Hey guys! I'm back with a new story that I hopefully won't give up on this time around. Oh, and just so we're clear, Percy and the gang are mortals and don't know each other. I know, another cliché fanfic, but hey, give it a shot, eh?

I don't own Percy Jackson, Avatar, or anything you've heard of. Now on with the show!

When I was lying down in bed, recovering from a big blow in my heart and in my life, I started having these dreams. These dreams of flying over wide open water. I was free.

Sooner or later though, you always have to wake up.

(Can anyone guess where that quote is from? Guess right, and you get a cookie! Not really. I just thought it would fit right into the story. I do not own. Now on with the show! I like saying that.)

"Percy, wake up."
My eyes slowly opened and the world around me drifted into focus. After a few minutes, I remembered where I was. No flying, no freedom, just the solitude of my own room.

My name is Percy Jackson. I live with my mother, Sally Jackson, and my step-dad, Paul Blowfis. I never knew my dad, and I sort of like it better that way. I resent him. I lived here in New York my whole life, but I pretty much have no friends. My emo (kind-of) cousin, Nico, is pretty much my only friend.

Today was my first day of Goode High School, and I wasn't looking forward to it. At all.

"Percy, wake up! You're going to be late!" My mother called again. I groaned and rolled out of bed. After an hour of tired getting ready, I swallowed a piece of toast and headed out the door.

I had seen the high school everyday on my way to school, so I knew where it was. A sign that said "Have a Goode day" greeted me as I walked in, and I shivered. I could see I was already going to hate it here. You see, I wanted to go to the other high school, but since my step-father works here, I was forced to go here. Typical.

I wasn't free. I was forced to go to school here. If only I could actually fly…but I shook those thoughts away. I'm not a freak who flies, I'm a normal boy. Jeez, I sound like Pinocchio.

At this point, I was already at my locker. The halls were bustling, and I looked at my sheet. My locker was 416, right next to that weird-smelling guy. 13/34/32.

"Hello!" The guy said. He had curly brown hair and a small goatee.

"Hi." I said reluctantly.

"I'm Grover." He held out his hand. I shook it.

"Percy."

"Nice to meet you, Perce. Can I call you that?"

I smiled despite myself. "Sure."
Suddenly, a load of giggling caught my attention. I turned around and saw a sandy-haired guy surrounded by a whole group of girls. The popular guy, I guessed. But unlike the others, he looked uncomfortable, even irritated. And for this, I decided I liked him.

"That's Luke. He's pretty nice." Grover said. Then suddenly, the bell rang.

"What's your first class?" Grover said quickly.

I checked my list. "Brunner, Latin."

Grover laughed. "Me too!" He said. With joy and a bounce in his step, he led me to the class. I wondered if he ever had any friends before.

As soon as they walked into the classroom, Percy regretted it. All the students started whispering as soon as walked through the door.

"Percy. Take your seat." Mr. Brunner, in a wheelchair, said to him. Percy nodded and took a seat at the back of the class, Grover sitting next to him.

"You made quite an entrance there." Someone said next to him. He looked over and saw a girl with blonde hair and very tan staring at him. Her eyes were a stormy grey and seemed to look right into my soul.

"Yeah….what was that all about?"
"Small school. New student. It's typical here."
I frowned. "It's not that small."
"The last school I went to had four floors. This place is tiny in comparison.

Oh, I see. Just another snooty rich kid.

"I'm Annabeth." She said in a bored voice. "You're Percy, I'm guessing?"
I nodded, but before I could say more, the teacher started talking.

Pretty cool teacher, eh? Grover wrote in a note and passed it to me.

Totally. So what classes do you have?

Here. Grover slipped his timetable under the note. We had almost all of out classes together.

Will you two shut up? I'm trying to listen to the teacher. Annabeth wrote in very neat writing.

This is a note, Annabeth. We aren't talking.

The teacher is talking. So shut up.

Aw, come on Annabeth! Don't spoil our fun!

Hey, why did you right "Ms Luke Castellan" all over your notebook?

SHUT UP.

Guys, guys, tone it down! And Percy, you spelled write wrong.

Write wrong?

SHUT UP!

Right then, the bell rang. I packed up my stuff and bolted out of there.

"What's with that girl?" I asked Grover, packing my stuff into my locker.

"Oh, Annabeth? No, she's cool. She just takes some getting used to…she's…"
"Mentally challenged? Snooty? Stuck-up?"

"…right behind you."

Typical. I should have known. Sure enough, when I turned around, there she was. Her back was turned, but her hand was near her face. She was probably crying. Sure enough, when she turned around and ran off, she was crying.

I felt horrible. I felt like...like….

"Poop?" Grover said.

"Huh?"

"I could tell what you were thinking from your expression. You feel like poop."
"Okay, man, that's creepy."
Right then, the bell rang.
"Come on. Gym class. We're swimming today."
I felt my spirits lift. I adored the water.

"Is Annabeth is that class?"
Grover nodded. "So is Rachel. She's pretty cool. Wait 'till you meet her."
Little did I know, my day was about to get a whole lot more complicated.

That's chapter one! What did you think? Anyone you want to see? Anything you want to see happen? Read and review, and you get another cookie! Not really. TatianaBieber out.