OH MY GODS! Why so many stories?
Annabeth is 17, Percy is also 17.
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO
My life was normal. I got my own house quite far from camp. I sat in front of my laptop surfing the web. I wanted to call Percy but I remembered that I would just get a bunch of monsters coming over, trying to break down my door. I closed my laptop and went to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat. The ground started to rumble, knocking me off my feet. One word came into my mind.
I couldn't get under the table, the earthquake was too strong. I crouched down, desperately trying to save my life. Parts of my house started to fall and before I knew it, the whole house came crashing down on me. I became buried in the debris.
Then everything went black.
I woke up. Who was I? Where am I? I looked to my left and saw a guy with messy jet black hair and sea green eyes.
"Annabeth, I'm so glad your OK." he said. OK, so my name is Annabeth.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Annabeth, stop joking around."
"No, I'm serious. I don't remember anything."
Again with the first chapters being short
No flames. ;)