GUESS WHO'S BACK? BACK AGAIN- okokok sorry I'll stop now. I've come back! Yah! So, this ones going to be set in Rachel's POV. She's not the star of the story, but I think it would be nice. Also, thank you guest for the idea! Ok, now I'll shut up and you guys can read.

None of these characters belong to me. They all belong to Rick Riordan.

Dear diary,

It's finally happened. I asked Percy out.

Ok ok, let me recap. We were talking on the phone, and I decided that this would be the perfect time. So, I maybe sort of kinda asked him out.

And he said yes! I'm bouncing in my bed as I write this.

Even though we're meeting in 2 weeks, I have to be ready. This has to be perfect, and I have to prepare. Otherwise, I'll probably screw this up. Like, ruin our friendship to the point where we can't look at each other.

"Rachel, are you there?"

Dad's home! He's been gone for ages, doing this work stuff for his company.

"Yeah, coming." Sorry diary, I gotta go. I'll fill this in after I see what dad wants.

I close my book, and lock it. My teacher, Mr. Brunner, noticed I was good with writing, but had too much on my mind to do anything with the talent. So he bought me this diary, and I've cherished it ever since. He retired soon after, he was getting old and sick.

I visited his apartment to help him, and that's where I met Percy. I've visited Mr. Brunner and Percy, and Mrs. Jackson became friends with Mr. Brunner. He was the literacy teacher, and Mrs. Jackson was an author so they became good friends the moment they met. That allows me to hang out with Percy without having to worry about Mr. Brunner.

"Rachel, hurry up. I need to talk to you about something very important." Dad called again.

I took the stairs two at a time, and saw dad with a pamphlet in his hand.

"Dad, what's going on?" I asked trying to look at the paper.

"Rachel, you're to attend Clarion Academy. Your mother went to this school, and now it's your turn."

"What? Dad, I have a good enough school here! You keep making me switch schools, why do I have to transfer again? First McLean High, then Hecate Institution, after Jupiter High School, now Clarion Academy!? I've never stayed at one school more than a year!"

"The decision is final, remember this is for your own good." Dad says, folding the pamphlet.

"You mean for your own good. It'll look good in the paper if your 'perfect' daughter goes to Clarion Academy with other 'perfect' girls." I make air quotes with my fingers.

"Rachel, you are going to that academy, even if I have to force you there. What do you want to go there?"

"Nothing. I don't WANT to go there."

Dad sighs and rubs his temples. "We're going to the beach house in a week. I'll let you bring a friend, but only because you're going to go to Clarion after."

"I never agreed to that! You're forcing me to go! That's not fair!" I protest.

"Life's not fair, Rachel. You're going to learn that in times ahead. You're going to Clarion Academy, I'll have Jules Albert go pack your bags."

"I can do it myself. I'm not a kid anymore,"

I march back up the stairs and open my diary.

Dear diary,

This may be the last time I write in you before I head off to Clarion Academy, this stupid finishing school for girls. I'm hoping that Dad will change his mind, but he never does. I need some time to myself, maybe I can explain my troubles after.

I shut the diary and lock it. I then walk over to the art studio. Dad's company did well, so he gave me a whole floor to myself. Most of its empty, I don't need all of this. I'd rather give it to someone else, so I hardly use any of it.

I grab a blank canvas and start painting. I have no idea what I'm doing, it's just happening. When I'm done I look at it. I had painted a young boy, with sandy blonde hair. He had bright blue eyes. He held an apple in his hand, and looked scared. I saw the outline of a faint scar over his eye, still bloody. I looked at it confused, I never drew humans. But something gave me the overwhelming feeling that it was important.

I took it up to my room, and hid it under the bed.