The Sea of Monsters

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    In social studies, while we were drawing latitude/longitude maps, I opened my notebook and stared at the photo inside-my friend Annabeth on vacation in Washington D.C. She was wearing jeans and a denim jacket over her orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. Her blond hair was pulled back in a bandanna. She was standing in front of the Lincoln Memorial with her arms crossed, looking extremely pleased with herself, like she'd personally designed the place. See, Annabeth wants to be an architect when she grows up, so she's always visiting famous monuments and stuff. She's weird that way. She'd emailed me the picture after spring break, and every once in a while I'd look at it just to remind myself she was real and Camp Half-Blood hadn't just been my imagination.
    I wished Annabeth were here. She'd know what to make of my dream. I'd never admit it to her, but she was smarter than me, even if she was annoying sometimes.

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    Annabeth punched him in the nose and knocked him flat. "And you," she told him, "lay off my friend."

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    "Annabeth..." I stammered. "How did long have you..."
    "Pretty much all morning." She sheathed her bronze knife. "I've been trying to find a good time to talk to you, but you were never alone."
    "The shadow i saw this morning-that was-" My face felt hot. "Oh my gods, were you looking in my bedroom window?"
    "There's no time to explain!" she snapped, though she looked a little red-faced herself.

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    Now, under different circumstances, I would've been really happy to see her. we'd made our peace last summer, despite the fact that her mom was Athena and didn't get along with my dad. I'd missed Annabeth probably more than I'd wanted to admit.

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    The only good thing about our punishment was that it gave Annabeth and me a common enemy and lots of time to talk.

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    "A half-blood hideout." I looked at Annabeth in awe. 'You made this place?"
    "Thalia and I," she said quietly. "And Luke."
    That shouldn't have bothered me. I mean, I knew Thalia and Luke had taken care of Annabeth when she was little. I knew the three of them had been runaways together, hiding from monsters, surviving on their own before Grover found them and tried to get them to Half-Blood Hill. But whenever Annabeth talked about the time she'd spent with them, I kind of felt...I don't know. Uncomfortable?
    No. That's not the word.
    The word was jealous.

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    I tried to stay mad at her, but it wasn't easy. We'd been through a lot together. she'd saved my life plenty of times. It was stupid of me to resent her.

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    "Then why do the gods even let me live? It would be safer to kill me."
    "you're right."
    "Thanks a lot."

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    I almost didn't recognize her. she was wearing a sleeveless silk dress like C.C.'s, only white. Her blond hair was newly washed and combed and braided with gold. Worst of all, she was wearing makeup, which I never thought Annabeth would be caught dead in. I mean, she looked good. Really good. I probably would've been tongue-tied if I could've said anything except reet, reet, reet. But there was also something totally wrong about it. It just wasn't Annabeth.

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    Before I could figure out how to apologize for being such an idiot, she tackled me with a hug, then pulled away just as quickly. "I'm glad you're not a guinea pig."
    "Me too." I hoped my face wasn't as red as it felt.

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    "Don't untie me," she said, "no matter what happens or how much I plead. I'll want to go straight over the edge and drown myself."
    "Are you trying to tempt me?"

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    She started to sob-I mean horrible, heartbroken sobbing. she put her head on my shoulder and i held her.
    Fish gathered to look at us-a school of barracudas, some curious marlins.
    Scram! I told them.
    They swam off, but I could tell they went reluctantly. I swear I understood their intentions. They were about to start rumors flying around the sea about the son of Poseidon and some girl at the bottom of siren Bay.
    "I'll get us back to the ship," I told her. "It's okay.Just hang on."
    Annabeth nodded to let me know she was better now, then she murmured something I couldn't understand because of the wax in my ears.

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    I made a silent promise to the gods that if we survived this, I'd tell Annabeth she was a genius. The frightening thing was, I knew the gods would hold me to it.

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    Which reminded me...I still owed the gods a debt.
    "You're a genius," I told Annabeth quietly.
    Then I put my head against the Fleece, and before I knew it, I was asleep, too.

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    "Percy is too nice," Annabeth grumbled, but I couldn't help thinking that maybe, just maybe, she was a little impressed. I'd surprised her, anyway. And that wasn't easy to do.

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    Tyson blushed. The crowd cheered. Annabeth planted a kiss on my cheek. The roaring got a lot louder after that.