Ok guys here's the chiz. I've been having issues with writer block, concentration, and sleep... As you can see, this doesn't go well when you're trying to write! (I personally think Apollo and Hermes have it out for me.) my computer was also being a brat. But what I've noticed is that I'll get random ideas for this story during the day, at the WORST POSSIBLE TIME! Like when I'm in my riding lesson, or when I just wake up and then I lose the idea! So here is Chapter 4. Thank you for all your reviews and encouragement!

IMPORTANT!: I realized I never said where Heather lives! *facepalm* she lives on Long Island, NY. In the made up town of Cambridge.

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As I grab my things that Dad forgot my body seems to be on auto pilot. Grabbing my sketch pads, pencils, special charcoal, books, and my archery bow and arrows. Almost without having to think. I'm nearly out the door when I remember that I forgot something. I run back into my room and grab a picture of my Dad and I at an art contest and I rummage through a drawer and pull out a crystal necklace with a gold coin attached to it. The crystal has gold painted wire swirled around it. It's one of my favorite and only necklaces. I quickly put it on and remember that Dad says that my mom gave it to me before she...left.

I sprint out the front door and see my Dad talking to Annabeth and Percy. He stops when he sees me and grabs me and pulls me into a tight hug. "Be careful." He whispers. "I love you so much." He lets me go at arms length and looks over my face.

"Remember our motto?" He asks with a smile.

"Of course Dad. Don't do anything you don't want to do or doesn't seem right."

"Exactly." I can see tears brimming in my Dad's eyes and I have to look away. I turn and get into the van.

As we go down the driveway, I roll down the window and stick my head out and yell, "I love you!" But whatever Dad said back was lost to the wind as Percy stepped on the gas and we went speeding down the country road.

As I sit back in my seat, I roll up the window and want to block everything out. I don't want any of this to be real. I want to wake up in my bed and have this all be a crazy dream.

Silently, I draw my knees up to my chest, cross my arms on top of them and lay my head down. I won't allow myself to cry. I won't.

Annabeth and Percy don't say anything. Which is surprising since even though I barely know Percy Jackson, he seems to talk. A lot.

I'm not sure how long I stay in that position until is hear the van come to a stop. "Hey Heather?" I hear Annabeth say softly. "We're at a gas station. Do you need to get anything?"

I slowly bring my head up and wince at the crook in my neck. "Actually," I say shakily. Bringing my hand up to rub my poor neck. "I think I might run in quick and grab something. Be right back." I get out of the car and nearly fall. My legs fell asleep! I see Percy stifling a laugh and I glare at him before starting to laugh a little myself.

I run into the store and go to the candy section. I look over it until I see what I was looking for, Skittles! I grab two packages and a coke and pay for them at the cash register. As I'm walking out I see Percy and Annabeth kissing on the side on the van. I walk up to them awkwardly since my seat is on that side and clear my throat. Annabeth startles away from Percy but just far enough that their heads aren't touching. They're both a little red in the face. From embarrassment or lack of air, I don't know. Percy raises his eyebrows at my choice of candy. "Skittles? Are any of them blue?"

I let out a small laugh before I can stop myself and shake my head. "Nope. No blue." Percy frowns slightly. "Well, that sucks. Every food is better blue." He kisses Annabeth once more on the forehead and gets back into the van.

I give Annabeth a questioning look. "What's Percy's deal about blue food?"

Annabeth laughs with an amused glance at Percy. "I'll tell you in the van."

As Percy begins his crazy driving again, Annabeth tells me why Percy has an obsession with blue food. Occasionally, Percy gives comments on things Annabeth forgot.

"Wow." I say, putting more Skittles in my mouth. "That's one heck of a story."

Then if minds can get whiplash, mine did. I remember Annabeth telling me I was a...what was it called? Oh. Right. A demigod.

"Soooo. Are you gonna explain this whole greek gods thing?" I'm feeling less... Depressed now that I have my Skittles. Annabeth's face changes from happy to serious the second I ask. "Yeah. Greek gods, like Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, are all real." She must have noticed my disbelieving expression, because she went on to explain further. "When the gods have children with mortals-"

"When the mommy and daddy love each other very much," Percy interrupts.

Annabeth glares at him and cuts him off, "a demigod is born. Half god, half mortal." "So these...demigods have powers then?" I ask. Truthfully this is all starting to sound like a blown up fairytale.

"Yes." Annabeth looks at Percy and he glances back at her in the rearview mirror and wiggles his eyebrows. Annabeth rolls her eyes but smiles all the same.

"Percy can control water, navigate at sea, make hurricanes, and breath underwater."

I stare at her for a few moments with my mouth gaping open.

"You- you have to be joking right? I mean come on! Controlling water...breathing underwater?!" I cross my arms and give Annabeth a look that says 'not buyin it.'

She just opens her mouth to say something when Percy cuts her off.

"It's real Heather. I know it seems like a bunch of crap, and that's because it is." Percy says in a serious tone. "Being a demigod is no joke. Powers are sweet and all, but being a demigod can get you killed in painful and nasty ways. We've had some pretty nasty experiences ourselves...trust me."

That shuts me up quick. I can tell there's a story here somewhere, but I decide not to push it.

As Percy and Annabeth start talking about Architecture, I start to tune them out. Well, it's more a one-sided conversation with Annabeth talking and Percy nodding his head once in a while.

I dig into my bag and take out a worn sketch pad and a pencil. I start drawing a picture of a girl sitting in a tree. As the drawing comes together, the girl turns out to be Annabeth. I stop drawing a stare at it for a while...it seems incomplete. Then I put in together. Percy! A picture of Annabeth needs Percy in it. I then draw Percy looking up at Annabeth from the ground with his hands on his hips. I realize that I'm smiling and look up to see Annabeth looking over my shoulder and smiling as well.

"Wow. You really are good at drawing!" Annabeth exclaims and points at her hands in the drawing. "Could you make me holding a book?"

"Sure." I say, still smiling. I erase Annabeth's hands and draw in the book on her lap with her hands on top of it.

"Now that's me." Annabeth says quietly.

"What's going on? What's you?" Percy says loudly. I laugh and say, "I drew a picture of you and Annabeth and Annabeth wanted to be holding a book."

"Oooh! Ooh! Can you make me holding a trident? In fact, can you make the trident blue?"

"Percy!" Annabeth scolds. "She would have to color in the whole picture!"

"Actually, I could just color your book as well, and maybe add in a few more so that the items really stand out."

Annabeth and Percy both agree, so I work on coloring and shading until I realize we're on an old road that looks vaguely familiar.

I put my drawing stuff back in my bag and roll down my window. It scares me to realize its close to night time and I haven't even noticed!

"We're almost to Camp Half-Blood." Annabeth says as she leans against the van door.

"What's Camp Half-Blood?" I ask, wondering why she never told me where we were going before. But a little annoyed with myself for forgetting to ask.

"It's a camp for demigods. One of the only safe places for us."

I nod mutely and stare out the open window. Still trying to remember what's so familiar about this place.

"Are we near a lake?" I say suddenly. This time Percy answers.

"Sort of, CHB has a lake. How did you know?"

I shrug but then remember that he can't see me. "This road looks familiar, that's all. I think my Dad and I used to camp out somewhere near here."

"You into camping?" I ask Percy after a while.

"Not really. I much prefer indoor plumbing thank you very much."

I laugh a little and look over at Annabeth and see she's asleep.

"If we're getting close should I wake Annabeth up?"

"Nah." Percy says quietly. "She's had a rough week. Best to let her sleep while she can." A few minutes later Percy drives the van onto the side of the road and parks it.

"Argus can pick it up later." Percy says to himself.

I look around us and can't see anything. "Um..Percy?" I ask nervously. "Where are we?"

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood." Annabeth says suddenly. Nearly scaring me half to death. I jump and bump my head on the roof of the van.

"Well," Percy laughs. "The entrance to Camp Half-Blood."

I grab my bag and step out of the car. Taking a deep breath of cool night air.

Here goes nothing.

I think is this one of my better chapters! :D Did I get Percy right this time? Is my writing improving? What are your ideas for the next chapter? I'd love to know! Please review! ~ Wild-at-Heart14