DiSCLaiMeR: Yas, you guessed right, all adults belong to the amazing Rick Riordan.

A/N: IKR! I updated! School started, and soccer started, and I haven't had as much time to write, but anyone who has me reading their stories I still read them from my phone I just don't always review! I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long but I'll start trying better. I'm just that lazy. But I promise I haven't forgotten you amaZhang people. "Who pooped on her ambrosia?" Magnus asked into the silence after Denim ran out the door.

Brittany rolled her unnaturally blue eyes. I could understand why Denim had run out the door. "I don't know, maybe she couldn't stand the presence of my awesomeness!" She winked at Magnus and I could tell she actually liked my brother. It was like she'd been handed a case of makeup and wasn't sure how to apply it. She wanted it, but didn't know how to use it. Magnus glanced at her, unsure of what to do.

All my instincts screamed: DUMP 'ER. DUMP. HER. But that was just me.

I rolled my eyes at the clueless couple and went to my room. My room smelled like the sea. Well, the whole house did, but more faint because so many people went through our house. Uncle Jason with his oncoming storm scent, Aunt Piper with her rose scent, Uncle Frank's cedar wood smell (it's what his bow was made of), and Aunt Hazel's sunflower scent, Uncle Leo had a smell of grease and metal, and I loved it. It meant he worked and fixed things, and he didn't stop on a project until he was done with it. Uncle Nico had a smell of night (somehow), and Aunt Reyna smelled like smoke. My room is blue-grey, with white accents. In the corner is my bed, but the main focus point is the window. It curved out and there were cushions on top of bookshelves. That was where I would read.

I walked over to my bed and picked up my iPhone. Uncle Leo had made me a chip that I had to plug into it and then monsters couldn't find me. When the Zhang's had decided to get me a phone for music, they had consulted Uncle Leo and asked if he could make something so monsters couldn't sense the signal the signal phones sent up.

I put the chip into the phone and turned Bluetooth on. The radio made a PLINK sound and I picked out a playlist, ID, M5, & FOB. "Centuries" began playing and images of my parents played into my thoughts. I missed Mom….

"Annabeth!" Dad was exasperated at this point. "You can't make your life revolve around work! You wanted something permanent!"

"Dreams change, Percy!" Mom shot back.

"That's one that shouldn't. You have something to build on; you're just being too lazy to build it. You're scared it's going to get torn down. Aren't you?" Dad's eyes were soft and I wanted to run away. My parents had been to Tartarus and back, and they were fighting over this?

Mom buried her face in her hands. "Gods, yes, I'm scared, Percy. I'm terrified. I'm scared I'm gonna lose everything! It'll all be lost at the flick of a switch. Gods, I'm beyond terrified!" She looked up and tears were streaming down her face.

"Annabeth…." Dad opened his arms and Mom fell into them gratefully. I backed away slowly from my trembling parents. I ran upstairs and turned on music. Anything, distract me from the pain of seeing my parents fight. I hadn't played the song "Centuries" in a year. Exactly. I realized the song was over. "She Will Be Loved" blared through the speakers and threw me in another flashback.

"Look at the stars." Her voice was gentle. My head was rested on her shoulder. Blonde and black hair met on the grass. "Each of them tells a story. We should have a star. The North Star. Whenever you need me, look at that star. If I look at that star too, you'll feel my thoughts. You'll know what I'm thinking. You can look at that star and know I'm here for you." Tears pricked at my eyes. Why was my sister so good to me? I was far from the perfect little sister. We argued so much, yet she always came back for me. She was like a dog with no where else to go, and it knew this was where it would serve its purpose best.

Why on earth, why in Hades, why in Olympus, is she the perfect sister?

"Because you're my little sister. If you're going to think about that, look at a different star. And seriously, compare me to something else than a dog." She whispered, her breath tickling my ear. I let out a soft giggle and she wrapped her arm around me protectively.

"To make ya feel my love…." She sang. I looked over at her. My sister hit the jackpot in the gene pool. Long, black hair that swept over so she always had to pull it over to the side, pale freckles on a California tan, California model build, sea green eyes swirled with grey, rosy cheeks, a perfect nose, soft-looking (I wouldn't know if they're really soft, that's gross) lips, just generally down-right sexy. I don't think it's safe to think f my sister that way….

What?

She looked over at me and smiled. A perfect smile. She picked me up and carried me into a tent. Mom and Dad had decided to let Denim and I sleep outside for the night. She tucked me in to a sleeping bag and kissed the top of my head.

"G'night, shortie," she went outside and I heard gentle murmuring and I realized she was on the phone calling someone.

"I don't understand why you have to go out with some Dionysusgirl…. Just give me a chance, Aaron…. Please, who's told you everything, listened to all the schist you have going on in your life, actually talked to you about it?" Her voice paused a moment and I realized I shouldn't be listening to her conversation. "Who's been here for you for five years? Me, Aaron, me! And you can't even give me a chance?" Her voice was rising and growing tighter, holding back tears and sobs. I heard a masculine voice shouting on the other end of the phone.

"Gods, Denim, I just don't want you-"

"Oh. I see."

"No, gods, Denim, I'm so sorry-"

"Save it for your next breakup because I don't want to hear your load of schist excuse because you did some damage."

"GODS DENIM IT JUST CAME OUT WRONG!" He yelled.

"I. DON'T. GIVE. A. SCHIST, AARON. IT'S YOUR OWN DAMN FAULT YOU, INSENSITIVE JERK!" That was the dirtiest my sister had ever talked. There was worse in this world, but at age eleven 'schist' and 'damn' weren't some words on the driveway. I heard shattering and low thump. She ripped the tent open and she crawled into her sleeping bag.

"Join the Huntresses someday, Bianca. Never fall in love." She sniffled and I rolled over, away from her, knowing she would want no comfort.