Percy POV
I smiled to myself as I walked into my new school, looking at the perfect girl beside me. Her blonde curls shone in the sunlight, and her usually stormy grey eyes sparkled with joy at the idea of school. I, on the other hand, was only looking forward to the lunch bell, and seeing Piper and Jason again, after our last battle.
Suddenly, Annabeth's eyes sprung open, and she darted towards her school's doors.
"Why the hurry, Wise Girl?" I asked.
"We only have 7 minutes left to get to the classroom!" She replied."We have to get there before our teacher!"
I shook my head as I sprinted after her, earning some very strange looks from the teachers and students. When I caught up with her, she was about to enter the classroom. I followed her into my new school for the next few years, or until I blew something up.
"Wow." I breathed.
If I thought the Battle in Tartarus was chaos, this was something else. This was nothing like how I remebered school.
A group of boys was having a paper fight, using crumpled up pieces of paper as missiles – I only just managed to dodge one aimed for my head as I entered the room. There was a whole gang of the – I'm guessing – 'popular' girls perched on their desks, doing their make-up. How one girl can have so much make-up on her face at once is a mystery to me, but somehow they managed it. In the far corner, Piper and Jason were making out. What a lovely welcome from Montauk High.
As the clock on the wall slowly ticked towards 8:30, I started walking to the place where I had last seen Annabeth. Where was she?
I fully entered the room, my eyes searching for Annabeth. What if a monster had taken her alive? What if Luke was still alive and he had kidnapped her? Did she have her invisibility hat with her this morning?
One of the corner of my eye, I noticed the cheerleaders stop applying make-up, but I ignored it, and didn't think anything of it.
Just then, I noticed Annabeth standing in the corner of the room, the corner with a bookshelf. She was gazing at the books with a look of awe in her eyes at the intriguing (for some)sight of the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. I grinned to myself – sometimes she was so like her mother.
Without a sound, I crept up behind her. She obviously didn't notice me because she was too absorbed in the books. I grinned again, and crept up right behind her.
"Boo!" I whispered.
Annabeth whipped out her knife, and pressed it to my neck. Luckily for my neck, she soon let go.
