Chapter 2
Mindy's POV

Dear daddy,
I found everything- the letters and pictures. They were all hiding in a box under your bed. I didn't know what to think when I read them- or at least what I read before Marcus caught me in your room. He got so mad when he saw me reading the letters, the letters that told me everything. I don't believe everything in those letters. How could you just not be my daddy? The letters don't make sense. I know you are my daddy. The letters lie, they're fake, aren't they?
Marcus doesn't want to talk to me about what I read in letters. He says I'm not ready or old enough for everything I need to hear about my real parents. I beg him to tell me, but still, he won't. So I've decided to look for Annabeth.
Instead of going to school every day like Marcus tells me, I skip school, and search for her (don't worry, I'm still keeping up with my training, too). I haven't found anything yet, but I have found out how to hack into my school's server and make it look like I have perfect attendance (kittykatforever = terrible password). I'm glad you taught me so much about that stuff, it's helping me find my sister.
-Mindy-

I put down my pen and journal just as Marcus calls my name from down in the kitchen.
"Mindy, breakfast is ready!"
I cross my arms as I walk into the kitchen, a big scowl on my face. Marcus looks at me with a half sad, half mad expression. I take my place at the breakfast table, avoiding his eyes, focusing only on my bowl of cereal that sits in front of me. I play with the spoon in my bowl a little, not really hungry, waiting for him to talk.
"Min, you're not ready to find out everything that your daddy wanted you to know. You're only five, you wouldn't be able to understand." Marcus finally says. I ignore him. If he won't tell me, then maybe I just won't talk to him. "Say something Min."
"Understand what!?" I yell. "That I'm a demi-god. My daddy isn't my real daddy and I have a sister! I think I fucking understand you douche bag!"
Marcus looks shocked, different expressions playing out on his face. I instantly feel bad after saying what I did, but I don't apologize. I'm right about this, I deserve to know, don't I? Daddy would want me to know.
"Where did you learn those words, young lady?!" He exclaims.
"Daddy taught me." I say proudly, smiling.
Marcus scowls. "Well, I don't want you using them in my house. I know the way your daddy raised you was highly unusual and all, but someone your age shouldn't be talking that way."
We don't really say anything after that. Marcus sighs after a long period of silence and just says, "Come on, we gotta take you to school."
I grab my backpack (which isn't filled with school supplies but with my laptop, a map, a notebook, and a knife) and follow Marcus to the car. When I get to school I walk into the school and wait for Marcus to leave. When he does, I grab my notebook out of my bag and read through my notes as I walk to the park.

List of Annabeth's in New York
Annabeth Addams
Annabeth Chase
Annabeth Johnson
Annabeth Moreno
Annabeth Smith
List of Annabeth's born on June 27th
Annabeth Chase
Annabeth Johnson
Annabeth Smith
List of Annabeth's, Age 5 as of September 1st
Annabeth Chase
Annabeth Johnson

My notebook falls to the ground as a body collides with mine. I fall to the floor and scrape my arm. "What the fuck!?" I exclaim, yelling at the boy I ran into. He has blonde hair that is styled into an afro with blue eyes. He looks like a fucking fuzzy haired Harry Potter.
"Sorry," he says helping me up and handing me my notebook. "I'm Dave," he says holding out his hand.
"Well Dave, you can go fuck yourself because I'm busy so get the hell away from me you creepy pedophile," I say as I walk past him.
I hear him following me and I'm tempted to bring out the knife and stab this annoying bastard. It would be good training for me.
"I think you dropped your knife." He says. I turn around and take the knife from his hands. "Um...thanks." I mutter.
I start walking away from him. "I gotta go." Is all I say. But still, Harry Potter guy follows me.
I ignore him until I reach the park. I sit down on the bench and he sits next to me. "Shouldn't you be at school?" he asks.
"Shouldn't you mind your own god damn business?" I reply, pulling out my laptop.
"Sorry, its just, I'm supposed to be at school too," he says.
"Okay well if you don't mind I would like to be alone, so go away before I slit your throat," I threaten.
I hear him laugh a little. "What?!" I exclaim. He looks startled.
"Well, I'm sorry. I've just never heard a little girl cuss before and threaten to slit someone's throat." He says, his smile not fading.
I scowl at him. "Well fuck you, I'm not little, I'm five!"
He only laughs more. I sigh. "You are such a dick," I mutter.
"So what are you doing? Why did you ditch?" he asks.
I sigh, debating whether to tell him or not. I eventually decide to trust him which was probably a mistake but I needed to get it all out. "Well, my daddy died and I found a box under his bed. It had a bunch of letters and pictures. Turns out the little girl in the pictures is my sister and my mom is a goddess and my daddy isn't actually my daddy. So now I'm trying to find her."
"Wow." Is all the douche can manage to say.
"Oh my god!" I gasp as I meet the eyes of a small girl. She has curly blonde hair and grey eyes and I immediately know who she is.
Annabeth.

Annabeth's POV (earlier that morning)
I sigh as I finish eating my breakfast. I tried to talk to daddy about Mindy, but he had to leave as soon as I mentioned her name. I run to my room and pull my hair into pigtails and put on a shirt that has a picture of an owl on it. I put on my jeans and rush to the bathroom. As I brush my teeth I find another loose tooth which makes me smile. I had just lost my two front teeth and I couldn't wait to get my big girl teeth.
I grab my backpack (which is filled with books) and leave the house, without saying goodbye to my pregnant stepmother. As I walk down the sidewalk I kick a pebble. I don't feel like going to school today. I need to think about the new information I found in my dream. I already know mommy is a goddess and that I'm a demi-god. I also know that demi-god dreams are real so it must mean that Mindy is real. But who is Mindy? Sure, she's real, but I have no idea who she is or why she was in my dream. I think over what I do know about her, pulling out a notebook and pen from my backpack.

What I know about Mindy
She has curly blonde hair (like me) and green eyes
She's my age
She was one of the babies from daddy's story
She was the baby that got taken by the man
She's actually real
Daddy doesn't want me to know about her

What I don't know about her (and need to find out)
Why she's so important to me
Why daddy freaks out when I say her name
Where she is (I know she lives in New York like me, but WHERE?)
How to find her

I play with the pen in my hand, knowing that for some reason, I HAVE to find her. She's important, after all. She came to me in a dream. That must mean something. If only I knew more about her, like a last name, or the name of the man that took her, but I know next to nothing about this girl. What does it matter if her eyes are green and her hair is blonde? I need real information.
I decide to go to the park, the place I save only for when I'm really sad, really mad, or need to think. Today, I really need to think about this Mindy girl. I plunk down underneath a tree and lean against the trunk, closing my eyes and trying to picture the girl again.
Behind my closed eyes, I can see her again, those bright green eyes, the blonde hair like mine. This time, I see her in a park. No, in this park. Talking to a boy.
Wait didn't daddy loose her in a park? My eyes flutter open and I realize that its her. Right in front of me on a park bench. I meet her eyes and she meets mine.
Found her.