So, here's chapter two.

Sorry I haven't updated. I got grounded for a couple of days with no computer and I was planning to update yesterday, but I discovered NFL quickhit, which is so addictive. I know it's no excuse, but i'm sorry.

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Chapter 2

Lights flashing on and off. People cheering, bouncing up and down to music. I walk out onto stage with a mic in my hand, and people scream louder. I raise my arms, pumping the crowd. I shout something, and they get louder. The music stops for a second, and I open my mouth to sing.

'Perce. Yo Perce, what you doing man' said someone as they shook me. 'Falling asleep at your own get out of jail party'. I focused my eyes, and saw Grover standing there, beer bottle in one hand, the other wrapped around some piece of skirts waste. I quickly shook myself off and got off the sofa I had fallen asleep on. I had a killer headache, which told me I had been drinking earlier on in the night, although I couldn't remember what had happened. The only thing I could remember was that dream. You know, the one I just had. The one about the concert in Chicago which I held before I got cocked up. I really only remembered that concert because that was the one where I got in the shit. As I was thinking, I heard a groan from the sofa, and I saw a hot college aged brunette lying there with a rug over her bottom half, but from her stomach up she was completely bare and her breasts were on show. I looked down at myself and found myself only in boxers. I blushed slightly, but hey, I'd found myself in more awkward situations before. I excused myself and went into my room to get changed. I pulled on a random pair of jeans, opened up the French windows and went outside to stand on the balcony. I stood there for a few minutes, watching the cars go back and forth, basking in the warm neon glow of night time New York, while the mild, fresh night air came in, and replacing the smoke that filled the room. Obviously someone had been smoking, or worse, so I let the smoke clear out. I wanted to leave drugs and violence alone. Behind me, I heard the door click open and then shut, before a guy walked over me.

'Hey, good to see ya again Marsh' The guy said, and I recognized his voice as that of Charles Beckendorf, a big black guy, who was a low level rapper and one of the hard men, but higher up than most guys in the gang.

'Alright Beckendorf' I said grinning at him, before fist pumping him. 'Long time no see, eh'

'Only cause you were in our glorious countries brilliant prison system for four months, Perce' he said.

'Yeah, yeah' I said, dismissing his jokey manner quickly.

'So, I uh, heard that you've been enlisted into a public school' Beckendorf stated.

'Yeah, I have. That's what I'm out here for. Y'know, thinking about it' I said, sighing. 'I can't help but feel that it might be a mistake, going to a public school'.

'I know what you mean, and you'll have it worse as you're famous, but honestly, it's not that bad for me, and I go to a slightly… more posh school than you because my parents are like, well off, or some shit like that, and I fit in quite well. Anyway, I think it'll be easier than you think it'll be. And, don't forget, you'll have Grover there as well'.

'Yeah, thanks man'.

'It's okay. Now, you don't want to be missing out on your own get out of jail party, do you?' he smirked. I nodded and followed him out, but not before I pulled on a random t-shirt. And I know what you're saying. Don't I have a reputation to uphold, so I need to look cool, so I shouldn't be putting on a random t-shirt? Well, let me tell you something. All my clothes are cool, so it doesn't really matter what I wear.

Dancing up, down, up, down, throw your hands in the air, keep on jumping. That was pretty much all I did for the next hour, and I politely declined all attempts to get me to rap (politely decline as saying "fuck no, you assholes, I'm giving that up"). I remember drinking some more, and catching up with other members of my crew, finding out what had happened in my leave. Apparently, one massive fight in Brooklyn and a couple of smaller fights in Manhattan had seen fifty per cent of the gang end up in jail, although thankfully most senior gang members had managed to keep out of trouble. Although it was a great party, and thrown for me, I had to leave quite early as I had school tomorrow, so I set out walking drunkenly to my Moms apartment. I got back at like, two in the morning, managed to get to the toilet, puke, before passing out onto my bed.

'Percy. Percy get up' my Mom shouted. I groaned but sleepily opened my eyes. I could barely see as the sunlight got into my eyes, but there was a quick knock on the door before my Mom walked in. 'Percy, you'll be late for school'.

'Okay, I'm getting up' I said, as I got up, and then did what every kid my age does. Get changed, eat breakfast, brush my teeth and then wait for ten minutes for Paul to come out. Then, when my Mom asks me why I'm still here, tell her I'm waiting for my English teacher (I hope) and stepdad, only to be told he's already gone ahead. So I had to leg it out of the room, before walking quickly to school. While I was walking, I couldn't help wondering what my first day of school would be like.

So that was chapter 2. Did you like it.

Um... I don't know whether this should be just from Percy's point of view, or whether it should be from Annabeth's point of view, so can you please let me know what you think.

Please review, it brightens up my day blah blah blah...

Tom