A/N : Hooray! This is the long awaited sequel (not really) to "Nico's Summer Diary". So yay and stuff.

I was given permission to write this, by my good friend April Mayz. It's pretty much the same story, but in Ann's point of view. I can and will still add cliffhangers though, because I'm amazing like that. You won't even see it coming.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer; I, Ann, do not own PJO.

(P.S. If you haven't read "Nico's Summer Diary" first, read that before this).

June 16th, 2010
Dear Ninth Grade English Teacher, (Sorry, I forgot your name),

This is so stupid. Honestly, who comes in, and tells the class you are going to have NEXT YEAR, that they need to do HOMEWORK over the SUMMER. And to make it worse, it's a journal!

It's already bad enough I fail at school (ADHD) and English (ADHD and dyslexia). How much to you have to humiliate me?

And we have to write in it every day. Does that seem fair to you? I think not, future English teacher. So I can honestly say I don't like you very much. I swear, all that's ever going to be written in this stupid thing is, "I got to be waitress today," or "I had today off," because nothing ever exciting happens.

I hope this turns out to be a very boring read.

~Ann Yilita

June 24th, 2010

Dear Mrs. Whatsyourface,

See, I told you. I bet the past eight days have been so boring to read about. Maybe you won't put the poor future eighth graders through this torture.

Anyways, my birth dad called today. See, I live with my mom, and my step dad. My birth dad calls every so often, asking if I could come live with him, or at least visit.

Each time, mom doesn't let me talk to him. And each time, it's a no.

I wish I could just talk to him, because I hate my step dad.

Too bad this wasn't a poetry assignment or anything. I have a lot of emotions (like hate), and isn't that what poetry is all about? Love and hate?

I think I wouldn't be too bad at that…

~Ann Yilita

July 1st, 2010

Dear Torturer,

You won't believe this, because I can't. I actually made a friend today! An honest to goodness friend. (Well, that's what it seems like anyway). It's been a long time since I've had someone to hang out with, or talk to. Starbuck Washington isn't a very… exciting place. I can't wait to get out of here. Plus, all the kids that go to school go to cool places during the summer. And guess who gets stuck working? Yeah, that's right.

Anyways, back on the subject.

It when down like this: I was hanging out at the lake because I had the rest of the afternoon off. And like I already said, there was no kids my age at all during the summer. And then, all of a sudden, there was one! He had long(ish) dark brown hair, and was still wearing a life jacket. He was standing maybe two feet off the beach, looking down at the water.

It took like, five minutes for him to finally notice me. After that, I casually (it was casual, I swear!) got closer.

Him: Hey.

Me: Hi.

Him: My name's Nico. Nico di Angelo.

So he had a name.

Me: I'm Ann. Ann Yilita.

Nico: Sweet.

I found it quite funny that he needed a life jacket for water that was two inches deep.

Me: Are you scared of drowning in ankle-deep water?

Nico: Oh… uh… no. I was just on a SeeDoo and I just… er…

He started struggling with the vest, trying to take it off. I smiled, finding the situation quite hilarious.

Me: I was kidding. Can you swim?

Nico: Uh. Yeah.

Me: Race ya!

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, a took off, and as soon as the water got deep enough, I swam. I waited for about two minutes until Nico finally arrived at the finish line. After we were there, we started to talk.

Me: You on vacation?

Nico: Yeah, you?

(You know what? This is too hard, trying to not follow English rules by doing dialogue like this. Screw it).

"No," I replied, "I live here." Unfortunately, I added to myself.

"No way," he looked interested, "Awesome."

"Not really." I cast my eyes down at the water gravely, "My parents work for KOA, which owns this place. I usually have to work in the Kampstore or restaurant as a waitress or in the kitchen. I love it here when I'm off though."

We stopped talking then, because two older teenagers came out of nowhere to tell Nico they need to go.

"Bye," he told me, and started to swim off with the other two.

I gave a slight wave a smiled grimly. For the rest of the day, I pretty much swam.

How's that for an entry, English teacher? Ha. Maybe I can do this…

~Ann Yilita

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Peace out peoples.

~Ann
(N/R icoroxs)