A/N Hey mookitties! This is my 2nd fanfiction that I've started, and… it's Percabeth! I hope you enjoy, and review if you have questions, comments, or ideas!

Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own PJATO, or HoO. I just wish Uncle Rick would hand over the rights to his fans, but alas that's probably never going to happen.

Disclaimer: I own the plot and my original characters. Please PM me if you would like to use some of my characters or plot.

Annabeth's POV

I woke up to the sound of my phone's alarm clock. I had to use my phone, since I had broken all of my other alarm clocks throughout the week.

I stood up from my bed, missing the warmth the grey, owl printed cover gave me.

I soon realized why I had woke up so early. It was the first day at my new school, Goode High School.

I walked into my bathroom, and washed my face. I changed, putting on no makeup. I looked at myself in the mirror. My grey eyes stood out against what people would normally think me of.

I was taken out of my trance when someone knocked on my bedroom door.

"Annabeth," my stepmother, Susan, said, "Wake up your brothers for me. I have to leave and they didn't set their alarm."

I walked across the hall, into my younger twin brothers' room. Even in the dark, I could make out the bunk bed, along with two desks with a computer on top of each.

"Bobby, Mathew, wake up or you're going to be late for your first day of 6th grade!"

Mathew, on the top bunk, groaned, not wanting to go to school, especially middle school. However, Bobby got up and walked to their shared bathroom, clothes that he had set out the night before in hand.

"Mathew, if you don't get up, you get no pancakes," Mathew climbed out of bed quicker than ever before, grabbed some clothes (consisting of a Nike shirt and Under Armor basketball shorts) and walked into the bathroom.

I took the signal to get out of their room.

I walked down the stairs, walking through the large living room and into the updated kitchen.

We had moved in June, during summer break, due to my stepmother's job. She was the director of sales in whatever company she worked for. (She wouldn't tell me when I asked her).

I grabbed the pancakes out of the freezer, and set 3 plates worth of pancakes in the microwave.

I was the usual one to make breakfast and pack lunch for the twins, since my dad, who is a scientist (A/N: I forgot what he was in the books, so he's a scientist in here), would leave before we would get up, and since Susan would leave when we get up.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I walked to the microwave, and pulled out the delicious smelling pancakes. I set 3 plates on the kitchen island's counter, and grabbed syrup and butter for the boys to put on their pancakes.

I turned around just in time to see Mathew and Bobby running down the stairs.

"Careful! You'll hurt yourselves… or the plates!" I scolded them.

While the boys ate, I packed their lunch, getting comments from Mathew like, "Ew! Don't put that in there!" or "Annabeth, put this in instead!"

I grabbed their backpacks, Mathew's black Under Armor one differencing from Bobby's blue Jansport.

"Mathew, Bobby, go make sure you guys have everything you need in your backpack," I motioned them to go look in their room for everything.

They ran up the hardwood stairs, Mathew, being the sporty one, making it a race.

I started to eat my breakfast of a plain pancake with yogurt as a side.

I listened to the twins running around their room, yelling at each other things like, "Where's my calculator?" and "Did you steal my ELA binder?"

I had packed my backpack last night. I just checked to make sure.

'Pencils, check. Paper, check. Anything else, check.' I thought, looking through my grey Jansport Sport backpack. I looked at the owl that was stitched on. My biological mother had done it for me in Kindergarten, before she had died and my dad had remarried.

I touched my right ear, making sure I still had on my owl earrings that my mom had gave me.

'The hat' I ran up the stairs, into my room, the boys looking at me like I was a maniac.

"Looks like someone forgot something important," I heard Mathew say.

I looked around my room, panicking. "Where did I put it?!" I yelled.

Finally, my eyes rested on the top of my desk, next to my MacBook Air.

I sighed in relief, and walked over and picked the hat and the computer up. Who knew? I might need the computer…

As for the hat, on the day my mom had died, my parents and I had gone to a Yankees' game.

My mom had bought me the hat I had been begging for. She was happy to do it, but my dad just called it spoiling.

After we had gotten home, my mom was going to the grocery store to buy, well, groceries.

However, when she was pulling out of the drive way, she was hit by a Lamborghini that was going way too fast.

I was walking outside to say good bye to her when she got hit.

I had screamed, and my dad ran outside to see what had happened.

I expected him to call 911, but he yelled at me.

"It's all your fault!" he had said, "You distracted her! You're the one to blame!"

My dad must've had strong lungs, because he got the neighbors' attention.

They had all wondered outside, wondering what the hell was going on.

I remember that the neighbor that had lived across from us, Mrs. Dubinsky, had yelled at my father for yelling at me. Then, while she called the cops, my dad reached inside our house and grabbed a potted plant.

He hit me, hard. I passed out.

"Earth to Annabeth!" I looked down, into the worried brown eyes of Bobby. Mathew was on the other side of the room, waiting in the doorway. His blue eyes showed that he was annoyed.

"It's time to go," Mathew said. I saw that he had a football in his hand, as If he was ready to throw it at me.

"Then move, soldiers! Move, move, move!" I yelled, like general.

We all climbed into my 2009 white Ford Edge, me getting in the driver's seat and Mathew getting in the passenger's. I don't know how, but Bobby and Mathew had some kind of rotation etched into their brain, so they always know whose turn it was to sit in the passenger's seat.

"Buckle!" I said, backing out of the short driveway onto our street.

Immediately, Bobby took out a book to read. I quickly saw what it was, Tangerine by Edward Bloor. It was one of the books I had gave him.

Since Bobby was immersed in his book, that left me to talk to Mathew.

Of course, it was about sports.

I pulled up to Goode Middle School, turning off the engine.

Bobby, who had just closed Tangerine, asked, "Why did you turn off the car? You're not going to… oh no!"

Mathew and Bobby both started to plead for me not to go with them to their homeroom.

"Guys," I said, and they fell quiet, "I kind of have to go. Proof of guardian." (A/N Proof of guardian? IDK).

We all got out of the Ford, and Bobby and Mathew followed me to their school's gym.

The school was three stories, was made of red brick, and had white trim around it. When walked inside, right in front of us was the school's gym.

"And we're lucky again," I said, looking at them, "Now, let's go and get your schedules so I can get to school."

We hurried into the gym, me signing them in while the twins looked around. From the way they were, I could tell that they were nervous.

I grabbed their schedules and walked them to their class, on the bottom floor.

Mathew kept looking out at the football field, and I've got to say that this school was rich.

Finally, we reached the classroom.

"Okay, now 1 hug each, I go to go," I said to them.

We hugged, and they walked inside the classroom. Mathew went to some guys tossing a tennis ball, and Bobby, long sleeved shirt and all, went up to introduce himself to his teacher and recommend his book.

I laughed, Bobby was a lot more like me than I thought.

The twins must've heard me laugh, and they both, at the same time, turned and waved to me. Of course, I waved back.

As I walked away, I heard the teacher, Mrs. McElroy, ask Bobby and Mathew, "Is that your mother?"

"No," Mathew said, most likely walking away.

"She's our sister," Bobby said with pride in his voice.

That was the last I could hear before I walked up the stairs, heading out of the middle school.

I drove into the parking lot of Goode High, in all of its glory. It had around 10 buildings, each 2 stories, surrounding one big building that looked to be 5 stories.

"Whoa," I whispered to myself in amazement.

The main building was made of the same red brick as the middle school, but the buildings around it were all different colors. It seemed like out of the 10 or so, two were blue, two were black, two were yellow, two were red, and two were grey.

I looked around, realizing that I was just standing there, looking into the sky.

I followed the students who all seemed to be going into the main building.

Apparently, everyone was going to the gym, which took up the two bottom floor of the building.

Humungous was an understatement to describe the gym.

Inside, there was a swimming pool, a volleyball court, and a basketball court.

Outside, there was another swimming pool, a soccer field, and a football field.

This school is definitely rich.

I grabbed my schedule. There were 8 periods, not including lunch, and school let out at 4:30. Perfect. I would be able to pick up the twins after their after-school activities, and if not they would be able to take the bus since they both have a key to our house.

I looked at my schedule. It read:

FIRST SEMESTER SCHEDULE

ANNABETH CHASE

PERIOD 1: MATH- Ms. Dodds, room 224, math building 8:30-9:30

PERIOD 2: ELA & READING- Mr. Blofis, room 137, language building 9:35-10:35

PERIOD 3: GREEK- Ms. Artemis, room 297, language building 10:40-11:40

PERIOD 4: GYM (VOLLEYBALL) - Coach Hedge, gymnasium, main building 11:45-12:15

LUNCH: CAFETERIA- main building, 3 & 4 floors 12:15-12:45

PERIOD 5: ART- Mr. Apollo, room 279, art building 12:50-1:10

PERIOD 6: SOCIAL STUDIES & HISTORY- Ms. Hecate, room 136, social studies and history building 1:15-2:15

PERIOD 7: SCIENCE- Mrs. Demeter, room 111, science building 2:20-3:20

PERIOD 8: ARCHITECTURE- Ms. Wisdom, room 222, art building 3:25-4:25

AFTERSCHOOOL ACTIVITIES:

I looked at my watch.

8:20

I still had time.

I looked at the paper that had my locker number written on it. 246.

After I wandered around for a while, l found my locker. Next to it were several girls who looked to be my age.

I opened my locker and dumped all of the supplies and books I didn't need in it we one of the girls spoke.

"Hi," she said, "My name's Thalia. You new here?" The girl, Thalia, had bright blue eyes that were rimmed with eyeliner. She had choppy black hair, and she looked like a 'punk'. She wore a Death To Barbie shirt and ripped dark jeans.

"Yeah," I replied, I didn't want to test her patience, "I moved here from San Francisco over the summer. My name's Annabeth."

"Cool, consider yourself part of our group. Let me introduce you to the rest."

She walked over to the largest group of girls in the hallway.

"Guys, meet Annabeth," Thalia said, and the girls turned to her. The girls were all pretty, but were different in every possible way.

"Hi. I moved here from San Fran," I said slowly.

"Now, mingle!" Thalia said, gesturing for them to speak.

The first girl was named Piper. She had choppy brown hair that was braided. She had feathers in her hair as well. Her eyes were beautiful, they were a kaleidoscope of colors. She wore a pink tank-top and light skinny jeans.

The next girl was named Juniper. She had long wavy auburn hair, and forest green eyes. She wore a 'GO GREEN! SAVE THE TREES!' t-shirt and jean shorts. She also stated that she was looking for members for the Go Green club, but all of us declined.

The third girl was named Hazel. She had chocolate brown skin, honey colored eyes, and golden brown hair. She was gorgeous. She had some sort of aura that radiated power. She wore a purple Tommy Hilfiger shirt and skinny jeans much like Piper's.

The three girls looked up, and sighed, like they weren't impressed. I looked at my outfit, I had just grabbed my favorite t-shirt and Bermuda shorts, and I thought it was me, when I heard-

"Thalia!" I turned around. Three girls were running down the hall, instruments in hand.

When the girl who had yelled finally reached us panting, she apologized.

"Oh my gods, Thalia, we are so, sooo sorry. Ms. Esartia had us come in for a small practice and we lost track of time…" the girl stopped when she saw me.

"OH! Hi! My name's Stephanie, you can call me Stephano." The girl was the tallest of the group, most likely standing a surprising 6'1. She had dark brown eyes, pale skin, and dirty blond-light brown hair. She was wearing a volleyball uniform and was holding a violin case.

"My name is Mia," the girl next to her said. She wasn't as tall as Stephanie, but she was tall. She had short, brown hair, pasty skin, and hazel eyes. She was wearing a basketball uniform and had a cello on her back.

"Alex." The last girl said. She was tan, she looked like she had just came from the Caribbean. She had dirty blonde hair, and hazel-green-yellow eyes. She was wearing jeans, and a t-shirt. She was also holding a violin case.

"Hi," I said awkwardly, "My name's Annabeth. I moved here from San Francisco during the summer."

BIIING! BIIING!

"And the bell… I CAN'T BE LATE AGAIN!" Stephanie yelled, surprising me.

"Yeah, you get used to it," Alex said, "When you first met her she's quiet, then, when you know her well, you wish she was."

"MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" We laughed as Stephano ran down the hall, scarring all the freshman.

(A/N: I'm in the story! You guys guess which one I am (if you read my profile, you'll know )

I walked outside, and headed to the math building.

I had my map out, and I was walking with the girls. We all had the same schedule except for last period.

We reached the red building quickly, I guess talking helps pass the time.

We walked into Ms. Dodds' classroom. She was an old hag, she looked like she was about to snap.

I understand why.

We were, what it looked like, the second group to get to class. There was a group of boys horsing around, annoying Ms. Dodds.

I went to introduce myself, when Stephanie, who had stood up from her seat and walked over to us, said, "Don't. They're the most popular kids in school. They hate us.'

I know what she meant. I heard the name 'Percy Jackson' so many times in the hallway I started to get worried.

"Is one of them Percy Jackson?" I whisper-asked Mia.

"Yep, he's the most most popular."

"And the second most annoying," Thalia said.

"GUYS! Look who it is!" a latino kind yelled, pointing at us.

He looked kind of like a latino Santa's elf.

"Leo! Go away!" Piper and Hazel said as he walked over to them and started to tell them cheesy and bad jokes.

"Hey, Pinecone Face! Who's your new friend?" a tall guy asked.

The guy was… cute.

He had sea green eyes, raven hair, and tan skin. He looked like he worked out.

But that didn't matter to me. I wanted to know if he was a douche.

"Annabeth! Run, before you're in his room!" Stephanie pushed me to the other side of the room and walked towards Percy.

"You do not touch Annabeth, You do not," Stephanie sneered.

Percy was only a few inches (like 3) taller than Stephano, so she probably scarred him.

"Okay, okay. Percy, get your butt over here! We do not need Stephanie to-" Jason shuddered.

Actually, all the boys shuddered. I guess Stephano had done something quite bad.

The first two periods were slow. It didn't help that I have ADHD and Dyslexia.

Luckily, my next period was Greek.

I walked into Ms. Artemis' classroom with the girls.

Everyone was at the back of the room, so it looked like we were getting assigned seats.

"Good morning. I am Ms. Artemis," Ms. Artemis was a younger teacher. She had braided dark brown hair, and eyes that shone like the moon.

"I will be giving out seats, assigned seats." She looked down at the piece of paper she was holding.

"Thalia Grace, row, column 6," Thalia went to sit down.

There was only me and Percy left.

"And you two go over there," Ms. Artemis pointed to two empty seats near the front of the class.

As I walked to my seat, the girls all sent me apologetic looks.

"Now, we will have a project. You and your partner will have to find 50 things that you didn't already know about each other. I have already made pairs," Ms. Artemis announced.

She turned to the whiteboard and started to write the pairs:

Mikenzie Carmen & Josh Stakes

Layla Pontius & Chester Farrow

Skyla Pierce & Donnogan Hardinly

Jonathan Monroe & Jessica Nebula

Calypso Titan & Leo Valdez

Rachel Dare & Drew Tanaka

Katie Gardener& Travis Stoll

Stephanie Dillon & Connor Stoll

Alex Faith & Will Bright

Mia Maganecci & Jacob Wolf

Frank Zhang & Hazel Levesque

Jason Grace & Piper McLean

Grover Underwood & Juniper Silva-Busche

Thalia Grace & Nico Di Angelo

Annabeth Chase & Percy Jackson

Oh no….

Percy and I looked at each other after our names were written.

"Now, you will have the rest of class to begin. Go!" Ms. Artemis went back to her desk.

"So… The name's Percy."

"Annabeth"

"Want to play 20 questions?"

"Sure."

"Okay. Explain your family situation."

"Why? So you can make fun of me?"

"Basically. I mean, you're already a loser, so why not?"

"Well, it began…"

A/N: So, do you guys like this story? I would love some tips or ideas for the story!

I can answer questions (If I get any) next time in the disclaimer A/N, located at the top at the page/fanfiction.

-TheViolinWriter

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