A/N: Whassup y'all? All character's previously mentioned are in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. I do not own This Is How We Do It by Montell Jordan. I do own Q and Nikki. They have no couple name, because it would be quickie, and I'm not okay with that.

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Annabeth's POV.

I woke up and stretched…and realized that I wasn't in my cabin. I was in what looked like a basement. I immediately reached for my knife, only to discover that I wasn't in my normal clothes. I was in a dirty, patchwork rag of a dress. My blond hair was dirty and had something black in it. It smelled like ashes. I looked almost like…

"CINDERELLA!" I jumped as someone yelled from upstairs. "Get in here!" I walked up the stairs and saw three of the ugliest people I'd ever laid eyes on. The younger two were a bit lumpy looking, but they were dressed in fine clothes. The third was clearly older. While she had a slight elegance around her, she had such an air of evil that I couldn't quite call it beauty. They were my evil step family.

My only thought was you can't be serious. Gods, why Cinderella? Isn't there someone slightly more…empowering? I was brought out of my own thoughts when the old crow started yelling again. If I ever get a knife here, she dies first.

"Cinderella! Now that you've finally gotten your lazy butt out of bed, you can make yourself useful!"

" I'm lazy?" I yelled back. " Trick, I wish I could-"

"DO NOT INTERUPT ME! Now we have a ball to go to tonight, so you need to iron our dresses, draw our baths, paint our nails and fix our hair. You can start with your sisters." She finished with a smirk. I was about to protest with words I'm sure innocent little Cinderella didn't even know when I thought twice. There was SO much more I could do working for them.

So, by time they were ready to go, their dresses were about 80 burnt, they were scalded with bathwater, their nails were bare, their hands were painted, and their hair was hopelessly tangled.

I was happy.

When they left I realized why Cindy (I decided that she deserved a nickname for putting up with that family) wanted to go to the ball so badly. There wasn't a book in the house! There was nothing else to do! "Alright," I mumbled, "How do you do this…" I started to force out fake tears so the stupid pixie-fairy lady would show up.

I started to see gold glitter. A woman materialized in front of me. She was wearing a tight gold dress and her crimped hair was in an up-do. Despite the outfit, she looked suspiciously like…

"Nikki?" I asked hesitantly.

"Hey! Who took my clothes? I don't have a problem with these, but I like my outfits!" she said. Then she looked up and noticed what I looked like. She began laughing. "They made you CINDERELLA?! Gods, what did you do to deserve that?" She continued laughing, and I glared at her.

"I don't know, but I'm bored. Just do what you have to so that I can go to that party." I grumbled.

"Yea, sure. Um…I think I just flick this wand around…" As she moved the wand, a pumpkin turned into a golden carriage, mice into horses, and my rags into a big puffy blue dress. We were not happy.

"What?" Nikki exploded. "I'm supposed to have magical powers or something, and all I get is a big pumpkin, a bunch of rats and a giant blue cotton ball? Forget that! I'll do this my way!" All of a sudden her dress turned into jeans and a gold shirt with a cropped bomber jacket. She also had designer sunglasses as she broke into her version of "This is How We Do It". As she did, the carriage turned into a sleek black Lamborghini with gold interior, and my dress became a knee-length, baby blue dress. It was tight and strapless at the top. There was a white belt at the waist, where the dress became looser. The glass slippers became blue stilettos with white accents. My hair, previously straightened and falling around my face, was now curly and in a messy bun with bangs falling down.

"Um…wow." That was all I could say.

"Well, that's how I do what I do when I do what I do! Now, you have to be in by 12."

"Its already 11!"

"For real?" she asked, shocked. "Shoot, I'll give you 'til two! Go get yourself a man!"

I got into the car, and told the driver where I was going. He said simply, "I'm not stupid. I know what's up!"

"Q?!" I asked

"Yea, I can dream, too. I just had to be a driver. Anyway, I'm going to leave and come back. I don't want you and Prince Percy making out in my car."

In a few minutes I was at the ball. I walked in and, after realizing that EVERYONE was dressed formally except me (thanks a lot Nikki and Montell Jordan), saw the prince. Since I wasn't about to waste my 3 hours on anyone less than amazing, I walked straight up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. I was shocked by who turned around.

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But you won't be, so I may as well say it. It was Percy! Yes, Q had cursed me and now my Prince Charming had to be Percy. Since he'd already figured out why he was here, we just talked and occasionally danced. I blushed a little when I found myself thinking about how he was such a good dancer, but I was really comfortable with him. My stepmother saw me. She somehow couldn't figure out who I was, so I went ahead and announced my presence. At 12, Percy looked a bit sad, so I figured that it was only right to let him know that I had until two o'clock.

The rest of the time was great. Leading up to two, things started to get a little bit more romantic. Then at 1:59, as we were about to kiss, the world around us started to fade. And not in a romantic way. The dream was shifting…changing into something else. As we drifted into another world, I heard Percy scream, "WHY?!"

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A/N: Next dream world…I'm not sure about. She might have to wake up for a bit. Review!