Summary:

Alright, with this highschool fic everyone is starting fresh. No demigods, no greek gods and goddesses, nobody knows anybody. This highschool fic is different! I swear on the Styx! Love triangles, cat fights, snobby girls, cake-faces, jocks, friends, and the GANG. PLUS, lots, and lots, and LOTS of DRAMA & ROMANCE! As Cliche as it sounds, it's really not. PLZ R&R! FLUFFINESS!

DisClAImEr! I (don't) OWN EVERYTHING!

Annabeth

Ring...Ring...Ring...Ri-BAM!

That's what happens when fist meets alarm clock.

I groaned and rolled over, flipping my pillow over my head and burrying my face into my matress.

Just five more minutes... I thought, as my eyes drooped back into sleep, only to snap open moments later.

I popped up and looked at my clock. 7:16 AM. My eyes widened and I jumped out of bed, throwing my pillow across the room in the process. I winced as it knocked over a book I had placed on my dresser, hoping and praying it didn't wake my parents or the twins. I scrambled into my bathroom, turning the shower on, and shedding off my pajamas.

As soon as the luke warm water came in contact with my skin, I was wide awake. I was washed and out of the shower within ten minutes, which was good for my timing, seeing that school began at eight. I wrapped a dull blue towel around my body and scurried into my room. The scent of bacon and eggs drifted from the kitchen downstairs, telling me Suzanne was up and making breakfast.

I made my way to may closet and pulled out the first thing my eyes landed on, which just happened to be a tank top and skinny jeans. Grimacing, I slid them back on their hooks, pulling out something different. I ended up with denim shorts that came a few inches above my knees, and a plaid shirt with sleeves that came to my elbows. I put a grey tank under it, and left a few buttons near the top of the plaid shirt unbuttoned. I turned to my dresser, grabbed a pair of miss-matched socks- both with lepard print, but one green and the other orange, and then back to my closet where by beige Sperry's were.

I tole another glance at my clock, finding that it was 7:34 AM. Grabbing my towel, I rushed into the bathroom to some-what dry my hair. It's natural curl already noticable, I towel-dried my hair until it was only slightly damp. I sighed, quickly ran a brush through my hair, and headed downstairs where the sweet fragrant became more vibrant.

"Hey, mom," I said as I entered the kitchen. Before, I wouldn't think twice about calling her by her name. But over the months her and my dad have been married, we've developed a much better relationship.

She smiled. "Good morning, Annie." Little mental note for future references; Only my mom and dad are allowed to call me Annie; anyone else gets skewered.

I sat on one of our bar stools and she put a plate of bacon, eggs, and a glass of orange juice in front of me. I chowed down on it as we made small talk while she made more for dad and the twins.

"So," she started. "Are you ready for your first day?"

"Um, I guess..." I mumbled. In truth, I was nervous as Hades. Now, I know what you're thinking; Annabeth Chase, nervous? Please... but no drama is worse than highschool drama, and it can be very stressful and frustrating. I wasn't all that worried about 'fitting in,' and I've never had a problem with bullies. But, you know, I'm only human.

She looked up to me, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "You're nervous."

My eyes widened just a little in surprise. I was normally pretty good at masking my emotions.

Her smirk grew into a playfull grin. "Annie, it's normal for a sixteen year old to be nervous on her first day of school," she reassured. I nodded.

"Do you know anybody else going there?" She asked. I looked down, suddenly very interested in the scrambled eggs on my plate that coincidently appeared to look like a tree.

"No," I mummbled.

Suzanne's face immediatley turned to one of sympathy, but quickly turned back to the bacon frying in the pan, knowing one of the most important things about me; I hate sympathy.

"Um..." She said nervously. "Are you going to try out for the Goode track team?" She asked out of the blue.

"Can't," I said. "I have to wait eighteen weeks before I can do that," I said as I bit into a piece of bacon. I craned my neck around Suzanne so I could see the time that read on the stove timer; 7:49 AM. My eyes widened, and and hurried off my stool, up the stairs, and into my room.

"Wha-where are you going?" Suzanne called behind me.

"I'm going to be late!" I yelled. When I reached the top of the steps, my dad was on his way down, and I had to screech to a stop and hurriedly weave around him to avoid toppling over him.

I collapsed into my room and searched for my bag.

Where is it, where is it... I thought as I my eyes scanned the room. Aha! I found it stuffed in the corner of my room, hidding behind a pile of coats -don't judge. I jerked it out, and quickly undid the zipper-thingy and searched through it, making sure everything was in there. Crap, crap, crap... I thought when I saw my English book wasn't in it. Just what I needed (note sarcasm).

"Where is it, where is it..." I muttered out loud. I practically turned my room upside down, when I remembered I was attempting to work through my dyslexia last night- when I placed it in my desk drawer. I hurried over to it, pulled out the little handle thing, and sighed in relief when I saw it in there. I placed it into my bag and skipped down the stairs three at a time, glancing at the clock one last time before I burst out the door- 7:56 AM.

I ran down the street as fast as my legs could carry me, which was luckily relatively fast. The school was in view two minutes later.

I was gasping for air when I finally entered the school's parking lot. I let my hands drop to my knees as I bent over, like that would help me gain my breath back faster. When I looked up, I grinned slightly to find lots of other students pondering around in goups near the front of the school, meaning the bell hasn't rang yet; either that, or there are a lot of kids that ditched class.

I decided to go with the sooner rather than latter.

I made my way up the hundred-or-so steps that led to the double doors that were the entrance to Goode high. I hesitated slightly, took a deep breath, and strode in, preapared for the worst.

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