"Wake up," a voice whines as hands shake me awake. When I open my eyes, I am greeted with Bobby staring straight at me. I freak out for a second or two, his face is that scarey, and then push him off my bed.

"You little creep, what on Earth are you doing in my bedroom?"

My voice is still slurring a little from sleep, but I glare at Bobby, demanding an answer. He looks at me once and then flies out of my room, hopefully out of the house. Although I love the idiot, both he and his brother are annoying little monsters.

I look at the clock and sigh. It is nine in the morning, way too late for me to be waking up. Luckily, I have an excuse. The plane I was on didn't land until late, and there was no way I was going to sleep on the plane. While I don't hate flying, I don't like the thought of waking up while plummeting to my death.

I don't get changed before I go down stairs, I don't even brush my hair. I am to hungry to think right now, having not been able to eat anything during the flight. I don't trust food that is made or kept on a plane.

When I walk downstairs, past all of Dad's pictures of old war planes, I hear Susan yell, "Bobby, Matthew, what did I tell you about not eating pizza for breakfast? That is right, not to do it!"

I snicker, even though I have to agree with Susan about not eating pizza for breakfast. Really, I don't think it should be eaten for any meal. Pizza is gross.

I walk into the kitchen, and notice that Bobby and Matthew are still eating their pizza. Susan looks as if she is ready to blow. Dad, of course, is nowhere to be seen. He is probably in his office, like always.

Susan spots me, and she forces a smile. The twins, however, look at me and laugh. I know I look like a zombie. I even feel like a zombie. Which is to say, hungry.

"Annabeth, how was your flight?" Susan asks, her voice tight.

I think of not responding, but that would be rude. So I tell Susan that my flight was fine, which is a half truth. I am really sick of talking or thinking of that stupid flight. Susan drops the conversation. I get myself a bowl of Lucky Charms. When I sit down, Bobby and Matthew look at me like I am crazy.

"What on Earth-"

"Are you doing?"

I look at them, wondering why they think I am crazy this time. I answer their question with a simple, "Eating."

They start doing the freaky twin talking thing again, something that Connor and Travis Stoll do, who aren't even twins and go to my school.

"Why are you eating that-" Signal pointing to my cereal.

"When you could this?" Signal pointing at their pizza.

I roll my eyes at them and say, "Pizza is gross."

They look at me as if I just said their child was ugly, which maybe I kind-of did. Pizza is like a child to them. A child they cherish and then eat. Okay, maybe comparing Pizza and children isn't a great idea.

I finish eating and then wash my bow. After that, I start to head up stairs, but then I hear someone from down the beach scream, "PERCY!"

I stop because I am startled, and look over my shoulder into the kitchen. Susan looks at me and explains, "Something is going on over there. Family reunion, I think. They got there a day ago and haven't stopped yelling ever since."

I raise an eyebrow, but leave when the twins start fighting. I head upstairs and into my bedroom, but I don't get dress. Instead, I walk over to my bookshelf and grab a book at random. I have already read all the books that I own, but I need something to do. I curl up on my bed and open The Demon King.

I don't really get into the reading, because my mind is elsewhere. I don't know what I am going to do for the whole summer. I haven't really made any friends over the summers that I have been here, but now I wish I had. Or at least I wish that Thalia didn't have to be at some stupid family reunion and could have come with me.

I am about to get ready to talk a shower when I hear someone scream, "THALIA! STOP, OR ELSE I WILL ALLOW BLACKJACK TO GO ALL NINJA ON YOU!"

I freeze, wondering if I lost my mind. But I know I heard Thalia's name. Throwing on the first clothes I see, which is an orange T-shirt, shorts, and flip flops, I run downstairs. I don't even brush my hair before I put it up in a pony while running to the front door.

I am out in no time, and start running down the beach. But I stop myself. If it isn't really Thalia, my best friend Thalia, then it would be super awkward running down the beach like a mad women. Instead of running, I walk. My flip flops kick up sand and I look down, pretending to be really interested in the sand.

If Thalia really is here, I am going to kick her butt. Why wouldn't she tell me her family reunion was going to be right next to my house? Oh yes, she is going to get a major butt whipping. I walk a little bit faster, and before I can stop, I run into something.

I almost fall on my butt, and am glad I didn't when I look up. Because I didn't run into something, but rather someone. I almost die of embarrassment when I notice him turn around, a look of surprise on his face. His eyes, which are sea-green, widen comically. Before I know it, we are both apologizing. And that makes it so much more embarrassing.

I wonder who she could have run into...Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh my, I am so funny. Of course you all know it is P-Nobody! HAhahahahahahahaha! Get it? NOBODY!