Hey Guys! I wrote this before I knew about fanfiction. Being a huge fan I decided to post it. It is an incomplete story, but I'm going to finish it up. This is only my second fanfic!

"Annabeth! Get out of bed!" Some one yelled from downstairs.

''Noooo..." I groan, rolling over in my bed onto my face. I lay there for a few minutes before finally dragging myself out of bed. Standing up I push the hair out of my face, hoping to untangle some knots. As I stumble out of my room I hit my shoulder on my door frame. "Oww." I said quietly. Walking into the bathroom I grab a towel from the cupboard and turn on the shower. Steam started filling the bathroom as I closed the door. I turn on the little radio I kept in there, turning the small dial on the side, trying to find a radio station that wasn't on commercial break. A song came slipping through the radio static. I smiled tuning it to perfection, it was one of my favorite songs, My Life Would Suck With Out You by Kelly Clarkson.

"Guess this means you're sorry, You're standing at my door. Guess this means you take back all you said before." I sing as I strip of my pajamas and step into the shower. I stand there and let the warm water drench me from head to toe before washing up, using my lemon scented shampoo and conditioner. When I was done I dried my self off, turned off the radio, wrapped my towel tightly around my torso and walked to my room. As I walked into my room I scowled. It was just an off white colored box. No decorations, no other colors, just blank walls. Maybe I should elaborate a little. You see I live with my Father, Frederick, My step-Mother, Carly (I know her name is Susan, but I wanted to change it) , and their twin sons Mathew and Bobby, wee devils more like it. My dad got a promotion at work and we had to move all the way across the country, from the out-skirts of Anaheim to the center of Manhattan. It wasn't bad, honestly. I mean I had to move away from my friends, my school, my California beach, all I ever knew. Okay maybe it was a little worse than I lead on. The only thing that I got to keep was my career. I am a teen superstar, as my manager put it. I, Annabeth Chase, double as the amazing Amelia Night. When I perform I wear blue contacts and a dark brown wig. I was devastated when dad said we were moving but he told me my manager, Tiffany, would have me work with the local radio station, 100.3, as a recording studio.

Anyway, back to the present. I walk over to my closet and ponder what to wear. Clothes, they were a big deal for a new girl. After a few minutes I picked out a pair of light blue skinny jeans, a fitted red t-shirt with a tight black hoodie and red Chuck Taylors. I dried my hair and ran a brush though it. My curls bounced back into their original position. I got dressed and swiped my lips with my honey flavored chapstick, it was clear so it showed no color when you put it on, making it my favorite. I made my way over to my full length mirror that hung on the back wall of my closet and looked at my self. I would've never ever dress like this at my old school, I had an image to I get the chance to start over, a clean slate. At my old school I was the football teams Captain's Girlfriend. So in other words I was in a relationship but I was alone all the time. When we were moving I used it as a perfect chance to break up with him. Here, all of that was gone, I can be whoever I want to be, but most of all I could be me. I turned slightly and stared at my self in the mirror. My long blonde curls cascaded down my back, my eyes a stormy grey color. I smiled at my self and grabbed my backpack from my bed and shouldered it. A high-pitched beeping noise filled the room. My phone signaling that someone had texted me. I grabbed my iPhone5 (Ah the perks of being the oldest) off my desk and looked at the text.

"Look out the window Annie."

Wait, What? Not only is that just creepy but no one, I mean, No one calls me Annie. The only person who is allowed to call me that is Thalia. And who the hell knows where she is. Walking down the stairs I smell french toast, my absolute favorite. I swing open the kitchen door really dramatically, causing my step-mom, Carly, to look at me with wide eyes.

"Where are they?" I ask in a whisper yell.

"Where's what, Annabeth?" Carly asks, but points to a plate on the counter with her spatula. I smile devilishly and run twords it with my hands waving in the air. I grab the plate and hold it close.

"Me precious..." I say sounding exactly like Smeagal, pretending to stroke the plate. Carly just laughs and rolls her eyes at me. I laugh along with her and drop the act, sitting down on a stool underneath the kitchen bar thingy. Then my father walks in with his nose buried into todays newspaper, muttering to himself.

"Frederick you're muttering again." Carly reminded focusing on making breakfast.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, sorry dear." He says looking up at us. His eyes looked over me as he smiled. "Annabeth" he said softly giving me a hug.

"Morning Dad." I say giving him a smile.

"Good Morning." He says pulling away from our embrace, walking over to the table. "So, are you excited for your first day at Goode?"

"Yeah, I guess. I mean I'm more nervous that anything." I admitted, smiling nervously.

"You shouldn't be dear." Carly said handing me a fork. " All you gotta do is be yourself."

I look down and manage to mumble " But what if they find out?"

"Then we will figure something out. We always do." He said putting a hand on my shoulder. I smile at him and take a big bite of my french toast. Only to be interrupted by my phone buzzing in my pocket. Another text.

'' Are you gonna look or what?"

"Hey dad do you know who 678-999-8212 is? They have texted my twice now today." I said showing him the texts.

He smiled a little. "No, but it wouldn't hurt to look now, would it?"

"Ugh. Fine. I'll look, but if there's a sniper out there waiting for me I want it put at my funeral that it was your fault." I said walking out of the kitchen twords the living room.

"But that's mine! I want it!"

"Yeah well I need, and it's mine too!"

'Ugh brothers...' I thought. walking into the living room to see that they are wrestling each other, over an action figure.

"Mathew! Bobby! Must you fight with each other? It's loud and just plain annoying." I asked them walking over to the window.

"But he stole it!" Bobby argued.

"It's mine too!" Mathew complained.

"Use the five-minute rule." I told them pulling back the curtains. My jaw hit the floor. Outside my house there was a blue '67 Mercury Cougar parked on the street with a gothic looking girl leaning up against it, smiling at me. Her hair was shoulder length, black and cut choppy. She had on a green 'Simple Plan' shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, green vans to match her shirt, and a black fitted leather jacket to top it all off. I rush over to the front door and throw it open.

"Thalia?" I asked walking up to her.

"Long time no see, Annie girl." Thalia replied, showing off a big smirk.

It's kind of a cliff hanger but I wanted to ask. Should I continue? Let me know in a review or you can PM me!

Thanks for reading. Please review/ follow, whatever you want.

From your Wallflower,

Ziley-Rose :)