My name is Annabeth Chase. I'm seventeen years old, and I've been to six foster homes in the last nine years. Some went great; some not so much. My seventh foster family seemed nice enough, but they didn't talk to me much. That's okay though; I'm used to it.

It was my first day at Goode High School, home of the Olympians, in Manhatten. I looked up at the building, feeling intimidated. I had done it six times, but I had a feeling about that one. I wasn't sure whether it was good or bad though. I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and walked through the double doors. The pincipal's office was down the hall.

I waded through the sea of students, and finally reached the door. I walked in and saw a pudgy man, sitting there. He had a red nose, blood-shot eyes, and dark, curly. His eyes were a strange shade of purple, like the color of grapes. The tag on his desk said Mr. D.

"Hello, how may I help you?" You would think that this would be a friendly greeting, but he practically sneered it.

"Yes, my name is Annabeth Chase. I'm new here, and I need to pick up my schedule." I said, a lot braver than I felt, looking around the office. It was decorated with a lot of grape and leopard print memorbelia.

"Yes, yes. Brunner! I need Annabeth Chase's schedule!" He yelled to someone in a back room.

"Yes, yes, I'm getting it." A man with a scraggly beard, thinning, brown hair, a tweed jacket that smelled of coffee, in a wheelchair came out of the room, holding a piece of paper.

"Here you go, Miss Chase. And, call me Chiron. Welcome to Goode High." He smiled; pleasantly; unlike Mr. D.

"Thanks," I walked out of the room quickly. As soon as I walked two feet out the door, I collided with someone.

The contents of my bag spilled out, scattering on the floor. Both of us got down quickly to pick them up.

"I am so sorry! Are you okay?" I looked up to the speaker. He had messy, raven black hair, sea-green eyes, and wearing a sports jacket with the letters GH on it.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm such a klutz. It's my fault." By then, we had it all picked up, and back in my bag. We stood up quickly.

"No, it's my fault. I'm Percy Jackson. And, you must be Annabeth." He stuck out his hand, so I shook it.

"Yeah, nice to meet you. How did you-"

"News spreads fast around here. So, what's your first class?" He asked, curiously. I looked at my schedule.

English- Mr. Blofis

Math- Ms. Dodds

Gym- Coach Jameson

Lunch

Free Period

Science- Mr. Langdon

History- Mr. Brunner

"English with Mr. Blofis." He looked at my schedule.

"Cool, we have all of the same classes together! Warning: Ms. Dodds is the strictest teacher ever, and, if you aren't careful, she will probably make you cry."

"Come on, she can't be that bad." I exclaimed as he started walking forward.

"Oh, but she is. Horrible; on the first day, she made us do a five page essay on the Pathagorean Theorem. I still have nightmares about it." He shivered, causing me to laugh.

He pushed open a door on his left, and gestured for me to go in first. I did, and saw that the room was half-empty. Percy sat down in the middle of the classroom, so I sat down beside him.

"So, where did you move here from?" He inquired.

"San Fransisco. I miss it so much." I leaned back in my chair.

"San Fransisco? That's a long way away. Why did you move?" I groaned inwardly.

"It's a long story."

"Well, we've got about fifteen minutes before class starts." He stated, looking at the clock.

"Well, I'm a foster kid. I've been to seven foster homes in the last nine years. Life sucks that way." I leaned my head back, closing my eyes.

"I'm sorry, that must be horrible. Blame this on my ADHD, but that story didn't seem too long." He stated matter-of-factly. I opened my eyes, and faced him.

"I decided to spare you the headache, and give you the short version. So, I told you about my home life, so tell me about your's." He looked nervous, and slightly guilty.

"Well, it's normal. I have a dad, two half-brothers. My parents are divorced, and Mr. Blofis is my step-dad." I looked at him, shocked.

"Wow. Does he give you special treatment in class?" I asked with a laugh.

"No, but I wish he did. I have dyslexia, too, so English sucks."

"That's weird, because I have ADHD and dyslexia, too. I make straight A's though."

"You lucky duck." Just then, a bunch of boys wearing the same jacket as Percy walked into the classroom, elbowing and mock-punching each other. They came and formed a circle around us.

"Hey, Perce! Who's this lovely, young lady?" A boy with olive-toned skin, and shaggy black hair asked.

"Guys, this is Annabeth. Annabeth, this is Beckendorf, my cousin, Nico, Jason, Leo, Chris, Travis, Connor, and Grover. They're all on the team, except for Grover, who's waterboy. No offence, Grover." He added on as an after-thought.

"No problem. I'm living the dream!" This caused a laugh from the rest of the guys.

"Okay, class, settle down. We shall be reading Romeo and Juliet. And, then, we will be putting on the play. You all will be required to try out, which we will do in today's class." Mr. Blofis said, walking in the room.

Lunch

Percy and I stood in the lunch line, and, while all I had was a muffin and yogurt, Percy was piling his tray high. He had a bag of chips, a hamburger, two hot dogs, a couple of pieces of pizza, among other things.

"Are you seriously going to eat all that?" I asked, pointing to his food.

"Of course. I wouldn't get all of it if I wasn't!" He said in a 'duh' tone. We payed for our food, then walked to a table with all of the guys from earlier, and a couple of girls. I sat down in-between Percy and a girl who had jet black, spiky hair, blue eyes, was wearing skull earrings, and a Green Day concert T-shirt.

Percy started devouring all of his food, as did the other guys. The girl turned to me.

"Hi, I'm Thalia. You must be Annabeth. I saw you in Math and English. Isn't she horrible?" I nodded.

"Yeah. Hey, do all of the guys eat like this?" I whispered, not wanting any of them to hear.

"Oh yeah. You should see them after a game. Actually, no, you shouldn't. You'd probably end up being eaten." We laughed, causing Percy to turn toward us, his mouth stuffed with hamburger.

"What?" He asked, after swallowing. We just laughed some more.

"Seriously, what's so funny?"

"It's nothing." Our laughs had died down.

"This is the start of a beautiful friendship." Thalia said, putting her arm around my shoulders.

Nex Day

"Hello, class. I have posted the main cast on the door, so go ahead and take a look." We all piled toward the door.

Prince Escalus- Connor Stoll

Montague and Lady Montague- Nico di Angelo and Thalia Grace

Capulet and Lady Capulet- Travis Stoll and Kaite Gardner

Romeo- Percy Jackson

Juliet- Annabeth Chase

Mercutio- Charles Beckendorf

Benvolio- Grover Underwood

Tybalt- Jason Grace

Friar Lawerence- Chris Rodrigez

Nurse- Silena Beauregaurd

Paris- Will Solace

Chorus- Juniper Hedge

When I saw what part I had, I paled. Juliet. Don't she and Romeo have to kiss? A lot? And, Romeo was Percy? That could not have ended well.

"Hey, Annabeth, looks like we're the leads." Percy said, coming up behind me. Nico was making gagging sounds due to the fact that Thalia was supposed to be his 'wife'. She, Percy, and Nico are cousins.

"Yeah, looks like we are."