Hey, guys! I'm back. And sorry about the whole thing with Miranda's age. She is 5 years old. Sorry about that. And I hope you guys aren't confused about me changing my penname. It used to be egyptianprincess00, but now it is GreekGoddess00.

Percy's POV:

***6 months after the Starbucks meeting***

It was finally summer time! I decided to take the summer off of work to go to one of the best places in the world. Manhattan can get pretty boring. I already have my suitcases packed in my car. I can't wait to see all of my friends!

Annabeth's POV:

As I was picking Miranda up from her last day of school, I was wondering if we should go on vacation to a place I've never been at for the last five years. Maybe…

"Mommy, can we go on vacation this summer?" she asked. My eyes widened. Could she read minds or something?

"Why? Who's going on vacation?" I asked.

"Bryson and Emily both are going to Florida. I want to go to Florida." She said.

I sighed. I've made up my mind.

"Actually, we're going on vacation this summer," I said. "We're going to the camp I that I told you I grew up in."

"Camp Half-Blood? Oh! I can't wait!" she said.

"Yeah. When we get home we have to quickly pack our things." I said.

"Okay!

As I had just finished zipping the last suitcase, I stood up, brushing my hands off, admiring my work. I had managed to pack Almost all of my closet and drawers into five suitcases, somehow. If you saw my closet, you wouldn't believe me. I packed all of Miranda's clothes into four, because, somehow, my daughter has way more clothes than me, but they are all smaller than my clothes.

I told the bellhop of my apartment to carry all of the suitcases in my 2012 Chrysler (sorry if anything about cars is incorrect. I don't speak car!). When everything was packed, Miranda, like always, begged to sit in the passenger seat. Of course, I denied her request like always. After all of that mumbo-jumbo, we got going.

When we arrived at camp, Miranda just about ripped my arm off when she saw Peleus, the dragon, who was huge, now.

"It's alright, Mira. He's here to protect us. I was surprised the camp's borders didn't stop her from coming through, and I don't know what she is, being a daughter of two demigods. Chiron greeted us, and told Argus to grab all of our suitcases from my car, and bring them to the rooms we'd be staying in for the summer. This is my first time sleeping in the Big House before.

Miranda screamed, and hid behind my leg, gripping my jeans.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"That man… he's a pony!" she said, and then tried hopelessly to get on his back.

"I'm not a pony, child." He said. I am a centaur.

"Mr. Pony could talk!" she said, amazed. You could tell this was Chiron's meeting with Tyson all over again.

"So," Chiron said. "This is your daughter?" he asked.

I nodded.

"She looks very familiar to someone I know…" he said, grinning, his eyes glinting.

I blushed.

"Oh, stop it, Chiron," I said, giving him a hug.

"It's great to have you back." He said.

"Can I ride on Mr. Chiron?" she asked. I knew her sinister ways. She got his name right on purpose and called him 'Mister' to butter him up.

"'Mr. Chiron'" Chiron mused. "That has a nice ring to it." He said, picking Miranda up, putting her on his back. He was putty in her hands.

I couldn't help but smile.

"Come on, Miranda. I'll show you around camp. Is that alright with you, Annabeth?" he asked.

"Sure. That'll keep her busy while I unpack our things." I said.

"My mommy gave me a dagger that's half steel and half Celebrity* bronze, and she even taught me how to use it. It is half steel so I could use it just in case I got kidnapped…" she started speaking a mile a minute to Chiron as they went off.

I chuckled to myself, and went up to our rooms, where our suitcases were already were. Miranda had the room next to me, which you could get through a door in my room, and I had a room with a huge bathroom connected to it.

When I was finished, as I was walking down the hall, I noticed one door was open. An all-too-familiar person with jet black hair was unpacking his suitcases with his back faced to me.

Uh oh, I thought. This is going to be a tough summer.

Did you guys like this chapter? This is one of my favorites. Who adores Miranda's wonderful way of manipulation? I do! I probably am going to start posting chapters almost every day. Maybe even two if I am really bored. Maybe three if I am really bored and it's like a weekend that I have no plans for. But I will try to update at least every day or every other day. Please review!