We have a problem

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So, we have a problem. 

Percy blew up a bus. 

Well, techinally, the Furies blew up a bus. 

But Percy got blamed. 

So, people believe Percy blew up the bus. 

Anyway, all our stuff was on there. Except my stuff.

Sorry, Grover, Annabeth, Percy.

We walked off the highway and made camp in the woods. 

I was SUPER tired, so I went to sleep right away, but both Percy and Grover both volunteered for watch. 

Annabeth lay next to me, and for a few minutes, we talked, and I learned about her past, and in return I told her all about Gabe. 

She was sympathetic, and we became best friends. Yeah. It's literally that easy. 

"Night, Annie." I mumbled when I got tired. 

"Night, Dia." (We had told each other our nicknames) she mumbled in return, and we drifted off into uneasy sleeps with nighscares and nighmares. 

When I woke up, Percy was refusing to say hello to a pink poodle. 

Oh dear. 


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