Okay, so this is my first story that I've let other people (other than a few friends) read, so I welcome all feedback! All rights to Rick Riordan (Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus and Kane Chronicles), Ally Carter (Gallagher Girls), and Pickles_25 (super-awesome person, I suggest you follow and read her works!). All characters and places not belonging to Ally Carter or Rick Riordan belong to Pickles_25. This is based off of a story by Pickles_25, just someone else's point of view, and a few different events. If you are confused while reading, I suggest you read her work Love and Chaos: Seer of the Generation. There are a few changes that I have made from her story to mine, but they should not effect the overall story. Hope you enjoy!

Hey all you awesome people (yes, you, lovely readers)! Thanks for reading this! Anyways, I'm Abigail, Liz Jackson's friend (from the mortal world-ooh, scary!). She told me it might help to write, to get all my thoughts down on paper. I've had a tough year (as you probably know if you've read Love and Chaos Book 1: Seer of the Generation (hint hint). So here it is. And I apologize in advance for any misunderstandings due to the bad handwriting.

          I remember the first day of 8th grade so clearly, one of the clearest memories of my life (which, believe me, include a lot of clear and unclear memories, not all good). I woke up at 5 (yeah, I'm a morning person) and took about an hour trying to decide what to wear. That's really unusual for me, because I honestly don't care about clothes or any of that stuff. I thought about texting Liz, but I didn't know if she'd be up and didn't want to bother her. I guess that means I'm on my own. But today was special. This guy I'd been in love with (for nearly 4 years!) was starting middle school as a 7th grader, so I REALLY wanted to make a good impression. His name's Andrew Schuster, and I knew him from karate, but he never really seemed to pay much attention to me.

Finally, I picked out this dress that I had worn to a banquet this summer. Andrew had seen me in it and, I admit, I looked pretty dang good. It was this short little black sleeveless dress made out of this silky-ish material. My curly blond hair was just brushing the tops of my shoulders, and with my makeup done (covered up by my glasses), it looked pretty nice. But still, I was SO nervous. I had never been good about understanding guys (I mean, I can't even understand myself, how do you expect me to understand something as foreign as boys???) and never gotten any to like me, but I was convinced he would be the one. I called it my Ginny-Weasley-Theory (yes, from Harry Potter). He started liking her after she had spent 4 years liking him. The same should work for me, right? (Hint, it didn't)

After I had done all that and eaten I checked my phone. Turns out Liz is up as early as I am. She texted me, asking, "Ready for your first day of your last year of middle school? And in Novi? L" Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. I'm moving at the end of this year. From Novi, Michigan to Metro-Atlanta, Georgia. Pretty big change.

          I texted back saying, "Sure, I guess. A bit sad, but I'll be okay. What are you wearing for the first day of school?"

          A reply came back quickly. "A new dress I got from XXI. What about you, Oracle? Gonna impress da sevie?" 'Oracle' was Liz's nickname for me. She says it's cause I'll take Rachel Elizabeth Dare's place when she goes to Camp Half-Blood. 'Da sevie' is Andrew Schuster since he's a seventh grader, and that's what people call them here (sevies, not 'da sevie').

          "I'm wearing the dress from the summer," I replied, walking out to the bus stop with my brother, who will also be starting as a sevie.

The conversation ensued all the way to school, where I got off, nervous. Thankfully, I spotted Liz not too far away. As I got closer I realized that she was talking to Alex Perry, the guy she liked. Well, at first they were talking. Then they started kissing. That was pretty awkward, but really funny and cute too, especially because Liz turned bright red after. We all started walking into the school together, talking and just being us, when something happened. I'm still not quite sure exactly what, but this gigantic wave of heat poured over us. I looked to Liz, ready to spring into action to save whoever needed saving.

"Alex! Get all the mortals safely outside. Oracle, try to find any demigods or satyrs and have them all together. I'll meet you," she instructed us. With that, I ran further into the school, looking for anyone that might be a demigod or satyr, although I wasn't sure how she knew I'd be able to find them.

I did, eventually, find the 3 satyrs of the school: Kiran and 2 other nameless guys that I didn't know. I was pretty surprised (and annoyed) about Kiran being a satyr. He could be nice, I guess, but he's just really annoying. But now I guess I have to be nice to him because he's a stupid satyr (no offense to any other satyrs-I'm sure you're all lovely people, er, goats, er, satyrs). I brought them back to where Liz had been standing just to find Alex sobbing over a pile of rubble.

Fearing the worst, I pulled him aside and started my own unique interrogation method: shaking them until they spill. If they don't, I resort to my nails (which everyone tells me are lethal). "What's wrong? Who's hurt? Is everyone all right? Are you okay?"

"No none's hurt, everyone is not all right, and I am most certainly NOT OKAY!!!"

I decided to practice my calm voice, "Okay, now why not?"

"BECAUSE LIZ IS DEAD, THAT'S WHY!" Okay, so now is about when I started freaking out more than he was, if that was possible. I don't remember much other than sobbing and trying to claw my way through the rubble because that's obviously where she was.

Later that day, there was a small memorial service for Liz. Alex and I sat together, along with another one of our friends, Sarah. We were all crying, although I'm not sure who was crying more, it was kinda hard to tell through all the tears, to be perfectly honest.

Alex turned to me and just started talking, which I know is the best way to help someone get over trauma. He whispered, "How did it overtake her like that?"

"I don't know. Something doesn't feel right about it, like I'd feel her death, except I didn't." It was so sad, seeing poor Alex, completely heartbroken, wring his hands in distress as if he held Death's neck between them. I knew I had to say something. "Hey, it's gonna be okay. We're gonna handle this together."

I put my arm around him for comfort as he said, "No one has ever loved me like she did...All the waiting to end in tragedy..." His tears, which had stopped when talking to me, began to flow once more. I put my head on his shoulder and just tried to forget.

The next month was pretty hard. I somehow managed to get through all my classes without completely falling apart, but I was barely holding myself together. My only distraction was Alex. Every day, we met at the public library and studied, but mainly just talked. Now, normally, my parents would be pretty wary of me doing anything with a guy, but I think they let me do whatever so I didn't completely fall apart on them.

One of those times stands out particularly clearly in my mind. It was the first time he kissed me. I forget why, he just leaned over and did it real quick. Well, any thoughts of studying kind of left my mind at that point (and I'm sure his). Eventually, I got the feeling like someone was watching us. Like I was caught doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing. Alex must have felt the same feeling, because he abruptly turned away, saying, "Abby, I have to go..."

I couldn't bear to have yet another important person in my life just leave, so I said, "No... Lizzy left, please don't go too..."

"I wish I could stay. But I failed to protect her and now there's someone else to wait seven years to actually meet. You'll be moving at the end of the year anyways; we'd be saying goodbye one way or another."

Great, he just had to bring up the bloody (yes, I love British words :D ) move. Like I don't think about it and stress out about it enough already. But he had a point. "I can't move. Or stay. I can't be here. Novi isn't home; I have to leave..."

"I have to leave also," he said, making sure to kiss me one last time before getting up and walking away.