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Lorenzo was straight on confident that there wasn't any fluff in his ears, hectically reflecting over his little sister's words and not being able to believe them, convincing himself that their parents were actually right in home-schooling Amy for she was truly a genius, or at least above average compared to her age. No normal five year old can easily assess herself so much to say it out loud. Kids don't think that way so that meant Amy was definitely not normal. She was better; advanced. But that lack of early education both academically and, more importantly, socially has caused Amy dearly, he can't help admitting.

But why speak of such harsh things?

As Lorenzo chewed over his thoughts, Amy already had rounded the small corner to their tall building, hurriedly running after her. In the elevator, he was relieved to see Amy calmly waiting for him in one piece, the responsibility of her care in his hands, when he suddenly encountered their neighbor, Percy Jackson.

"Hey, Percy!" Lorenzo said, hugging him the way guys do an embrace. "Heard you started going to this camp…"

Percy nodded enthusiastically, "It was great, I had fun!"

They headed toward the elevator, happy with the familiar company. "Missed playing with you all this summer," he whispered discretely, leaning to Percy's ear. "The camp didn't kick you out, did they?"

"Fortunately," Percy grinned, a bit embarrassed, "I'm back because the summer just ended, but something delayed the trip, which was long, and I missed the first day of school." He joked after a moment, "Not like I have a school enrolled in yet."

They both laughed and Lorenzo commented, "well, their lost. You're great Percy! And your mom would take care of it."

Percy perked up at the name, pressing the buttons of their floor number, "my mom! How is she?"

"She's doing fine, she still gives me and Amy here," Lorenzo nudged the small girl in between them, "blue cookies in the morning." He also noticed that once Percy looked down at her, he hadn't taken his eyes off.

"Amy?" Percy chuckled, "I forgot you had a sister, I didn't see her much."

Amy sighed mildly, "I was home schooled, remember?"

Perseus didn't even know she existed much less recall that. "Huh? Oh…oh..! Oh… huh?"

She rolled her eyes, probably identifying Percy's stupidity, "When Lorenzo invited you over before, and you knocked on my door mistakenly thinking it was Lorenzo's room, and then I said his room was next to mine." Her voice rose to a higher pitch. "I said I was studying because I didn't go to school so I study at home and I needed you to go away real fast. I said it even though you didn't ask, and you said I was cool."

"Oh, yeah!" Percy scratched his head uncomfortably, sending a specific look to Lorenzo that he still didn't remember it happening. "That was you. Right. The girl with blue eyes and dark mass of hair, and…"

He swallowed, chocking on the sentence because Amy's eyes were gazing up at him as if she knew he was lying. But she mainly said, "Yes," to make him stop talking.

Lorenzo was watching in distress the whole time. He was about to say, Amy, you should be more respectful to people and those kinds of dialogue but the elevator doors swung open and he didn't get his chance.

Percy immediately stepped out, sprinting to his apartment and making a ridiculous excuse that he just had to see his mom right now and then he stopped in the middle of the hallway, shifting his weight alternately as if he was dancing off guilt, which he was, realizing that he'd been equally rude; rude because he should've considered the fact that Amy was younger than him, really young.

Only that, what the siblings would never know, when he was conversing with Amy, her blue eyes had a sudden tinge of wisdom and maturity like she'd lived for a thousand years and the white lies he'd said was completely unnecessary.

As if Percy was thinking like that. He just answered that way to be polite because the story she told got him stuck, it was a better choice to pick than tell her that what she was saying never happened. She might've cried.

Percy smiled apologetically at them as they made their way down the hallway, bidding before he entered his apartment, "Goodnight, neighbors!"

When he'd opened the lock, swirled in a semi-circle inside and was about to close it, someone called back to him, "good night, Percy." And his hand pushed the door shut, the speaker's voice still echoing in his head.

It was queer because he was sure that it had been Amy's voice.

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The next chapter would reveal explanations for the adventure that's about to come! Like Amy's prophecy made by Gaia and Artemis's knowledge about Amy's birth, which Apollo had thought no god or goddess other than him had witnessed; he was wrong.

I am so excited.:D