Hey sorry guys! I got super busy with school and completely forgot about this story. A lot of you had some very interesting prank ideas that make me feel bad for anyone who messes with you. XD

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Annabeth's POV

"Hey, Annabeth," someone said from behind me. I turned around, already recognizing the voice but hoping I was wrong. Of course I was right; I never had any luck. It was Shelby. What was she doing here at camp? Better question: what the heck was she doing with a gun? My eyes widened and I took a step back, only to trip over a makeup kit? There was no way I was in the Athena cabin. Maybe Aphrodite's? That would definitely explain all of the posters of celebrities like Taylor Lautner and Alex Pettyfer on the walls.

"What do you want, Shelby?"I growled. I'm not sure what it was, maybe the fact that this girl had been a jerk to me and blackmailed the guy I loved into dating her, but she always brought out the worst in me. She raised her gun, aiming directly for my face. I froze, waiting for a chance to get away.

"I think you know what I want. You stole my boyfriend. I want revenge." She pulled the trigger and I closed my eyes, waiting for it to hit me. Something gooey covered my face and shirt, definitely not a bullet. I opened my eyes to find that I was covered with paint. Shelby didn't have a real gun- it was a paint gun.

"You'd better sleep with one eye open, Chase," Shelby said. "I will get him back." And with that, she was gone.

My eyes snapped open as I scanned the room, but no one else was there. Yep, just another in the series of crazy, Shelby-filled dreams I'd been having ever since graduation. I had no idea why, or if there was any meaning behind them, but I honestly didn't want to know. She was finally out of my life for good and my subconscious mind would figure it out eventually.

"Oh, good, you're awake," a voice said. I sat up and turned my head to see Malcolm making his bed. "I was hoping you'd help me clean out the pegasi stables."

I snorted. "Yeah, I don't think so. What time is it?"

"A little after nine. You might want to get up and straighten up a little bit for the cabin inspection. Your boyfriend isn't doing it this time, so you're not getting any leniency."

I rolled my eyes. "I told you before, Malcolm- Percy knows he can't give us a better grade just because I'm his girlfriend."

"Trust me, he knows better than to get on your bad side."

"I'm sure he does," I muttered as I threw back the sheets and got up. I took a few minutes to make my bed and then went over to my trunk to pull out some clothes for the day, my toothbrush, toothpaste, and my hairbrush. I walked outside of the cabin, telling Malcolm I'd see him at breakfast, and headed over to the bathroom. A few other girls were in there getting ready, but most were already at breakfast. I remembered when I was little and had to stand in line forever just to brush my hands because all the Aphrodite campers always hogged the mirrors, but luckily they had their own mirrors in their cabin now, so I didn't have to worry about that.

I set my clothes down on the counter and spread toothpaste onto my toothbrush. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I started brushing. My hair was in its usual morning frizzy mess and dried drool sat on one side of my lip. Yuck. Okay, so saying I'm not Barbie would be a huge understatement, but I learned a while back that maybe I didn't want to be.

About fifteen minutes later, I was dressed in my usual camp attire: a T-shirt, blue jean shorts, tennis shoes, and a ponytail in my hair. After putting my dirty laundry back in my cabin, I headed to the mess hall. The weather was great- clear sky, about 70 degrees with only a little bit of wind. Looked like Zeus was in a good mood.

"Hey, Annabeth!" Julie said from beside me. I wasn't sure where she'd come from, but somehow she'd ended up walking next to me. She hadn't changed much in the past month and still found her own way of personalizing her camp clothes. Today, she had on black shorts with a pair of bright orange neon knee-highs with her tennis shoes that matched her Camp Half-Blood shirt. Her hair was pulled back into two braids, which I was sure would come undone before lunch.

"Hey, Juls, what's up?"

"Oh, nothing really, just heading to breakfast. Have you seen Trevor?" I glanced at her and saw her boyfriend tiptoeing a few steps behind her. He put his finger up to his lips, signaling me to keep my mouth shut. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and decided to play along.

"Trevor? Nope," I lied, just as he threw his arms around Julie's waist, causing her to scream and pull her new dagger from her belt. I know what you're thinking. I didn't want to give her a weapon either, but both of them had actually done pretty well in training and Chiron had insisted that it was best for them to have them in the case of an emergency.

"Whoa!" Trevor shouted, throwing his hands up in surrender. "Chill out, it's just me!"

Julie put her dagger away and sighed in relief. "Trevor! Why would you do that? I could have killed you!"

"Excuse me for not knowing that trying to hang out with my girlfriend could be fatal," Trevor said sarcastically.

"Well, maybe if you would just come up and say hi like a normal person, you wouldn't get that kind of reaction." We were walking again and I listened to Trevor and Julie talk about some weird dream Trevor had last night.

"So then the dog told me if I wanted to live, I had to make him some roast beef. So I started to make it, but then there was this loud rumbling noise and I was attacked by-"

"Monsters?" Julie asked. She seemed to be intrigued. "The dog?"

"Nope. I was attacked by pancakes. I'm not sure where they came from, but they were everywhere and kept coming at me like dodge balls."

"Wow," Julie muttered, thinking that over in her head. "So what happened next?"

"I was squirted with syrup. And then I woke up. Hey, Annabeth, didn't you say something about dreams meaning something?"

"Trevor," I said. "Somehow I doubt your dream means anything."

"I know," he snorted. "I'm not an idiot." The look on his face made it obvious that he was lying, but I didn't feel like questioning him. We walked into the pavilion and, to Trevor's great joy, we were having pancakes for breakfast.

"Ha!" he exclaimed as he put a stack on his plate. "My dream doesn't mean anything, Annabeth? For once, you were wrong! I can tell the future!" He poured syrup on top and followed Julie to the Demeter table. I rolled my eyes and got my breakfast. Since Trevor was a son of Kronos and we didn't have a table for him, Chiron agreed to let him sit wherever he wanted, and of course he chose to sit with Julie. Sadly, Percy still had to sit at the Poseidon table even though he was the only one there half the time, but at least Tyson was there to keep him company this summer.

I sat down with my brothers and sisters at the corner of the Athena table next to eleven year old Melody, who was telling Keith all about her argument with a history professor. I was just about to dig into my pancakes when something soft hit my forehead. I looked down to see a piece of pancake smothered in syrup on my lap and then looked around until I caught Percy's eye. He was biting down on his bottom lip, trying not to laugh, as he waved at me. I looked around for something to throw back and decided that the perfect weapon was sitting on my plate. Rather than just grabbing a piece of the pancake, I grabbed a whole one, but he wasn't at his table anymore.

I looked around to see that he was standing at the main table getting more and wasn't even looking in my direction. I figured it would be the perfect time and sent it flying through the air only for him to step back at the last minute. Instead of hitting my target, the pancake hit Trevor, who had been standing next to him, and his eyes widened. Well, what do you know? Trevor was right; his dream did come true. Well, part of it did, at least; I wasn't so sure about the talking dog part. Percy looked at me and grinned, shaking his head at my failure. Oh, well, I could always get him back later.

"Who threw that?" Mr. D roared. Oh, great, it looked like I was in trouble. Everyone froze and most looked at me.

"Thanks, guys," I mumbled as I slowly raised my hand.

"Annabelle," he began. "You know the rules. No throwing food. As much as I would like for you to all get into a fight and hate each other, rules are rules and we must follow them. You're on kitchen duty for the next week."

"It's not her fault," Percy jumped in. "I started it."

"Nice try, Peter, but I know what you're doing. Your girlfriend is a big girl; I think she'll be fine on her own."

"But I'm not lying! I-" Percy protested, but Mr. D wouldn't listen.

"How about this? Annabelle can have kitchen duty for the next two weeks. Are we going to make it any longer?" He looked back and forth between the two of us, but we both stayed quiet. "Good. Now get back to eating." He sat back down and every started talking again. Percy looked at me apologetically and I smiled slightly. How bad could kitchen duty be?

"This is horrible!" I complained to my boyfriend as he helped me clean up the plates from lunch. Mr D had already gone back to the Big House, so he didn't know Percy was helping, but the job still wasn't at all fun.

"I'm sorry," he said as he grabbed another plate. "I thought you would have been a little more discrete about getting revenge." I would have punched his arm if we weren't carrying glass plates.

"You know, maybe you should just go practice sword fighting or something. I bet Trevor won't mind having someone to test his new sword out on."

"Sorry," he muttered. "I just- I don't know, I…" he continued talking, but I stopped listening. Someone- no, two people- were walking over the hill, one carrying two huge bags. I strained my eyes, trying to make out who it was. I don't know why I wanted to know; we got new campers all the time and I never paid much attention. I heard someone running and looked to see Julie coming at me with a shocked and somewhat horrified look on her face.

"Annabeth! Percy!" she exclaimed as she skidded to a stop next to us. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath and I had a bad feeling.

"What is it, Julie?" Percy asked.

She pointed to the hill. "Look."

"Grover brought back a new camper. So what?" he asked.

"Not just any camper," Julie explained. "It's Shelby." I was sure I'd be yelled at later for dropping all of the plates in my hands, but I didn't care at the moment. Shelby was back, just like in my dreams. She was a half-blood. Oh my gods.

And the drama shall begin in the next chapter! Yay! :D Thanks for reading and please review! :D

Oh and in case you're wondering, the dream at the beginning (Annabeth's, not Trevor's- I honestly have no idea where his came from) was inspired by a dream I had a few months ago where a girl asked Percy to go out with him and he said no, so she pulled out a gun and started trying to shoot everyone. Yeah, weird, I know. Actually, that's kind of what gave me the idea for the story, so if you like it so far, you have my crazy dreams to thank!