Hi guys! First off, I would like to apologize for making everyone wait so long. I hate to break it you, but my updates will be more like this until mid July by the looks of it. It's just that I have a really busy schedule until then, so updates will be much harder to do. Between tests, projects, finals, and then trips in June and early July will just make it very difficult. I'll always do my best, meaning that sometimes there will be a bunch of updates from me and then there might be a long break before one. I'm really sorry, but thanks for your patience and understanding.

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This chapter's song is: All These Things That I've Done by the Killers. It doesn't actually fit the chapter all that well, but there are a few reasons behind this choice. It's on the list, it's by my favorite band, and I listened to it over and over again when I was writing this chapter. Now looking back on it, it actually fits it semi well.


I dropped the diary and it fell to the ground with a thump. I ran towards the door but something caught my eye on the way out. Mom's mirror.

I looked at the person looking back at me. It wasn't the person I was used to seeing. I was used to see a girl who looked a lot like her mother, seeing as I never looked anything like my father, even though I always managed to pretend that I did.

Now, I looked like who my new father was. I had the jet-black hair, and something about my overall appearance managed to match his.

I rested my back against the wall and slid down it so I was sitting next to the mirror. "WHY?" I screamed to no one, "Why does the crazy stuff happen to me? Why does my life suck so much more than everyone else's?"

Then I began to do something I almost never did, cry. I cried until my tear ducts were dry. My face must've looked like a bright red apple, because my cheeks felt like they were burning and my eyes had to be bright red, as if I was about to kill someone.

To come to think of it, I feel like I could kill someone. I mean, how would you feel if you found out that everything you grew up knowing for the past 14 years of your life has been a total lie.

That the man you grew up thinking of as your dad wasn't yours. It was the man that your best friend thought was hot. Good thing I never agreed…

That you thought that you were a human- scratch that, mortal. And now suddenly, you find out otherwise. There are gods. And two of them are my grandparents apparently.

Once I could get enough energy to lift myself and walk again, I walked back over to the living room. I had to tell someone I knew this. I couldn't keep it inside anymore.

Sure, I could keep the fact that I could control water a secret.

I could keep the conversation that Percy and my mother had a secret, but this? No, this I couldn't. Someone had to know.

I found the phone I had used to call mom what felt like hours ago and dialed her office number as fast I could without my sweaty fingers sliding off the buttons.

After a ring or two, the same receptionist as earlier picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Uh… yeah. Is my- uh, my- Mom... t- there?" I said, struggling to get the words out.

"Sorry Hon, but she just went into a meeting. Is everything okay? You usually sound a bit more-" She said, fishing for words, "calm. Now you sound a bit, squeaky."

"You wouldn't understand!" I yelled into the phone and hung it up. Okay, so I guess I was a little harsh on the meaning well receptionist, but hey. She should've seen it coming.

There wasn't really anyone I could think of calling. I couldn't call Dad (well, the guy who I thought was my dad until now), I'm sure he doesn't know about this whole god thing. Plus, I don't want the one to break the ice to him that the kid he gave up his like for 15 years ago isn't actually his. That's mom's job.

Izzy would be the next best choice, but she was probably dancing by now. Her phone would be tucked away in her locker, way out of audibility.

After her would have to be Layla. Sure, she was young, but she was trustworthy, and although she was younger than me by five years, she always managed to watch my back. As I watched hers. But sadly she was at her play-date, and it would be just rude to pull her out of it.

I mean, sure I could go on the computer and go and see if any of my school friends are on AIM. But would they really understand? I love my school friends and all, but they are more the type of person you talk to about your new crush, or the test you are worried about failing. Not life changing matters.

If I felt lonely earlier, well, that was nothing compared to what I feel like right now. I feel awful. These are the times that I wish that I had a boyfriend. Someone who I could trust completely, someone who I spend time with, cry to when I felt sad and lost, share my good news with when I'm happy, and so on.

But no, life is just too cruel for that. I don't have a boyfriend, in other words, I'm alone. I've never had a boyfriend before. Sure, I've have my set of crushes, hot guys in the grade that I would say "yes" to if they asked me out, but none of them have asked me out before.

I've seen the movies where there is the girl who has the perfect boyfriend to make the hard times in their life go just a little easier. But no, the story of my life is much worse and harsh. I have to deal with this alone.

I wish that I could go back to that day a week ago when I met Sam. He was nice, sweet, seemed to like me, and did I mention hot? Maybe if I was a little more outgoing, comfortable, and not so stiff, he would've given me his number or something. Then maybe I could call him.

Wait a second! I know one person who I could call. It would be risky, no, more than risky. But he'd have to find out eventually, why not now?

I ran back to my mom's room and found the address book that had all her old camp friends' phone numbers. I flipped through it until I found the name I was looking for.

Even though I was sure that his number was going to be in here, something about actually finding it made my heart race much faster.

After two failed tries, I finally was able to dial the number correctly through my shaking hands.

After four rings, he finally picked up. "Hello? Who is this?"

"It's Ally. Annabeth's and well… your daughter."

Tee hee (wow, I'm beginning to sound like my friend Mia…)! Cliffhanger, well, you know I love them.

Okay, well, this chapter was awful. I know it was, and I'm really sorry about that. It's just that this chapter was a bit, un-inspirational for me. But, the next chapter is full of action and inspiring things so it won't so horrible.

Seriously, you can totally yell at me for this chapter being terrible. I deserve it.

Also, apologies for this chapter being short, being un-inspired results in the short chapter.

Please, please, review! I'll do the best I can to update soon, but I have a history essay that has yet to be written so don't expect another one this weekend.

Have a nice rest of your weekend and remember to review!

~greekmythologyluver