i ran up to jake, and we shared how our summer has been. he introduced me to his parents. his mother had blonde hair and grey eyes. his father had jet black hair and green eyes. like dad and AL. "hi, im Annabeth, jakes mom." "im percy, obviously his father." "Lily. Lily Potter." "So.. cani meet your parents? and your brothers?" "i have to warn you. AL and Jay are... well.... there just... youll see."

i grabed his hand, and took in his appearence. he had grown taller, his black hair was still in a cut like als (yes, a skater cut), and his stormy grey eyes still got me all dreamy. no! lily you cant fall for him! hes your best mate!

"hey, dad, mum? this is Jake Jackson." "ello, im Ginny, her mother." "oh, wha? oh- im Harry, her father obviously." his eyes widened at the sight of dad. i could tell that dad thought it was going to be 'oh, your Harry Potter!' but i was incorrect, s was dad. "Holy cow! you look just like my dad!" hey... he does.. his parents came over, and jay asked dad and Mr. Jackson, "Are you two twins or something?" "No, my father.. hes actually you know totally diffrent person. posideo-" his wif glared at him. "yea. my parents are dead." "oh, im so sorry to hear about that. my father is too. died when i was sixteen." "my parents were murdered when i was one." "again, im sorry. that happened to me, my dad was murdered." "how was he murdered, mom? i never knew." "oh. apparently a villian called Voldie- something killed him with some curse." " same here." they all began talking, and Jakes older sister, Doms age (sixteen) came and said, "this ice cream is really interesting... what flavor is it exactly?"

"unicorn poo." "oh my gods... really?" "no just messing with you. im james. or jay, Lils brother.' more like sister. "Skylar. or Sky. so. you uh...single?" we all looked taken aback at that answer. "Uh.. yea.. wanna walk with me?" "Sure." they went off, and i said, "hopefully it doesnt work out." 'Why?" "wouldnt it be awkward? if we ever dated?" " Yea.. it woud be.."

jay broke his wand this summer (hes so idiotic! i mean, who puts there wand in there back pocket?), and we had to go to Ollivanders. my whole house hold family went with, and the old bloke started naming off our wands and stuff. now, i havent told anybody my wand core. its... weird.. but hey! im in Tribeca. how weird can my life get?

"ms. potter.. hmm.. lets see.. tweleve inches long, pine from Thalias pine tree on half blood hill in Massachuttess... core of a minutaur hair and its nice and strong... a powerful young witch you are, ms. potter." awkward.... right?

okay. so, i know what your thinking. oh, your wand is Greek! ill assure you. i, or the wand for that matter arent greek. jake is. and now im starting to wonder if theres something about jake. something not normal. but theres something about me, too and once i find out, ill be making sure that this will be finished before the end of the year.

as if anything could ever be normal in my life.