Dear Perseus(or Percy if that's what you prefer to be called),

I am Annabeth, and I will be your assigned 'pen pal', I suppose. I will probably be writing to you for a few months to come. As the letter will take about two weeks to travel from Texas to San Francisco, I would suggest we write longer letters to make up for the time lag between writing and reading a letter.

You probably don't care, but as a responsible high school student, I suppose I should tell you more about myself. Like I mentioned earlier, my name is Annabeth. If you can't tell from the name, I'm female. I go to Goode High, and I am on my last year. Goode is an art school, and it offers designing courses for students who wish to pursue a career in anything having do with art or designing, and I want to be an architect, so I really love it. My step-mother didn't want to send me here at first, but once she learned it was a boarding school, she changed her mind faster than you could say 'Happy New Year'. Literally. Her decision was made in 2 seconds.

I visited TYRC's website, and I must say the education you receive there isn't half bad. You have two hours of history and geography each a week, also three and a half hour of Mathematics, English and Science each week. I see that there are also basic architecture courses. It makes me glad that the camp has at least put in effort to make sure that you have quality education.

Have you been briefed on this project? This project is mainly for me to make you realize how great the world is… And to tell you not to "sin" anymore. But I think that is just… Well, for a lack of a better term, crap. I can't change you. And we both know that. But I will try, I suppose. So maybe we should get to know each other better?

My favorite color is red, even though I really like grey and blue too. My favorite book series is the Sherlock Holmes series, because I really think Holmes' logic is flawless, yet humanely flawed at the same time, if you know what I mean. Though most people don't.

I don't have any particular food that I enjoy eating the most- I like almost everything. Broccoli. Spinach. Meat. Spaghetti. Pizza. But I do appreciate and enjoy a dish made of olive oil more than your average dish.

I am an active member in the Goode Philosophy Club, and I attend all the club meetings. Most people in my school think it's the club for geeks and nerds, but they're just being extremely immature. It is important to reflect on the existing questions that rarely are given any thought on. For example, 'Why do we exist?', or 'What if we were to wake up one day and realize that our whole life was a dream?'. I have benefitted so much after exploring my mind. I would tell you to join a philosophy club if your school has one, but you might not be interested in philosophy.

Please do tell me more about yourself. I hope that this project can be a pleasant experience for both of us and we will both have gained something by the end of it.

P.S. Please do write in proper English. I am sorry, but I simply cannot tolerate people who talk lyke di$. If you do, I will buy you the cheapest dictionary I can find and mail it to you.

Yours truly,

Annabeth.

Annabeth finished the letter and smiled at it in amusement. She folded it in half and placed it on her bunk bed. I'll mail it later, she thought and stepped out of the room. Surprisingly, the letter had taken her quite a long time to write considering it's length. Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was almost time for her next block- Mathematics. She smiled again and headed to her homeroom. Mathematics was awesome.

Percy sat on the floor, glancing at random things, wishing the time would pass faster. He didn't dare sit on the beds as Luke hadn't assigned him one, and he did not want to anger the owner of the bed he chose to sit on. After telling him the rest were at work, Luke had instructed Percy to 'stay put' and walked out like that, saying that he had admin matters to complete.

Suddenly, the door to the building opened, and Percy's dorm-mates strolled in. There were about 20 boys, and all their faces were caked with dirt and grime, their orange shirts were soaked with sweat. Percy had not showered for two days while he was on the humid bus, but suddenly, he felt very clean.

"Hi," he said, rising from his spot on the ground. "I'm Percy. Nice to meet you guys. I suppose I'll be your room-mate for the next two years."

His soon-to-be-dorm-mates just stared at him, some indifferently, some with tired expressions. Percy felt very out of place in his blue T-shirt. An awkward silence then ensued between them.

"We'd better go," a boy with dull blonde hair finally said, ending the awkward pause. Percy couldn't tell if it was actually dull, or if it was simply because of all the reddish mud in his hair. "We'd be late for homeroom otherwise."

Everyone nodded and headed towards their own respective bunk beds. The ones sleeping on the second level simply climbed up the ladder and took the wooden box resting on their mattress and grabbed their pencil case, then climbed down again. Percy just stood in the building, feeling extremely out of place. One by one, the campers trooped out of the room with their pencil cases, leaving Percy very confused. Should he follow them? But he didn't have any paper or writing utensils. They were going for homeroom? Where was it?

"Hey." Percy suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around rapidly, scared out of his mind, to see a smiling camper behind him. The guy was short, buff, and looked a little like a koala bear.

"Hey," Percy said.

Mr. Koala bear held out a hand. "I'm Frank."