78 Camaro was discovered last Saturday on a 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 daughter 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 other signs of the missing Jacksons. Residents in the rural area reported seeing nothing unusual around the time of the accident.

Mrs. Jackson's husband, Gabe Ugliano, claims that his stepdaughter, 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 daughter Percy is a suspect in her 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.

And get this, the phone number was fucking circled in black marker.

I shredded the paper in my hand and slammed it in the trash can, then threw myself on my bunk bed in my empty cabin.

"Lights out," I told myself angrily.

That night, I had a weird ass dream.

I was running along the beach in a storm. But this time, there was a city behind me. It obviously wasn't New York, as the whole place was more spread out and not clumped together.

There were two people fighting. They were wrestling in the water. One of them was screaming, "Give it back! Give it back!" like a kindergartener. I somehow knew they were Zeus and Poseidon.

"Will you stop arguing like fucking kindergartners?!" I screamed at them. My dad looked at me like he could see me which would have been weird because this was a dream. The last thing I remember before waking up was my dad, bellowing, "Percy!"

I woke up in cold sweat. I angrily punched my pillow. Zeus and Poseidon were fighting over something valuable. Something stolen probably. My brain was working overtime. Great. I'm turning into Athena.

I was about to get up when there was a knock at my door. Grover entered looking nervous. "You better come. Mr. D wants to kill- I mean I better let him tell you."

I rolled my eyes. "I'll be out in five." I told him shoving him out. I got ready, for what could be my death.

Poll

Who should Percy be with?

Luke: 4

Ethan: 2

Conner: 0

Malcom: 3

Olympian: 14

Male Annabeth: 7

Female Annabeth: 19

Thalia: 3

Calypso: 1

Other: 0

None: 1

Voila! Another chapter. Sorry this wasn't as long as the other chapters but my "bathroom breaks" are getting limited. Anyway looks like Fem Percabeth is in the lead. Now, I got to go. My math teacher is getting suspicious. See ya!