(Annabeth POV)
"You are not going to that--that--camp of yours."
"Wha--what d'you mean I'm not going?" I was shocked. My stepmom has always been sour, but this? This was way below the line. She smiled dryly.
"I mean you aren't going to that rubbish camp with your little 'godly' friends."
"You know perfectly well none of my friends are 'godly'." I said through the gritted teeth. My temper was bubbling over. "And Camp Half-Blood is the opposite of rubbish. And you're not British." I stormed out of the room. I am going to Camp. I thought to myself. I got some of my things together in a Subway bag. My toothbrush(which I was bound to loose anyway), my hairbrush(I don't brush my hair that much anyways if I'm being honest), my Camp T-shirt, and a pair of jeans, and a couple of golden drachmas. How could she do this?
I look to the door, lock it, and go to the window. My room is on the second story of the house, but has roof under the window. I climb out. Tears well up in my eyes as I jump down from the lowest part. I go down to the beach a couple of blocks down from my stepmom's house. I find a misty spot that makes a rainbow if you catch it in the right spot. I throw one of my drachmas in.
"O Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering." The drachma disappeared, so I said "Perseus Jackson." The rainbow shimmered and sparkled. Percy's face showed up.
"Hey, Wise Girl." He said with a handsome smile. "What's up?" I told him everything.
"A-and I'm h-here n-now." I finished, the tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Okay, Annabeth. I'm sending Blackjack for you now. Hold on, sweetheart. I love you." Then it went blank. Then there was a whinny behind me.
"Hello, Blackjack." We rode until we got to a highly decorated Camp Half-Blood.
I got off and spotted Percy.
