Hello again everyone, did you miss me? Just kidding, well I'm going back to Percy again; it's kind of boring with Annabeth… sorry, Annabeth. Oh, and by the way, I'm really sorry on the long wait, I was suffering a Writer's Block, and my Word was down (excuses, excuses).

Itsmestrawberry: Yeah, I hate Word Pad, too. It's a waste of time, when I first started using it; little did I know that it wouldn't show grammar mistakes and stuff. I wish I could tell you how I got word on mine, but I'm really not sure.

And thank you to all the people who added me and my good ol' stories to their faves!

Chapter Sixteen:

Percy woke up to the sound of fireworks going off, and he grumbled to himself, "Hrmm, I'm trying to sleep here…" He almost dozed back off, but someone was shaking his shoulder, "Go away, lemme sleep."

"Percy!" Annabeth whispered.

He weakly lifted up his hand to swat her away, "Noo…" He said it like it had a million letters in it.

"Perseus Jackson," She paused, and he knew and idea just popped into her head, "Fine, sleep. But you're going to regret you slept did, Buster!"

"Fine-whatever." He moaned as he slammed his face into the sleeping bag, he could hear her walk away.

He could hear the sound of something sloshing around in a bucket, and he creaked his eyes open his eyes open to see, "Oh no-"And a bucketful of water roared onto his face, "Rah!" He said.

"Oops." Annabeth said sarcastically. She dropped the bucket by her feet, kneeled down by Percy's face, and shook her head, "Shame, shame. If only you had gotten up, we could be back at camp by now, enjoying a nice breakfast…" And with that, she resumed packing up the camp.

He willed himself to dry. Despite the fact he was dry now, he was well awake…well-with the exception of his sleeping bag. At least I'm kind of clean… He thought to himself as he crawled out from under his soaked sleeping bag. He found himself staring at Annabeth, and he started getting all twitchy with thoughts Woah, woah, woah…Don't think like that! He shook his head to get it out of his mind, but the thought still lingered a little bit.

"Heads up!" She tossed him a granola bar. He caught it midair and looked at the label: peanut butter; it reminded him of Tyson. He hadn't talked to his half-brother in a long time. Percy tore the ridged side of the packaging open, took a chomp off, and instantly felt energized. He finished it off and started to pack up his stuff.

Five minutes later or so, they were ready to leave. "Let's get going." Annabeth said, sliding her other arm under the strap of the backpack. He looked up at the sky, searching for any trace of the fireworks.

"Over there!" He said hopefully, "There's a jet line where they shot up." Percy pointed upwards in the direction of the lines, which were just a little over the treetops.

"Hmm…not a bad idea, Perce; I'll go with that." She replied.

They both kept as quiet, so they didn't alert any monsters in the area. It didn't take long to hear the sound of cheering and hollering coming from camp either.

Percy suddenly felt his foot snag back on something, and he began to do a free fall to the ground. He landed on his stomach, but that didn't stop him from sliding down the small hill that edged the borders of camp. In desperation, he grabbed Annabeth's ankle, causing her to fall and slide with him.

"Percy!" She squealed in fear as they tumbled downhill.

On their way down, they were kicking up sticks, pebbles and small stones that rolled down lazily. One of the rocks even hit Percy on the back of the head, "Ouch!" He yelped. They finally got to the bottom of the hill, and the sound of stones falling silenced, along with the screaming crowd. When they gingerly looked up to see why, they found the only reason- was them. The crowd's screaming came back to their ears, and Chiron cantered over to help brush them off,

"Children, good to see you both alive," He examined them both for any cuts and scrapes. "Nothing too bad; are you ready for your departure?" Their trainer asked. Percy glanced over to Annabeth, and saw that she wore the same look of confusion that he knew he probably had, too.

"Departure?" They both said it together simultaneously, Chiron nodded slowly.

"Yes, departure. Did you expect that we could really have some sort of competition in such a crowded place?" Chiron waited for an answer. Percy decided to just go with it, and nodded. "Annabeth?" Chiron asked.

"Er…right." She nodded as well.

Chiron seemed satisfied, "Well then. Take these," He handed him two envelopes, "You'll need these. Open them when you arrive, and Argus will be waiting by the van in an hour." And with that, he galloped away.

Even though they had no idea where they were both going, the two of them just decided to obey Chiron and pack. Percy assumed they were going to be there for a while, this didn't sound like a small, dainty, competition; so he packed his leftover AXE toiletries from Nico into his bag. He suddenly noticed that his television was producing light like when it was on, I could've sworn I turned it off… He waved the thought away, and walked off. Little did he know that Nico had been sitting in his new chair, playing Modern Warfare Three.

Voila, and it is done! I'm SO sorry for not updating in so long, a lot of school work-and other-things…

If I don't update again for a while, keep reminding me, and then I won't have a choice.

Night!

~iGwyn12