Okay, so by now the people who follow my writing (by the way, you are my favorite people right now!!!!!) are probably like "why is she writing another story, she should be working on enter favorite story name here", but I promise I will work on all three of my stories. =)

Okay, here's the full summary:

When Percy Jackson defeated the Titans in front of the Empire State Building on his 16th birthday, due to the mist, he was seen as an American Hero who prevented the next terrorist attack on America. He suddenly was whisked into the life of a celebrity and fame. Annabeth on the other hand was left behind pregnant… but with who's baby? Percy's from before he left her to move to the other side of the country, or Jason's, the boy who she met only a week after Percy's birthday. 15 years later, Percy is married and has a son, lives in California, and is America's #3 hottest guy. Annabeth is a well-known architect living in New York, married to Jason and has two kids. Ally Chase Greensburg thought she was finally getting a handle on her life, but when she finds a diary of her mother's from when she was sixteen, she finds out life changing secrets that could alter her life forever.

So, there you have it, the long summary. Now I'll shut up and begin the story. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians because if I did, I would make way more than 5 books (why does the series have to end so soon?).

I glanced at the clock, 3:00 o'clock. Ten more minutes to finish one forth of this science test. I'm so screwed.

Stupid dyslexia, yeah you heard me, I'm dyslexic. In other words, I suck at taking tests, schoolwork, and reading. It's a wonder how I even got into the school I'm in. Mom says it's because I'm smart like her, but I never feel smart when I'm the last one to finish the test.

"You have ten more minutes left, if you would like, you may hand in the tests now." My teacher, Miss Donnell, announces to the class of freshmen. A huge clump of students ran up to her, shoving the tests into her face, running into the weekend free of stress. Meanwhile I'm stuck here with three more questions to go.

After doing some quick guesswork, I was able to hand in the test with a good two minutes to spare. I handed the test to Miss Donnell; she scanned over the front page with piercing eyes, then said,

"Thanks Ally, you remembered to put your name on the test this time."

"Yeah…" I said, running my hand through my jet-black hair, feeling embarrassed. Last time I forgot to put my name on my test, and she took off 2 points turning my C to a C-, which Mom wasn't happy about in the slightest.

"Have a nice weekend." She said turning her attention to the last student to hand in their test.

I packed up my things and hurried out of the classroom. I ran down the flight of stairs from where the science labs were to where my locker was.

My friend Renee, who's locker was only four down the line from mine, already had hers open and was shoving books inside and taking some out.

"Hey Ally, how was the test?" She asked. Renee was very organized. She kept track of not only hers, but all of our friends schedules too. You could go up to her and ask, "What do I have next?" and she'll tell you. I don't know how she does it.

"Fine I guess. I had to guess on a couple of the questions though…" I said, turning my attention to the combination on my locker.

She slammed her locker closed, while I loaded my history binder into my backpack. "I'll wait." She said after I gave her a look telling her to go.

"Really, don't. You have to catch the bus, I don't." I told her, trying to give her my best look. I never was talented at giving looks like a lot of other people. My mother was the master at it though.

"The bus doesn't leave for fifteen minutes, plus what type of friend would I be if I didn't wait?" She said, smiling. Her bright blonde hair was glinting in the sunlight coming in from the windows.

"A good one?" I said. It wasn't that I didn't want Renee's company or that I didn't like her, it was that whenever people waited for me, I felt guilty. I don't know why, but I did.

"Wrong answer. See, you're almost done." She pointed out as I put the science notebook into my locker and slammed the locker closed.

"Fine, you happy?" I slung my backpack over my shoulder.

"Yes." She said. We walked out of the building in silence. This year, early March in New York decided to be warm, and everyone was stuck carrying his or her coats.

"I wonder where our friends are?" Renee said, scanning the crowds of kids walking towards the buses.

"Why should I know? I've been with you the whole time." I replied. "Besides, am I too boring for you?"

"Oh course not! We just usually see everyone else…"

"Maybe it's because we're on the later side of things?" I suggested, shifting my backpack on my shoulders.

"Well, whose fault is it?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yours! You decided to wait for me, I told you to go, but you didn't listen!" I said, giving her a little push on the shoulders.

"I guess." We walked in silence for a few more seconds before we stopped walking. "Well, here's my bus. See ya Monday!" She called out as she ran towards her bus.

"See ya." I said looking off into the direction she had ran off in. I began to walk in the other direction to go over to the lower school.

You see I have to pick up my little sister Layla who is in fourth grade from school. We live all the way down town on 11th street because Mom always says, "That's where all the good architecture is." And dad having no backbone what so ever, results in him and us having a huge commute everyday.

So the daily schedule is I get pick her up from the lower school, we walk down to the subway, we take the 30-minute subway ride, than we're home free. It would be much easier if I could take the bus, which I can, but Layla can't. The lower school buses don't go that far downtown and therefore am I forced to go out of my way once again. What I do for this family.

As I drew nearer to the lower school, I heard shouts from all around. I began to hear Layla as I came up to the school site.

"That's impossible, there is no big black dog with bright red eyes around here. First off, dogs don't have red eyes. Secondly, no dog is the size of a horse. Lastly, no one but you saw it. Are you sure you don't need glasses or anything?" I heard Layla argue. It sounded just like Layla, rejecting everyone else's ideas that she didn't agree with. Not that I agree with the fact that there is some huge dog near here, but that's not the point.

"Layla, let's get going." I said as I confronted her and interrupted her conversation with some boy I didn't know.

"Bye Ralph! Remember what I said about the glasses!" She said as she began to walk with me.

"Who's Ralph?" I asked once we were out of reach of the school.

"Stupid kid in my class. He thought he saw some monster or something." She said rolling her eyes. "Speaking of stupid kids, how was your test?" Why was that such a popular question with everyone?

"Fine." I muttered, not wanting to go into detail with her. Layla could be considered the perfect student. She always got nothing lower than an A-, barely had any dyslexia, and clearly had more intelligence than me even though she's my younger by five years. She was probably the reason why Mom's standards for grades are so high.

We are both dyslexic but Layla gets all A's and I'm lucky with a B or B-. Mom gives me such a hard time about it because she says that, "If Layla can get A's with dyslexia, and she used to get A's with dyslexia too, that I should be able to as well." But instead I bring home C's. Mom cares about grades WAY too much if you ask me.

"You know Mom's going to make you tell her so I can find out from you now, or when she screams. You choose." She said slyly. She is just like Mom if you ask me, but less dramatic and harsh. They're both smart, perfectionists, tricky, book obsessed, extremely organized, fabulous at coming up with plans, and on top of everything they both have the same golden blonde hair. Sometimes it feels like the only difference between the two of them is their eye color. Layla has these dark chestnut brown eyes while Mom has grey eyes, like me.

"Fine. It was hard, okay? I had to guess on three, big deal." I said with sarcasm at the end.

"Mom's not going to be happy." Layla said shaking her head.

"You think I don't know." I said, raising an eyebrow. By now we were at the subway station. We swiped our metro cards through the turnstiles, and walked to the platform.

"I never asked, how was your day?" I asked as we stepped onto the subway and sat down on two empty seats next to each other and put our backpacks on our laps.

"Good. We did our weather project today and the whole class loved it. We got a huge uproar!" She said full of life. To be ten again, when anything like getting the class to laugh could make your day.

She continued to talk about her day, and I drifted off into thought. If I were anything like the rest of freshmen in the world, I wouldn't be pretending to listen to my little sister talk about her day. I would be texting my friends, chatting about who was going on a date tonight, what I was doing this weekend. But no, I have an overprotective mother.

Mom doesn't let me use my cell phone. She gave me a really old one that she only said to use if there were emergencies. She also gave me a dagger incase of emergencies.

I know you're thinking, what type of mother gives a dagger to their children incase of emergencies. The truth is I don't know. When I started taking the subway two years ago with Layla, she and I had a very weird conversation.


"You know that I have finally agreed to let you take the subway." My mother said quietly.

"Yeah, thanks. It makes life much easier than taking five different buses." I replied thinking about all the transportation errors I'd had in the past.

"Since the subway is much more dangerous than having you're dad pick you up half way through the trip, I'm going to have to… equip you." She said softly.

"Equip me? What's that supposed to mean?" I said, speaking my mind.

"I'm going to give you a cell phone." She said, looking unsure about what she was saying as my face filled with glee. All of my friends had cell phones, and I was anxiously waiting for the day that I could have one for myself. "But you may only use it during emergencies, no calling you're friends. And since I will be paying the bill, I'll know when you're using it for other purposes."

"But that's so-" I began, but she cut me off.

"It's only for your safety." She replied, with a smile. "I will also be giving you this dagger."

"A… dagger? What's that going to help me do? Stab muggers?" I asked, a dagger, she might as well had given me a bouncy ball and told me to "try to whack them in the eye with it."

"No Ally, you are not supposed to stab muggers with it, besides, it wouldn't work. You'll… know when you're supposed to use this dagger." She said while giving my shoulders a quick squeeze.

"How am I supposed to know, will these people challenge me to a duel or something?" I said, who else is going to confront me on the subway?

"If you see what I'm talking about, you'll know that it's the right time to use the dagger. It'll be you instinct."


I have never used the dagger or the cell phone she gave me two years ago. They've just sat in the middle pocket of my backpack collecting dust.

"So do you think?" Layla asked me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry, think what?" I asked, feeling stupid for zoning out.

"You weren't paying attention one bit were you?" She asked, but before I could reply, something must have caught her eye. "What's that?" She pointed to a large black dog, with bright red eyes, staring at the two of us.

"I don't know." I said, maybe mom was right about the instinct thing, something inside of me was telling me to use the dagger against this man in a scary dog suit. "Layla, call mom at work." I handed the cell phone to her while I ran my hand carefully threw the backpack being careful of the sharp item that was inside.

"You're not supposed to call mom unless there's an emergency. This guy in a dog suit isn't attacking us." She said. Good, she's thinking the same about the dog as me.

"Yeah, but something is telling me that this qualifies." I said. She listened to me and began dialing mom's number at work.

"Hey Mom… We're not quite sure… there's this huge man in a dog suit with bright red eyes that's starting at us… yes, Ally has the dagger that you gave her out… I will." She said into the phone, than she turned to me. "Mom says to try to hold of this man until the next stop and then get off and take another subway. She's going to meet us at home." I nodded and I stood up.

I would've tried to listen to Layla talk to Mom, but the dog/man pounced and therefore I got distracted.

He was one foot in front of me and was getting closer by the seconds. I looked at the people to see their reaction, but something weird was going on. They looked at me as if I was the creepy person. They're expression looked as if I was holding a gun or something and that I was attacking a stray poodle.

I held out the dagger straight in front of me and said, "I'm not afraid of you." The dog/man didn't show a reaction, he just backed up on his hind legs as if he was going to pounce. I was about to die in a few seconds, but fate thought otherwise.

"Ally, time to get off!" Layla ran up to me carrying my backpack and hers and grabbed my hand without a blade and ran off the train the second the dog jumped and crashed into the far end of the car.

When were safely on the platform and the last train had began to move with the dog on it, I let out a huge sigh that I didn't know I was holding.

"That was close." I said, taking my backpack from Layla.

"Yeah, but why did people not see it. They looked at us like we were crazy." She said grabbing onto my sweaty hand.

"I don't know why."

Wow, that is the longest chapter I've ever written, 2, 700 words!!!!! Okay, so you know the drill, please review!!!! I really need feedback, this has been an idea for a story I've had for a while, and I want to know what you think!

Thanks for reading!