Chapter One: Who is she?

So hey guys!

This is my first story and I really would appreciate it if you left some reviews. All reviews are welcome. I take criticism well. If you think my plot is over used, I'll change it up.

So I guess this is the part where I tell you I don't own PJO. Well I don't.

One more thing: tell me, should I change POVs or no?

"Percy, dear, it's time to get moving. Pack your things in the boxes and your clothes the suitcases that I've found. We have to get out of this house before

noon if we want to reach Santa Monica by the beginning of the school year. And besides, when we get there, we have to settle down and buy you new school

supplies and maybe new clothes, and then-" I cut my mom off before my ears fell off and then sat up and said," What's wrong with the clothes that I have?

They're suitable for California, no?" She left in a hurry and yelled back at me, " Get ready and come downstairs after you're done, understand me?" Ughh.

Why do we have to move? Of course I knew why. Stupid Gabe and smelly friends got arrested and are now in jail and my mom finally started up a business.

My mom also got a pretty good house and store rental. But of course that's all the way across the country. So now, I'm leaving everything I've once had and

moving on. My mom says it's for the better, but I'm starting to think otherwise. I headed downstairs and saw what was waiting for me on the table. A fresh

stack of blue, chocolate chip pancakes. "YAY!" I yelled, probably louder than a girl who just met their celebrity crush, but that doesn't matter. What does is the

food that has been given to me. I scarfed down all the pancakes and went back upstairs only to face the troubles of packing. Ughh. Why does this have to be

so hard. I checked the time. "Oh my gods-it's only 7 am now. What am I doing up at this hour?" I muttered. I layed down on my bed and thought how if I

move to Santa Monica, I could go to the beach almost everyday. That really got me working. By 9:30 am I was all packed and ready to go. One of my mom's

friend is driving to Santa Monica for a business trip so she offered to give us a lift. This should be fun. I went outside and took in the city for one last time and

then sat on the emergency fire stairs and listened to music. I must've fell asleep because a loud noise woke me up along with my mom yelling. "Percy, let's

go. Our ride's here and unless you want to live in an abandoned house, I advise you to come now." I ran down the stairs as fast as I could and got into the

car. The lady in the driver's side started talking to me. "Hi, I'm Emmie! I've heard so much about you from your mother. Of course all of the nice things." she

said. I responded with a simple hello and we didn't speak to each other until we arrived at Santa Monica. As I left the car I took a look at our new, very

luxurious-and when I say very luxurious, I mean like, very luxurious. Emmie called out as she drove away, "Goodbye Percy and Sally. If you need something

call me!" My mom walked in with the moving crew to get settled in. I took a step back and looked at my house. Huh. This whole luxury thing is uncharted

territory for me. I looked at all of the houses and saw they had all the same building features but a different colour to give them some character. Wow. This

was all breathtaking. And above that, just down the road was the beach. I heard someone open the window and then I turned around. There was a girl,

maybe like 12, my age. She had blonde hair and stormy grey eyes that was, to be honest, pretty scary. She stuck her head out the window and yelled,

"Hey, I haven't seen you around before. You new around here?" I looked at her and yelled back, "No shit, Sherlock. What gave it away my accent or the way

I'm dressed." She stared at me and then I automatically realized that Californians are probably less rude than New Yorkers and I was King Jerk to her now.

Before I knew it she was standing in front of me and said,"What are you doing in the middle of the street?" As soon as she said that I stepped on to the

pavement and stuck out my hand for a handshake. "I'm Percy, your new neighbor. Sorry for bothering you on this lovely day and I'm super awkward with

talking to people so I don't even know where I'm going with this now and-" She took my hand and shook it and said, "It's getting dark out, go home. I'll be

seeing you tomorrow then? Goodbye Percy!" Then she ran off into her house to greet her father who had just gotten home. As I walked across the street to

my own house, I thought only one thing. What was this mystery girl's name?

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I'll be sure to post soon.

-An