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ANNABETH

Annabeth let out a heavy groan as she rose her left hand to her forehead, it was throbbing. To make matters worse, she had just woken up and it was a Tuesday morning. Which meant school. Annabeth kept her eyes closed and continued to rub her temples to ease the pain she felt. When she finally decided to open her eyes, a bright sunlight blinded her for a moment.

Wincing, she sat up on her bed and rubbed her eyes. She looked down at herself and just before she was about to stand up, she glanced back down.

She was wearing a blue t-shirt with her high school's swim team's name on it and white pajama pants with little fish patterned all over it. Her feet were, there was no other way to put this, manly. Annabeth didn't remember putting on these absurd pajamas, but ignored the sinking feeling in her stomach and stood up. She glanced around for her closet to get dressed.

But to her horror, she wasn't in her own room.

The room around her had white walls and had a desk in the corner, a drawer right next to the door, a shelf on the wall and a closet on the right wall.

Whose room was this?

Annabeth was staring to panic. Had she been kidnapped? Or did she – no – did she sleep with someone? Annabeth prayed she hadn't slept with someone. Her eyes darted around the room, stopping at the shelf on the wall.

She stiffly walked over to the shelf and stared long and hard at the pictures sitting in front of her.

There was one of a familiar black haired, sea green eyed boy standing in front of an ocean with a surfboard. Another was of the same boy, who had his head over a woman, both smiling.

She recognized him right away.

Percy Jackson.

He was a boy from her school of her grade, he was the swim team's captain and quite a popular boy. He wasn't the high achieving student in academics as he was in athletics. Annabeth had never properly spoken to him before.

What was she doing here?

Annabeth blinked hard and grab the doorknob but stopped. She needed to get out of here. Whatever reason she was here for, it couldn't be good. But just as she was about to open the door, footsteps passed and caused her to recoil, being scared that someone would open the door. Her hand left the doorknob and shakily stared around the room some more. It seemed practically harmless. It was messy, sure, but harmless all the same.

Walking up to the closet door, she quietly opened it to reveal a closet full of clothes suited for a boy. T-shirts, jackets, hoodies, shorts and pants. Just as she was about to close the door, she stopped, there was a mirror on the door.

Annabeth's heart dropped when she saw what she did.

Staring back at her was not her own face, but the same black haired, sea green eyed boy from the pictures.

She wasn't Annabeth Chase.

She was Percy Jackson.