Thank you for those who reviewed. I'll add songs later in the book. So, I may ask for reviews on both story and song. Also, no violent hippies from here forth. Annabeth was for a reason. On with the story.

Annabeth's father

I stared out the door, where my daughter walked out not even thirty minutes ago. I can't believe she did that to me. I never though in my life that she would do that. The pride and joy of my first, relationship really, just left me. And the only thing my wife did was just laughs. Laughing like it's all just a big joke to her.

"Good riddance. You don't need that earth loving hippie. You need regular children. Ones who respect their father, who don't talk back, who dose before asking." I turned to look at her with horror at what she said, and it was then that I realized how right Annabeth was. She really is a pain in the ass. And me, I was to much of an overbearing father to even notice. Now I know what must be done if I want my beloved daughter back.

"If I do, it's not with you. I was blind to see what you really are. You made fun of and abused my only child. I don't even for how long either. This relationship is over." She looked at me, mouth open before marching up to me, and slapping me across the face. Good, a mark to show the police. Once she was gone, I called the police.

"I'd like to call for a missing child, and domestic abuse." My wife will be in jail, and I may have my daughter back in my home. Where I need her. She reminds me so much of her mother. Her real mother.

Percy

I layed in bed for a few hours, unable to sleep. Something was bothering me, and I don't know what. Maybe I'm just having a hard time relaxing. I got up, and made some warm milk and turned on the news. That always put me to sleep. After five minutes, I was almost asleep. Then, a headline popped up.

"And now we go to the Chases residence, where professor Chase has called police after his daughter, 17-year-old Annabeth Chase, ran away, and after his wife struck him in the face. " Oh boy, not again.

"My wife and daughter got into a little fight, and I tried to reason with her. She had it and ran. And my wife dissed her, and I told her it's over. And she struck me in the face. It was after she left that I called the cops." This is what makes me disappointed in life.

"She didn't leave without a fight though. apparently, my ex abused her for, I guess years. And I admit that she showed me the bruises, but I thought they were playing. And before she left, gave her a swift one two in the jaw."

"The young teenager could be anywhere in the Orland Maine area, so residents are to be on the look out. This could easily turn into a manhunt, or a search for a body, and a serial killer."

I had it, and turned off the t.v. I went into the back room, that was filled with acoustic guitars. There, I pulled out some paper, and started to write a new song, Change the world. The world has changed since my father, Poseidon, was born. And I want those changes to stop. Progress, change in government, and racism. I hate all those things with a passion. But I hate racism even more. Ok, it's a tie with that and the government. Both just need to vanish. I was about half way done when I hear a knock at the door.

Annabeth

When I left the house, the ran through the woods. Mile after mile. Good thing I ran cross-country. However, it started to lightly rain. And around here, that means that it's going to pour. And soon. I looked for a shelter, and found a cabin in the distance. I hoped there was someone there, because I am not spending my night under the highway with hobo's. Even though they share fantastic story's. Once the ten minute walk was over, I knocked on the cabin. I waited a minute before knocking again. If there is no answer, then I better be on my way. After thirty seconds after the second knock, the door opened.

"Who's there?" A young voice asked. I was prepared for that question. My brain never stops working. So, when I was running, I came up with a believable story. Well, I hope it was believable.

"A young musician looking for shelter form the upcoming down pour sir." I answered. Not a lie, but also not the truth. If I tell him my real name, then he may turn me in. And it will pour soon, just wait and watch. He stepped out into the night, and through the light on the porch, I saw that the man was Percy Jackson! I knew I was on the news, but I didn't know if he saw a picture or not. Apparently not.

"Come right in miss."

More later. I will put up Tomorrow, Today, and Change the world soon, depending on reviews. R&R please!