Hey, if you're waiting for me to update my Mark of Athena fanfic, sorry, writer's block on that story. It's nearly impossible to have it for this one, since most events are true ones you know? Hmmm...any questions asked? Well, let's see! *flips through reviews* Mmm-hmmm Mmmm-hmmm.

Percy Jackson Fan oO asked-and I'm going to quote the question word for word!-will Jaycee and Conner um... get paired up?

It's possible! If y'all think they should, they can, but if you don't want them too they don't have too! *Blushes slightly as Meg whispers in my ear* Meg shut up! No you can't have the-Hey! It's Meg Andrews! You know, one of the story characters? Well, yeah, in my opinion they'll get together by the time this story is over!-Hey, I stole the computer's keyboard, MWAHAHA! It's Lana Austin if you didn't know! And if they're not together, I swear I'll-OKAY! It's back to me, pjoroxs, also known as Jaycee! I am so sorry about my friends! -_- *Glares at the two* Shut up, you two!

Meg: Make us!

Me: If you say so!

Lana: You shouldn't have-*Both get duct taped.

Me: Silence may be golden, girls, but duct tape is silver. Also orange, and pink, and camouflage, and all those new duct tape colors.

And We Thought We Were Normal

Jaycee Carter. Normal 13 year old girl, right? Wrong! Her life's been weird since the day she's been born, and now it's just gotten weirder. A Goth boy about her age comes in and tells her she's not normal. Well she knew that much, but when he says the gods from the Greek Myths she loved so much are real and still exist, she's not sure what to think. But she believes it. She's had that feeling for a long time now, and it's only being confirmed for her. Now to just survive middle school in New York with her BFF Meg Andrews and her new friend Goth Boy. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter 13- I get a Visitor

I can stand shopping at times. What I can't stand is shopping with Lana Austin. She may be…well, Lana, but when it comes to shopping, she is definitely a true Aphrodite girl. She pretty much dragged me by the wrist to the nearest mall, Meg hanging on to my arm for dear life. So, I'll warn you now. NEVER GO SHOPPING WITH LANA AUSTIN!

As soon as we stepped foot in the mall, I knew I wouldn't be home for a long, long, time.

The whole time in the store, Lana was looking at the bright colored shirts that were plain and dull to me. I honestly haven't a clue why I don't wear bright colors anymore. Oh wait. I do. And it made me sick thinking I used to be like them-though, with less make-up-even if I was in, like, third grade. It's the reason why I can't stand people like Hallie and Audrey and why I want to help people being bullied by people like them. It just makes me mad that I used to be like them. That just proves how much the world is messed up.

So, the whole time, I'm pretty much sitting there or browsing through graphic tees that say stuff like 'Just Hangin' with my Peeps' then have a picture of a bunch of the little marshmallow Peeps for Easter. Now only if I could get Lana over here to approve some of these, then I wouldn't mind giving up the color black so much.

Meg walked up behind me, and started browsing as well. She pulled out a grey belly top with three horizontal rips, and a tan tank top under it with blue horizontal stripes. On the grey it had music notes and some faded darker grey detailed butterflies, and just some random creative blue and grey lines that weaved its way through the grey top.

Lana looked over and saw Meg holding the top out to me and yelled, "PERFECT!"

Lana ran over and grabbed the top, squealing her head off. "This is so you! Now I know, somewhat, what to look for!"

I rolled my eyes, but took the top anyway. "It's cool, I guess."

I continued to look through the graphic tees. Now Lana and Meg were looking through them as well. We pretty much got any that had anything to do with music, because-as Lana and Meg say-my dad is Apollo the god of music, and I love music. So I really didn't mind, using the excuse myself.

I ended up with a whole new wardrobe entirely. I had a range of colors from purple to yellow to blue to orange. Colors I normally wouldn't be caught dead in. Lana even made me get a couple pink shirts, that I was not to happy with.

I had new jeans as well. Skinny jeans boot-cut jeans, flared jeans, and a lot of ripped jeans. Like the top Meg found, ripped jeans were just my style. Not the overly ripped jeans that made you look like a homeless person, but the kind of ripped jeans with rips on the knees and some lower. Eh, you know what I'm talking 'bout.

To be honest with myself, I was almost happy not to be wearing a bunch of black, but I now felt as if I'll stand out with all the color. At least with the black I wasn't noticed. And I really, really, don't want to be noticed.

We arrived at the apartment complex, my arms as stiff as tree limbs. I was extremely tired now, and wanted to go upstairs and maybe open a window and sleep. Why open a window while sleeping? Because there was no fan in my room, and if I don't have a cool breeze circulating in my room, I'll over heat.

Meg, Lana, and I walked into the building, with a bunch of bags. I hope Lana still even has money on that little plastic card of hers….I thought as I absent-mindedly waved at the lady behind the desk and got in the elevator with the other two.

When I entered my room, I threw the bags onto the floor, and then threw the ones Lana and Meg carried for me onto the floor as well. I wondered what would happen if my old friends visited and saw me in one of these outfits. I bet they'd say, Who are you and what have you done with Jaycee Carter? Camp probably wouldn't think too much of it, but without all the black, midnight pranks may be a little harder, because I won't blend in with the darkness anymore.

Speaking of Camp, I wonder if Drew ever found out that it was me who played that wonderfully hilarious prank on her?

I decided not to think about it. I pulled out my iPod and stuck the headphones in my ears as I laid down on my bed in our apartment. I turned the iPod on to the first song that popped up. Eyes Open by Taylor Swift came on. I had only heard the song once or twice, but I already knew all the words. Singing along to the song, certain lyrics I loved, I smiled a true, genuine smile that almost never is seen on my face. It was one of those smiles I could and would only wear when I'm completely me. That means either playing pranks to pass the time, writing songs, or singing random songs on Pandora Radio or just random songs on my iPod-as long as it's not Justin Bieber of course. I mean, seriously? What kind of guy has a perfume line?

I just focused on the song and sang along, shaking the thoughts of Justine Bieber out of my head as the song filled my ears.

"Everybody's waiting for to you breakdown

Everybody's watching to see the fallout.

Even when you're sleepen', sleepe-en

Gotta keep your e-eyes open."

I sang along to the song, forgetting my window was even open, until I felt the chilling breeze. Even though it was winter, it felt more like spring, only with a little frost and cold breezes. And that's when I heard it.

I grabbed my bow off my dresser-that was luckily right next to me-and notched an arrow quickly, aiming it at the heart of…..

So, how was it? More importantly, WHO is it?

Meg: I bet you it's-

Me: Shut up! You'll spoil it!

Lana: Katniss Everdeen!

Me: Lana, that's a totally different book series!

Lana: So? Make it a cross over!

Me: *Shakes head* The Hunger Games happens in the future when North America is replaced by Panem. We wouldn't exist! To them we're ancient historical figures! Actually to them, we're like the Ancient Greeks!

Lana: So...we're old, is that what you're saying?

Meg and I: *Shakes head at her* Lana, Lana, Lana...

~*J.C*~