I'm such a turd. I didn't update for 2 months. Don't kill me. I'm trying to improve my terrible, terrible writing. I actually like Rachel. Should she be a bitch in this story or no?

I woke up, gasping. I looked around to see Silena's room. It was all a dream. I thought hazily. I pushed my owl covered sleeping bag off my tan legs and clopped down the carpeted stairs. Huh. I thought. Thalia's sleeping… like my dream… What if I copied what I did in my dream? I gathered my thoughts and walked over to the baby blue plush couch she was snoring on. I looked to my left, and sure enough, a sharpie lay there. I opened the cap as the intoxicating smell of it wafted through my nostrils. I brought it down and wrote on Thalia's face I like math and boys! Green Day sucks! Harry Styles is hot! I looked up, expecting Tristan to be there like my dream. He wasn't. Maybe… If I change what I do, then the future changes too. I walked to the luxurious kitchen as Piper's dad burned the food once again.

"Do you need help Mr. Mclean?" I asked politely. I wonder if this will change the future.

Tristan coughed uncomfortably. "Uh… yeah." Instead of doing it for him, I gave instructions on how to make simple, healthy omelets. I didn't actually do it.

As if on cue, the girls stumbled down the stairs, following the scent of food. Thalia also came; no one told her about my face graffiti yet. I sat between Piper and Hazel, glancing across the polished table to see a mop of frizzy scarlet hair. Everyone began eating Tristan's omelets.

"Wow, dad, did you make these?!" Piper and Silena exclaimed at once.

Tristan held his head high as he undid his pink apron that read kiss the cook. "Yes, in fact, I did!"

"Jeez, I thought your dad was a terrible cook," Thalia said rudely, but it sounded some-what like a complement.

"I know, right!" Rachel said from across the table. I glanced to my left to see Hazel's plate already scarfed down.

"Well, I have to admit I had some help from Annabeth and her recipes." Piper's dad grinned as he sat down at the tables with the girls.

I took a bite from the omelet and my taste buds exploded with flavor. Damn, Tristan made a darn good omelet.

After twenty minutes of gushing over food, everyone packed up their stuff and left the Barbie's Palace.

I clutched my sleeping bag and luggage as I crossed the road with Thalia, who refused to acknowledge me after she found out I did the face graffiti. Oops.

"I'm sorry, Thals!" I tried to say.

Thalia whipped around and faced me. "I do not like math. I do not like boys. I do not like Harry Styles and I love Green Day." She said sternly as we stopped in the middle of the asphalt road. "Got it?"

"Got milk." I sighed. It was an old joke we made up when we were six. Whenever we said "got it" we replied "Got milk" from that weird commercial we saw.

"Yay. Now we're friends again." Thalia said.

We were about to shake hands as a pair of headlights sped towards us. Thalia seemed frozen in shock, and I grabbed her clammy hand and dove to the side. Talk about déjà vu.

I crashed into the one and only Percy Jackson. While he was riding his skateboard.

"Hey watch it blondie-" He began. "Oh hey Annabeth, what made you drop in?" He chuckled. "Or fly in."

"That stupid idiot driver tried to kill me!" I grumbled and I scrambled off of him.

Thalia successfully landed, of course, on the hard, rocky concrete. "I'd rather land on him than on this shit." She pointed to the ground and plucked a few rock out of her arm. "Well I don't know about you two love birds, but I'm going to take a shower." She grabbed her electric blue bag and stalked off to her house.

"Ookay…" Percy muttered, scratching the back of his head. "That was awkward."

"Um… well…" I muttered uselessly. Was it just me or was Percy's face getting bigger? … or closer?

I stared at him wide-eyed for a moment and his thoughts were interrupted. His head flew back. "Um… see you tomorrow?" He coughed uncomfortably, tousling his raven hair once more.

"Yeah." I said. He turned around and ran back to his house. I grabbed my overnight bag and did the same, strolling down the sidewalk, replaying what just happened.

Just as I stepped into my house, I realized he didn't pick up his skateboard.

Percy POV

I ran as quickly as I could down the concrete sidewalks, jumping over massive weeds and rocks. Colors of houses flew by and I turned into my driveway. I kicked a nearby rock as I stepped into my house.

"PERSEUS JACKSON!" I heard the familiar voice growl. Again?

"Ugh.." I groaned. "What did I do this time?" I turned around to see my not-so-father Poseidon. He wore an angry face.

"Where have you been?" He yelled, face turning red with anger.

"Why the fudge do you care?" Let's just say I didn't say "fudge". "You aren't my father anyways." If it was possible, the old man's face turned even redder. The colors did not match his salt and pepper beard. At all.

"I am your father, and you will obey me!"

"Yes," I deadpanned. "You are my perfect father who did not leave me to get beat by my step-father. That's why you are my oh-so wonderful father." I said blankly, in a monotone voice.

Poseidon froze.

"Yes, my wonderful father also let me starve in the summer because my mother couldn't afford food." I continued. "Letting me get a taste of stealing and the street life." Poseidon stared at me angrily. "Yes, my oh-so wonderful father didn't let that happen to me." I said expressionless.

Poseidon couldn't take it anymore. He let his hand fly across my face with a loud smack. My hand rose up to my red stinging cheek slowly, wide-eyed at my father's actions. I hightailed out of there before Poseidon could stop me. I ran out the door, down the street, and into the shopping district.

I ran into the nearest Shop Break and made my antidote. Stealing. I grabbed a candy bar and some cigarettes from the shelf and stuffed them into my ratty sweatshirt pocket. I walked back to the rusted counter and pretended to look at the merchandise, before walking out. It had been at least an hour after the fight, and I decided to head back. I opened the Snickers bar and started chomping on it when I realized the fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances. They were around my house. I stalked into the backyard where I saw a fallen tree, a body, and a crying figure saying it was their fault.

My mind processed one thing at a time where an officer told me what happened.

My dad was under the fallen the tree.

My skateboard was the cause.

Annabeth was crying saying it was her fault.

Well shit, my life is screwed.

SO this was the fight mentioned in the desc. ^^ and It was successfully made in 1234 words!