I do not own most of the characters in this story.
Hello guys! This is my first fan fiction, if you like it please leave a review! Note: I will not use all characters from the books, some might have different names, and some characters might be described differently.
I woke up by the faint sound of the radio. Looking up, I realised that we had already gotten to New York.
-Piper, let go!
-No, you let go!
I sighed at the sound of my two younger siblings, Piper and Gerald, fighting noisily about what seemed to be a toy robot. Trying to shut them out, I plugged in my earphones and listened to some good old Barbra Streisand.
-Annabeth, we're here now! I could hear my father shout over the screams of my brother and sister.
I got out of the car and looked up at the five story building. It looked plain with its beige colouring and simple windows. I would have made it so much better, if I would have been the architect.
It was still a few days until the new term started. My family's apartment was in the centre of New York, and Goode high school (where I was supposed to spend the coming three years of my life) only a few blocks away and within walking distance.
It was amazing how much things could actually change in a couple of months. Three months ago I would still have been happy and calm in our old house. Then my stepmother wanted to move nearer to, what she called, 'the heart of New York'. Dad would do anything for her, so of course we moved.
The gentle breeze playing with my hair and the sun warmed my face. It was a beautiful day. I took of my earphones and then we went up to the third story.
The flat was nice, actually. I had a big room with plenty of place for my desk, bookshelf, bed and closet. I also managed to squeeze in my keyboard. I even had a little balcony and a private bathroom. We also had a nice, spacey kitchen with rustic furniture. Piper and Gerald had there own rooms.
Yet for some reason, I was sad. I guess it was from parting with my friends. Yes, they were very few, but they were my friends. And with parting from Luke. I didn't possibly know how to cope without him. I guess I had to find a way though, because he lived in California, and that's basically across the US.
We only broke up two weeks ago, Luke and I. Mutually agreeing that a long distance relationship probably wouldn't work, we thought it best to end it there and then. But that didn't mean that it didn't hurt. Not at all.
I decided to do one of the only things I knew could clear my thoughts. Sitting down at the keyboard, I started to play 'Grenade' by Bruno Mars. Soon I was singing to it too. Though it didn't take long before I heard 'Annabeth! Stop that horrible noise!'. My stepmom, Helen, knew just how to make me angry.
I clenched my fists, took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
"Great "I thought. "New York will great. Not at all boring or irritating. Not at all.."
Thanks for reading! I know it's a little short, but it will be longer if I know someone's reding it! So please leave a review, I will continue the story if I get 1 review.
