So my first Percy Jackson story...yay!

So the first order of buisness...everyone knows I don't own the characters, and the plot is new. I mean I haven't seen one like the one I'm writing today.

I was asked a weird question this morning and so I decided to make it a question of the day:

If you could be skinny and miserable or fat and happy what would you be?

I said fat and happy. Which is a probably weird in the female species of humans. I mean I would rather be happy then miserable. How about you?

Annabeth

Tick tock tick tock tick tock

It seemed today, the large grandfather clock in my mother's home wanted to make time slower then it really was.

I looked around my surroundings; pristine marble walls and flooring so clean it could be used as a cosmetic mirror. The windows opened to the outside, letting cooling air pass. Scultures lined the walls and the chandelier above me shined brightly with the sunlight.

My mother was rich of course, apart from my dad who stayed at home most of the time to care for my brothers. Neither could get along with eachother nor agree on anything. However, today was one to be remembered.

My father believed I should learn to live a modern life like him, and my mother believed I should live as high and powerful, smart and beautiful woman as she did. Then out of this argument, the idea of living both sprung up, thus forcing to pack my bags to the tip top with clothes, small snacks, and anything I as a "woman" needed.

I closed my eyes as the familiar click of my mothers stilettos on the unmarked floor. I kept my face down as she stood infront of me.

"Chin up and straighten shoulders. You are a woman not a child. Remember that and you will remmber to keep good posture." she said coldly. I nodded silently, keeping my eyes unmoving from her face.

"Mother, do tell why I must act as a foster child?" I asked as proper as I could manage, getting to my feet. I cursed in my head, the formal attire I was wearing; a grey skirt, a matching button down shirt and black heels.

"You wouldn't want girls being your friend for money or boys winning your heart for a fake relationship." she stated simply. She meant her money, not mine. She couldn't care less for the money I gained working with her. "Now you're father wishes to live a normal life," I noticed the stressing of normal, as if being rich is normal for people with less money or low postion in the economy. "I have found a home suitable for him and for me. A mother and father with their son, and their step-son. The father is a teacher and the mother is famous for her published books. They live in New York. You're father felt that was well modern enough."

"And what is my history, mother?" I asked politely "I have seen movies; foster kids tend to have a horrid background."

"That is not my problem. I'm sure as smart as you are you can figure that one out. Though you have been to several fosterhomes and each pushed you away, and I stated when I was making a imatation record for you that you have been known to runaway and you were in a mild state of depression." Great, now I'm a depressed runaway. I glowered at the woman I refused to believe actually gave birth to me.

The knocker of the front doors sounded, alerting the arrival of my father. My mother scowled, before looking down at me with her cold stormy eyes.

"Annabeth, do not fall to your father's level. Do not fall to anyone's level. Fail to do this, I will announce, you are not my daughter."

With my head held hight and tears not even building, I waltz toward the doors and to my father.

Percy

Never in my life, has a writer of any kind engrossed me in a story so much as OwlFace263 did. He or she always wrote in a way to make it sound so real. For example: when the bus blew up in god knows where, she made it sound like greek demons were after 3 kids, and these kids were half god or something.

"Percy! Time for breakfest!" my mother yelled from downstairs. I sighed, bookmarking the WritersCorner site, and shutting down my laptop.

The smell of bacon and pancakes reached my nose when I neared the kitchen. And in front of me, in all her naked glory...okay no. There wasn't anyone naked. But in all its naked glory, a stack of hot blue pancakes and bacon. Mouth watering, right?

The air moved and for the first time I noticed a girl sitting at the table. Blonde halo of curls fell down her shoulders, and her eyes so strange. Storms of grey clouds, sad but full of practical sense.

"Ugh, Mom? Who is she?" I asked, watching her eat my breakfest. I glared at her. How dare she eat my food.

"Well, Percy if you were here doing you're chores and instead of going to the party with that red-headed girl you might have known." my mom narrowed her eyes, motioning for me to sit down. "Her name is Annabeth, and you will treat her with respect. Did you forget we had company staying over for a while last night?"

Damn! I had completely forgotten. But I could not miss that party with Racheal. If I did, I probably would have never got her in bed.

I smiled at the thought. I'll to tell her its over today though, since I never really liked her.

I looked back to the girl, staring at her strangly sad eyes. I wonder she's sad? Probably don't even want to be here.

"You have drool in the corner of you're mouth." she said, smirking. I stared at her dumbfounded.

"So it speaks!" I countered back. My mom glared at me, shaking her furiously.

"Of coarse I speak. I'm human after all."

"Hmm, I didn't notice. I thought maybe you came from another planet." I grinned proudly when her eyes stayed wide.

"You have looked in the mirror right? I mean, I'm not the first to notice how green you look, right?"

"I'm green, because the smell in the kitchen is foul. I think its coming from you. Man, you seriously need a shower!" I laughed as I plugged my nose. Annabeth rolled her eyes.

"Says the one who hadn't showered in a week."

I was about to counter back, saying men don't showers when my mom slammed the pan on the stove.

"Mom?" I stepped towards her.

"You know, you both act as if you've known eachother for years. Why is that?" my mother asked. I shrugged my shoulders holding out my hand towrds the girl.

"Name is Perseus Jackson, but you can call me Percy."

"Perseus as in the halfblood of Zeus who killed Madusa?" she asked. I stared at her. How the hell did she know that?

"Yea. How did you know that? You don't seem one for Greek mythology." Annabeth smiled proudly.

"Never judge a book-"

"By its cover?" I laughed. Annabeth blinked, and I found myself becoming to like her.

"Alright, guys go get ready for school. And Percy, because you ditched dinner and Annabeth's arrival you will skip breakfest. And Annabeth, please make yourself comfy."

And so, it begins. I'm tired and I got the second season Teen Wolf in the mail today. I think You'll guys find me curled up on the couch eating popcorn.