Annabeth POV

I stared out the window in my bedroom into the chilly San Francisco night. Everything was silent, the crickets chirping their happy song. A midnight breeze blew my curly honey blonde hair up and brought in a strong aroma of flowers growing in the front yard. Disturbing the crickets' singing, my phone vibrated on my bedside table. In the darkness of my bedroom, my cell was easy to spot. Making sure my door was closed; I turned on my light and read who it was from. In bright blue letters, it read PERCY. Opening the text, I wondered why Percy was texting me at 12:01 AM. In capital letters, Percy had put, ANNABETH U NEED 2 COME 2 CAMP NOW! He had apparently had taken more than a couple of seconds to type this, because everything was spelled right, and that was an almost impossible thing for Percy to do. I quickly texted back, Y? A couple minutes later instead of a text back, he called me. "Annabeth there's trouble~" and then Percy got cut off, and sounds like someone was crinkling a potato chip back echoed into the phone.