Camp Half Blood Poseidon's Daughter

by Hazza's Pretty Kitty

a story about a new camper, a daughter of posideon. My pen name used to be Gabi Daughter of Posideon. This story used to be called Camp Half Blood Posideon's Daughter but that was spelled wrong

3. RENEE DENLO?

A/N: Sorry it's been such a long time. School overload, ya know? Anyways, R and R!

Luv ya'll!

G

RR: *AHEM*

ME: whaddaya want rick?

RR: YOU DON'T OWN PJO!

ME: not yet... MUAHAHAHAHA

Annabeth P.O.V

Percy and I walked into the Poseidon cabin and saw Angelica sitting on her bed looking at a picture. I walked over to her and she looked up at me. She put the picture down and went back to unpacking her things. I picked up the picture and gasped.

"Angelica! How do you know Leo? I asked

"He used to go to my school-wait. How do YOU know Leo?"

"He's a camper here" Percy spoke up.

"Really?" she said, smiling.

"Yes." Percy smirked. "And you look like a Jack O' Lantern."

"Hey!" Angelica stuck her tongue out at Percy. I laughed.

"Real mature, guys." While we were talking Angelica had continued to unpack her clothes. I noticed that all her clothes were well known, expensive, and exclusive clothes.

"Hey Angelica?" I asked, "I couldn't help but notice that all your clothes are really exclusive. Mind telling me how you got them?"

She blushed. "Well, my mom is Renee Denlo-"

"Renee Denlo? The super, super rich, super generous mom with the mysterious daughter? SHE's your mom?" I shrieked. Percy snickered. I glared at him and he smirked at me.

"Yeah." She said. She looked down at her hands. "She knew, ya know? She was trying to protect me. They may not be the type of monsters you know, but the press slash paparazzi are monsters. I've seen the things that they do to my mom. Please don't tell anyone okay? I don't want any special treatment because I'm Renee Denlo's daughter." She looked at me pleadingly.

"Okay." I agreed, "But your clothes might be a giveaway."

"Oh." She said, looking at her clothes, "I hadn't thought of that. I guess I should probably get new clothes, huh?" She laughed.

"It's okay. I'll take you shopping this weekend. You can borrow some of my clothes until then. You look about my size. How old are you?" I asked

"Fifteen." She replied

"Oka-" I started to say, when the door flew open.

A/N: DUN DUN DUN DUN! Cliffie! Yay! Reviews! Love ya'll!