Bianca Di Angelo

Okay, so I wrote this for fanfiction.net a while ago. So I decided I should put it here to. I hope te like it.


Annabeth's POV

I smiled,as Percy's arm wrapped around my waist carefully. He hasn't had a real girlfriend before so he doesn't know that it's okay if he puts his arm on my waist. He has been so shy about almost everything.

We have the same homeroom so we walked together everyday.

"How did te sleep?" I asked him, feeling awkward that we were just walking in silence.

"Good, I dreamed that I was playing basket ball and te were a-!"

"I know where this is going,Seaweed Brain. No,for the thousandth...

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Eight
Furies Don’t Like Buses

I untied my pony tail, this time trying not to get the bumps on top.
I grabbed my backpack and shoved my clothes, books, pencils, notepads, and anything I would need on this journey. I wore my bronze coltello on a strap under my arm and shoved my Yankees berretto, tappo in my back pocket.
That was the easy part. The hard part, was saying goodbye to my family. I turned around to face my siblings who all had tears in their eyes.
My five anno old half-sister, Darla tugged on my shirt. “ Annabeth, are te going bye-bye?”...

I took a death breath. Chiron lead me through the door.

When my adjusted, I saw at last 20 kids sitting on their sleeping bags. They had sad expressions on their faces like than were so unloved. A boy (ew) about 17 stepped forward.

"Hi. My name is Luke," he said. He had sandy blonde hair. He smiled. I loathed it when boys tried to get me to like them because it was never going to happen. And I mean never. I would be content if I never got married.

"Hi," I forced myself to say.

"You must be Artemisia. Annabeth told me about you," Luke said. Great. I thought I could maybe trust Annabeth. Well not...

I don't know where to begin....all I know is that Rick Riordan wrote about my real-life...My name is Jason Pabon ( firstname: Jason...lastname: means Peacock of Hera, o Bird of Hera--coincidence?)...I grew up in Cicero...next to the Olympic Theater (Olympus?).....coincidence mother's name is Maia (noticed same name as Hermes' mother lesser goddess)....My whole life I've had weird dreams about the greek gods before I even knew who they were! Later Arcadia Circle, ...visitied Crete, IL...I made a painting of Hermes; messenger of the gods in high school....I was the fastest long distance runner...

" fieno Percy what's up" he smiled and detto nothing and we just kept walking to the pervilion and went to the tavolo and ate


just as i was walking i saw Percy going to the lake and i followed. i decided to sneak up on Percy and just as i was sneaking up he called "i know your there" i cursed and detto te caught me. he smiled and " i knew te were following me from the being so what's wise girl" i smiled and shrugged my shoulders and detto nothing and sat down successivo to him.

Percy pov (a/n) i know te wanted to know what he was thinking)


i was thinking about that baciare and i smiled Annabeth detto "what...

I laid there for a few minutes. I saw dusty cobwebs coating the roof. On one of the walls, someone had written “PERCY JACKSON LOVES ANNABETH CHASE” in big red letters. Well, I thought, I’m going to need to paint over that. My mind trailed off. My dad had been lying to me my whole life. Then my mind trailed off, and somehow I got on the topic of Lauren. I thought about how I hadn’t seen her in the crowd when I got claimed. My cuore sank. Whenever I had an archery tournament just at my archery range, she would be there, cheering me on. Here I was; claimed da some immortal goddess and...