Thalia

You probably expect me to tell you my first impression of Percy that came when I woke up. What was I thinking when I saw Percy? Well, you might think I hated him at first sight, or I thought we could be friends. Truthfully, I was too tired and confused to even think about him.

My first real impression of Percy Jackson was in the infirmary.

A girl that looked like an older version of Annabeth came in to see me, only seconds after I had laid down.

She ran in and threw her arms around me.

"Thalia," She said smiling.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said. "Who are you and why are you hugging me?"

"Thalia, it's me." She said. "It's Annabeth."

"That… that… that's not possible. Annabeth's seven years old not…"

"Fourteen?" She asked. "Yeah, Thalia I was seven. Seven years ago."

"Where's Luke?" I asked. "He's okay, right?"

Annabeth grew a sudden interest in her shoes. "He's alive and well, if that's what you mean."

"Where's Luke?" I asked again.

"He's gone." She said. "He left."

There was clearly more to that story, but she didn't elaborate.

I would have insisted for details if the boy who had called himself Percy hadn't ran in.

"Is she alright?" He asked.

"She can talk for herself." I said. "And yes, I'm fine."

Annabeth grinned like a child. "I've missed you Thalia."

Percy threw his arms around her. They were clearly great friends. They reminded me of Luke and I.

That was my first impression of Percy Jackson.

So I decided Percy Jackson is a replacement.

I didn't see Percy Jackson for another week after our first meeting.

The day I came out of the infirmary.

Annabeth and I walked down to the cabins and she gave me the tour.

"And over there is the volleyball court," She said.

Percy Jackson himself came barreling towards us from an old, wooden cabin.

"Annabeth," he said. Then, he noticed me, "Oh, hey Thalia."

"What is it, Percy?" Annabeth asked.

"Apparently the Stolls put spiders in the Athena cabin."

"I'm going to kill them," she said. "Find someone to get the spiders out."

She ran off towards the same cabin Percy had come out of.

"So…" He said awkwardly.

"You're the Son of… Poseidon, right?" I asked.

"Yup," he said.

"Cool."

"Yeah."

"Sure."

"So…"

"So…" I said.

"Yeah…"

"Who are the Stolls?" I finally asked trying to start some sort of conversation.

"Sons of Hermes."

"Cool…"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Annabeth will kill them."

"Definitely."

"Yeah…"

"So…"

This conversation was going absolutely nowhere.

So I decided Percy Jackson is awkward.

Next, was after the fight with the manticore, Dr. Thorn. Zoë had just left.

"The nerve of those Hunters!" I said. "They think they're so… Argh!"

"I'm with you," Percy said. "I don't trust-"

"Oh, you're with me," I cut him off. "What were you thinking back there in the gym, Percy?" I realized how angry I was at him. "You'd take on Dr. Thorn all by yourself? You knew he was a monster!"

"I-"

"If we'd stuck together, we could've taken him without the Hunters getting involved. Annabeth might still be here. Did you think of that?"

I felt slightly bad, but I was right.

So I decided Percy Jackson is irresponsible.

And after Capture the Flag.

"Perseus Jackson!" I yelled. "What in the name of the gods were you THINKING?"

"I got the flag, Thalia!" He yelled back. "I saw a chance and I took it!"

"I WAS AT THEIR BASE!" I screamed. "But the flag was gone. If you hadn't butted in, we would have won."

"You had too many on you!"

"Oh, so it's my fault?"

"I didn't say that."

"Argh!" I pushed him and he flew back ten feet.

I paled. "Sorry! I didn't mean to-"

A wave erupted and soaked me from head to toe.

"Yeah," He growled. "I didn't mean to, either."

"Enough!" Chiron said.

"You want some, Seaweed Brain?" I taunted.

"Bring it on, Pinecone Face."

So I decided Percy Jackson is headstrong.

(A/N I'm so so so sos sos sos sosossossosososso so sorry for taking so long. I wans't sure where to start. Also I'm sorry it's so short. And for saying so, so many times. So, bye.)