Hi, this is my first fanfiction so... Please give me critical comments, not harsh ones. I'm only twelve, currently in 7th grade and I'm quite interested in writing stories. I really enjoy PJO so please, tell me what you think of my story. :D

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of Percy Jackson and the Olympians. All rights go to Rick Riordan. :)

Chapter 1: I meet Percy Jackson

I woke to the sound of a beeping alarm clock. I shut the alarm off and reluctantly got out of bed. I groggily headed to the bathroom, changed, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I hated having to have my first day of school in the middle of the school year. "Annabeth! The food is ready! Your favorite, eggs and bacon!" I heard the smoke detector go off and I stifled a laugh as my stepmother cursed at the detector and beat it down. The usual.

I headed to the kitchen with my stepmother wheezing from the excess smoke and making up an excuse to play off her bad cooking. "Something's wrong with the smoke detector. I'd better tell your father." Sure. I glanced over at the source of the smoke; overcooked egg whites and charcoal tipped bacon. "I think I'll skip breakfast. Again. Besides... I'm not that hungry." My stepmother smiled. "Okay, dear. Have fun at school, Annabeth."

My family moved to Manhattan from California over the middle of winter. Today was my first day at Highschool, seeing as my family was finally finished unpacking our objects from our previous home. I shivered mightily as I walked the streets of Manhattan, underdressed. So much for being smart. I stretched my orange t-shirt over my arms as I approached Stuyvesant. It's architechture was simple, it's columns a startling blue-ish grey. I walked through the entrance and headed for the main office. As I pushed the doors to the office, a woman instinctively jerked up her head.

"Why, hello, dear. Is there anything we might be able to help you with?" The woman smiled and wrinkles formed at the edges of her mouth. "Yes, I just transferred here from California. My name is Annabeth Chase." The woman nodded her head knowingly and jotted down some notes. "You must be the girl that we've heard about for weeks! Okay then, honey. I will escort you to your first class, Annabell-" "Annabeth." I corrected. "Excuse my bad memory, I just happen to be very bad with names." We walked to my first period class, English, and when we arrived at the metallic blue door, the woman gave me an encouraging smile. "Go on, dear. If there is anything you need, just contact me. I will be in the main office." I grinned, shook her hand, and proceeded to open the door.

"And class-" A balding man looked from his SmartBoard to me. I scanned the class taking notice that everyone was staring at me. I turned my attention back to the man who appeared to be my teacher.

"I apologize if I interrupted your class session. I had just recently transferred here from California. My name is-"

"Anniebell Chasm." He finished whilst looking down at a clipboard. "Yes, yes. I will be your homeroom teacher and English professor. I am referred to as Mr. D." I nodded. "Oh, and my name is pronounced Anna-" "-Bell. I know." I dismissed his last comment and figured it'd be no use arguing with the stubby guy. I turned around to ask Mr. D a question.

"Uh, Mister? Where will I be-" "You will be seated next to Percy Jackson in row 1, with Luke Castellan sitting directly behind you." He answered as if reading my thoughts. "Go on, Mr. Jackson," he wrinkled his brow in disgust. "Is the, ahem, delinquent... Er, boy, with the, um. Hair. That is, uh. Black." His sentences were broken up, but I understood and took a seat next to the jet-black haired boy. He didn't look like a bad guy. He was scribbling something on this paper, his brows furrowed as he worked. His eyes were a deep emerald green, mesmerizing and...

I snapped out of my daze. Who was this Percy Jackson? I internally beat myself up for letting a boy almost attract me. I didn't even know him! I felt someone's hand on my shoulder and swiftly turned around.

"Hey. No need to feel alarmed." A smiling blonde-haired boy put his hands in the air, revealing the absence of weapons. "I'm safe. The name's Luke Castellan." He winked. I felt myself flush. "If you need to me to tour you around Stuy, I'd be glad to do so." He flashed me a smile and motioned for me to turn my head. "You wouldn't want Mr. D to catch you talking, so... Turn your head. Hurry."

I whipped my head around, rapidly, in hopes that Mr. D wouldn't release an inner fury on me. Luckily, his back was turned to the class, and he was writing something on the SmartBoard screen. "That is all for today. Alright. Class dismissed." Crowds of students made for the exits, I kept my eyes focused on my schedule. Next period: Gym. It took me a while to decipher the reading as I was dyslexic. I looked up from my schedule, only to find myself bumping into the black-haired boy that I was assigned to sit next to. He was noticeably taller than me by a few inches, slender with a slight tan, and I guess... Kind of cute. I steadied myself.

"Um. I... Uh. Sorry for bumping into you." I stammered, embarrassed. "That's okay. I'm Percy." He gave me a crooked smile. "I'm Annabeth." He stuck out his hand, which I thought was a little old fashioned but shook anyways. "I have gym next." He said as his eyes averted mine. "So do I. I'll be seeing you there?" I asked him. I wasn't being hopeful or anything. His eyes brightened up. "Yeah, yeah. It'll be boys versus girls in running, for today." I smirked. "I'll bet I can beat you in that." He laughed at my playful yet arrogant comment. "We'll see about that."

Kind of short, but please review. I'd like to know what my readers think of my story so far. The more reviews, the faster the update. 8D