Sorry for not updating in forever. I use my school laptop and they blocked fanfiction. No worries, I got it back. Obviously. Anyway here is the way overdue Chapter 4.

Eva's POV

The pain was intense. A blinding flare of white-hot fire raced through my body, it pinged against every nerve I had. Luckily, it was over quickly. When I could see again I noticed everyone was staring at me. "What?"

Annabeth spoke first, "You passed out and look at your arm Eva."

With my pulse racing I looked at my arm. I was expecting it to be horribly mutilated or something. What I got was a tattoo. It was completely black and looked like flames winding up my arm. It wrapped around my entire arm, from wrist to shoulder. I should have been terrified, but in truth I was worried about what my parents would say. Pretty soon I realized that everyone was expecting me to say something, so I said the first thing that came to mind, "Well this is new."

"That's it? That's all you say?" said a skinny blond Roman with a sneer.

"Would you rather have me pass out again? Cause I can if you want me to, I do it all the time. Or do you want me to freak out and have a panic attack; I'm sufficient in those too. Oh I get it! You want me to punch people, right? I suppose you are volunteering yourself then?" I retort. Usually I got along with everyone, but this kid just really pissed me off.

The kids' mouth opens and closes a few times before he turns on his heel and walks away. A few people snicker, and Percy, Jason, and Reyna are grinning.

"Eva, can you follow me." Said Percy after he stops smiling.

"Am I in trouble? If it's because of the whole light show thing, I swear I didn't mean to."

Percy smiles and says, "No, I just need to talk to you."

I cast one last look at the assembled group of teenagers, get up, and then turn to Percy, "Coming."

Percy POV

After walking for a few minutes we stopped behind the school.

"Okay, so why exactly did you take me back here?"

"Eva… You've learned about the Greek gods before, right?"

"Yeah, in sixth grade. Why?"

I hate this part. The anticipation, the nervousness, and the hope that they don't think I'm insane. I've seen it all, "The gods are still around. And sometimes, when they get bored, they have kids with mortals. The offspring are known as demigods or half bloods. I am one off the demigods; everyone on that lawn is a demigod. You are a demigod." I pause and wait for her reaction.

"Okay… so one of my parents is a god?"

"You're taking this awfully well."

"Well, I guess it makes sense. It kind of explains all the weird stuff that I have seen today. So I guess I understand. Who is my parent?"

"I don't know yet. You'll probably be claimed when we get to camp. Are you missing one parent, or is one of them not your actual parent?"

"My dad. My mom had me then remarried."

"Then your dad is the god."

"Wait a minute. A few seconds ago you said 'when we get to camp', am I going somewhere?"

I flinch. "Um, yeah?"

"Where?"

She doesn't sound sad, Eva sounds more eager than anything else. "Long Island, New York."

Eva looks ecstatic. Her eyes are wide with excitement and she is bouncing on her heels. "When do we leave?"

"Well we should probably go to your house, so you can pack, and after that we can leave."

"Let's go! I want to get out of this hellhole as soon as possible."

I frown, "What do you mean?"

She grimaces and then says, "Well, my home life is kind of messed up. My younger half-sister, Giselle, gets all the attention. She is in this fancy music school and will probably be famous one day. And then there is me. I'm the bastard child with dyslexia and ADHD, not to mention the syncopy and frequent panic attacks. I'm a no good, worthless mess in their eyes. I'm ready for a change. I'm ready for a place where I'm like everybody else and I fit in."

During Eva's speech I secretly glance at her exposed wrists, checking for scars. I find none.

"Hey Percy, you won't see any scars. I'm terrified of blood and I made a promise to myself a long time ago that I would never cut. Don't worry, I'm strong." And then she smiles. I can't help smile back. Eva just warms you. She is such a strong, brave person that you can't help but smile around her. I throw my arm around her shoulders and begin to steer her back to the Romans. Eva flinches and pulls away. "Sorry but um… what about Annabeth? Isn't she your girlfriend?"

I laugh and say, "Don't worry I'm not making a move. I love Annabeth. I just am beginning to see you as a little sister."

Eva sighs in relief. "Good, I was worried for a second."

A sudden thought hits me as we are walking, "Hey Eva how old are you?"

"I've been 14 since November 30."

She isn't too late then. I smile, "Cool, lets get back to the others so we can get out of San Francisco."

"I'd like that very much. Shall we?" Eva gives me her elbow, when I take it she begins to skip back to everyone else.

Eva's POV

Annabeth, Percy, and Piper escort me back to my house. Jason had to go back to his camp. Not the same one as I was going to apparently.

My house was a huge brownstone with white trim and a bright red door.

My bike was lying in the front yard in the middle of my mom's garden. Don't get me wrong. I like plants. But my mom is a bitch who loves her garden. So I destroyed it. Whoo…

I lead the three of them to my door. Piper had leant me her jacket, just to be safe. My mom was the one who answered the door.

She fake smiles and says, "Eva, darling. Welcome home! How was the dance?"

"Fine"

Annabeth speaks up, "May we come in Mrs. Parker? It is quite cold out here."

"Of course" she drawls.

"Madame" says Piper "Eva has qualified for an educational trip to New York. We would love to have her on board."

Mother purses her lips, "When do you leave?"

"Immediately." Percy announces.

She smiles, "Eva can go. On one condition."

"Name it."

"That this is free."

"All expenses paid." Piper looks like she wants to strangle mom, but she manages to hold herself back.

Mother turns to me, "Go pack, the adults are going to talk down here."

"Yes, Mother."

When she turns around I stick my tongue out at her and mime kicking her in the shins. It makes me feel better, like the therapy sessions I used to have.

I make it to my room and look at it. The cold gray walls and my enormous bed with the red sheets and my favorite spot in the whole room, my white stained bookshelf and the nook where I read. Most of the room was my mom's idea, not the bookshelf, which is all mine. I have dyslexia and it was really bad for a while, but I got over it because I loved reading so much. I read everything and even volunteered in class. I messed up a lot and the other kids would laugh and yet I never gave up. The insults rolled right off me. But then my best friend, my grandfather, and my dog all died within months of each other. It sent me into depression. That's when the therapy and the meds started. It sucked, a lot. But I dealt with it and came out of it stronger than ever before. Then the worst thing possible happened, I moved. Across the country and I was my mom's idea. She didn't even use the better job excuse; she said it was because she wanted to. What about me! Your depressed daughter!

I shake myself out of my thoughts and begin to pack. I grab my brown suitcase and shove three pairs of tight, blue, skinny jeans into it. Then I grab a dark gray sweatshirt and put that in. My black converse and few headbands find their way in. And lastly, a flowy black top is carefully folded and placed in the suitcase. I loved that top. I randomly found it on my front porch during my 13th birthday party. It was from my dad, my real one. The god. Wow…

Quickly I grab my denim messenger bag and place a few books in it. My favorites.

I change into blue jeggings and a red tank top. I don't have time to brush my hair so I put it in a quick braid. My favorite gray coat and black combat boots complete my ensemble (A/N: Probably spelled that wrong…).

I race downstairs to save the demigods from the clutches of my evil mother.

When I arrive I can clearly see relief on all the demigods faces.

"Well thank you Mrs. Parker for the lovely discussion on bloomers of the 18th century. But Eva has arrived and it is time for us to depart." Annabeth concluded.

Mother turns to look at me, "Good-bye Eva. I will count down the hours until your return."

"Sure you will, bitch." I mumble under my breath.

"Let's go Eva. Don't want to miss the bus." Piper ushers me out the door with Percy and Annabeth on our heels.

"Gods she was awful." Percy declares.

"You summed it up perfectly Seaweed Brain."

"So how are we getting to New York?" I ask.

Annabeth is the one to respond, "While the lovely conversation with your mother was happening I 'went to the bathroom' and IMed Butch. He should be here soon with the chariot."

"We are taking a chariot across the country?"

Piper laughs, "It's a flying chariot that is extremely fast and can get us to Long Island in minutes."

I can feel my eyes widen, "Really?"

"Oh yeah, and there it is now."

I look up, and sure enough a chariot with flying horses is descending from the sky. It soon lands in front of us and the guy inside the chariot turns to us, "If you're going to camp get in. I want to get going."

I step into the chariot slowly, not wanting to fall. Piper, Percy, and Annabeth climb in a lot faster than I did. And as soon as Annabeth is securely in the chariot, Butch flicks the reigns and we take to the sky.

Wow that was long…

It was for me okay!

Anyway in this chapter we learn a bit more about Eva. Unfortunately not all of what happened to her is fiction. A lot of her story is pulled from my life. My best friend didn't die but they did move across the country. I never moved and I have not gotten over my depression yet. So yeah…

Also, my family is very supportive and they love me very much.

That's about it! See you guys next time.

Peace Out, orangeowl13