I don't own Percy Jackson, Rick does.

Annabeth Pov

My first impression of New York was that it was pretty damn cold.

Mist covered everything in my eyesight and I shivered when I stepped out the cab. My Californian body wasn't use to this harsh and bitter scenery and I couldn't help inwardly curse at my mother for living here. I know its not her fault I'm here and if its anyone's fault its my dads, but he's to far away to point fingers at.

' Annabeth! So good to see you!' My mother greeted as she appeared at the bottom of the stairwell that was linked to the large apartment building the cab stopped in front of 'I was worried your plane got delayed!'

I grinned and indulged her in a massive hug leaving my travel bag to hang loosely over my shoulder. ' Nope , The flight was perfect.'

She pulled back and smiled broadly. ' Good Good. Now come on, I ' ll show you to your new home.'

She turned and stride up the stairs. I followed, slightly happier than I was when I first arrived.

We walked through the lobby and climbed onto the elevator where Athena pressed the top floor button. ' The views amazing Beth, you'll love it.'

When the doors opened I gasped. I did love it. The doors opened to the living room, where there was two red sofa's in the shape of a semi circle and a large TV pinned on the wall. ( AN; Imagine Tori's From Victorious's house)

' Come on,' Mom smiled , seeing my expression , and directed me to my room. ' lets get you settled in.'

We walked up a flight of stairs and my eyes widened. The room was enormous with a double bed platformed on the back wall and a large desk with a enormous tv hanged above it. (AN: Carly from Icarlys Room)

' You did, all this for me?' I was utterly confused. Why would she go through all this trouble? Back In San Francisco my dad barely sent me a glance.

' If your going to be here a while, might as well make it comfortable for you. Now, school tomorrow, better get some rest, I ride you there myself.'

I thanked her and began to unpack. School tomorrow will be horrible. A new school means new expectations and rules and that's never been my strong part. One of the reasons I'm here actually, as oppose to laying on a beach with my friends in Cali. Long story short, I have an incapablity of following orders. Some may call me rebelious, I just call it laziness. But if it makes me look awesome, call it what you will.

When I finished unpacking Icollapsed backwards onto my bed, not even bothering to change into my pjs. Rebelious. I started To drift off into unconiousness with thoughts of school imbedded in my mind when...

BANG! BANG! Followed by a string of notes on what I'm getting was a bass. Terribly untuned bass, may I add.

' Dammit Nico! That doesn't even sound like music!' A distant voice yelled. It sounded like it was coming from the apartment bellow.

' Dude, Its eleven at night. I'm tired., and we have school tomorrow!' A second guy complained.

' Man up! Nobodys going anywhere till we figure out how to play tha-' The voice got cut off by my own mother yelling from the room down the hall from mine.

The two fell silent and I didn't hear them after that. I rolled my eyes and shifted in bed. I eveuntally fell asleep to the thoughts of school in the morning and the mysterious voices beneath my floorboard.