AN: Okay, this is just the prologue, so the plot hasn't actually come yet. And just for clarification, Peter and Ann-Elizabeth are related to Percy and Annabeth. The rest will be found out, along with what happened with Percy and Annabeth! Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Percy Jackson stories. Although I wish I could.

Peter's POV

This isn't a once upon a time story, one that ends with a happily ever after. More like a once upon a horribly Monday story, and ends with an F in History class. Our story starts on one particularly awful Monday, when Ms. Strussel decided to assign the class a project: to research our family and our ancestors. But here's the catch. We were working in partners. When Ms. Strussel made the announcement that we would be working in partners, I immediately looked over at George Underwood, my closest friend in school. I was thinking that this would be an awesome project, but then came the terrible part. Ms. Strussel said that she would be the one picking partners! The whole 6th grade class groaned, but Ms. Strussel just ignored it.

"I will announce the partners after lunch. Now class, get out your textbook and turn to page…" I tuned Ms. Strussel out, and wondered who my partner would be.

"Mr. Chase! Would you mind joining us?" Ms. Strussel's voice brought me back to the classroom, and I saw her looking sternly at me. I realized I must have fallen asleep, because my arms felt weird as if I had laid my head on them.

"Mr. Chase, please come to my desk after lunch dismissal to talk about this issue"

"Yes Ms. Strussel" I had learned at the beginning of the year that by at least attempting to be polite, you got less of a punishment.

When lunchtime came around, I walked up to Ms. Stussel's desk.

"Mr. Chase, this isn't the first time this has happened, and it's getting to be a problem. It is very disruptive to the class, not to mention the fact that you don't learn anything when you fall asleep. So, for this next project, I'm going to partner you up with Ms. Jackson. I hope that with her as your partner, you will be able to focus on the assignment" If you don't know her, Ann-Elizabeth Jackson is the most snobby, most annoying girl anyone could ever meet. She's one of those smart girls, the kind who thinks she knows everything. And she always works alone, so you could bet she wouldn't be too happy about pairing up either. For once, I was happy that lunch was in the middle of the class period, so that I could leave.

"Yes Ms. Strussel" I hoped that maybe, just maybe, Ann-Elizabeth would talk Ms. Strussel out of it. With that wish, I walked out the door and headed to lunch.

Ann-Elizabeth's POV

After my usual lunch I walked to the library, hoping to escape the madness of the cafeteria. I had just finished reading my last book, so I looked around for a new one to read. I had already read most of the books in the library, so it was hard to find a new one. I walked around the library twice, but I hadn't found a new book to read. I decided to just reread one of my favorite books. I picked up Divergent by Veronica Roth, because it's one of my favorite books and I hadn't read it for a while. After I checked out the book, it was time to head back to class. I headed back out into the noisy lunchroom, and was on my way to class.

I was the first one to arrive at the classroom, as usual, so I took my seat and started to read Divergent.

"Ms. Jackson? Can I talk to you for a moment?" It startled me that Ms. Strussel wanted to talk to me. I couldn't have been in any trouble, so I immediately got up and walked over to her desk.

"Yes Ms. Strussel?" I asked, being as polite as I could. I always tried to be polite to my teachers, and get on their good side.

"I would like to partner you up with Mr. Chase. I know that you usually work alone, but I want him to focus on the assignment. And I think you are the only person who can make sure that happens" I was angry with that, but I tried to keep my calm.

"Yes Ms. Strussel" I said, as I walked back to my desk.

You might think that was a simple request, and I'm just over reacting. But I'm not. Peter Chase is the single most annoying, most idiotic boy there is. He's the kind of boy who doesn't care about anything. I mean, he fell asleep in class! And now I was going to have to work with him on this project! And this project was going to be worth 80% of our grade! If I got an F on this project, my grade would be for sure lowered to a B, maybe even a C! I realized that class was about to start, so I put that matter out of my mind so I could focus on the class.

By the time class was over, I had almost forgotten the whole being partners with Peter issue. Except at the very end of class, Ms. Strussel posted the list of partners.

Kaylee Softman and Jonah Mitchel

Lauren Osera and Kyle Wazman

Michael Newman and Mary Lasery

Callen Picklebury and Peyton Kraft

Jasmine Yin and George Underwood

And at the very bottom of the list

Peter Chase and Ann-Elizabeth Jackson

When I got home, my mom wasn't there. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she wasn't home. I took off my shoes (don't ask me why, it's just a family rule) and ran down the hall to my room. I plopped down on my bed and started reading. My room is pretty small, but it's big enough. I have my small bed along with set of drawers and a desk, but that's about it. I don't have many possessions either. Besides my clothes, I have my laptop and all my school stuff, plus a few books that I really liked and decided to buy. Anyways, by the time my mom came home I was halfway through the book already. My mom must have picked my sisters up from school, and took them to who knows where because it was already well past six.

"Ann-Elizabeth! Where are you?!"

"Coming!" Knowing my mom, she would be calling me down to yell or lecture me about something.

"Why didn't you do your chores? The dishwasher is ready to be unloaded and the garbage needs to be taken out!" Yep, I was right. And I knew better than telling my mom that those were my sister's chores, not mine.

"Yes mother" I said with a sigh, and started to unload the dishwasher.

Once I was done with my sister's chores, I went back to my room to write. People know I love to read, but most people don't know I also like to write. It's one of those things that's my getaway, where I can write out a whole other life, where anything goes. Currently I've been working on a dystopian-futuristic story. I stopped in the middle of a chapter, and I hadn't worked on it for a while, so I went back and read the whole thing. So far, it was pretty lame because I hadn't gotten to the actual plot yet. That's one of the hard things about dystopian stories. You have to explain how the world is set up before it can actually get to the plot. Oh well. I wrote a bit, but then went back to reading Divergent.

Before too long, my mom called me down to dinner. I bookmarked my place, then walked down the hallway to the table. My mom had made spaghetti and meatballs, which I don't really like. But then again, I'm a picky eater so I don't like much. Luckily, I don't need to eat very much in the first place. And no, I don't have an eating disorder or anything like that, I just don't need to eat much. So I quickly ate, and then went back to my room. Yeah, you could say I'm somewhat anti-social. But that just because I don't get along with a whole bunch of people really. Most people just think I'm nerdy and leave me alone. Once I was back in my room, I continued to write. This time I worked on a different story, one that had already developed a plot and I had worked on more. I keep writing until I had to go to bed, and even then I was continuing the story in my head.

Peter's POV

The next morning slept in. I woke up super late, and I knew I was going to be late for school. I threw on my shirt and put on the jeans I had worn yesterday, rushed downstairs to have my mom write me a note, had a quick breakfast of a glass of milk and toast, and ran out the door. The nice thing about where I live is that the school is right next door. The bad part is that I have to walk every day. By the time I had gone to the office to turn in the note, it was already ten minutes into class. Unfortunately, I had math first period, and Mr. Cunther was the strictest. I rushed into class, and managed to only get a quick lecture. However, I got a longer one when Mr. Cunther caught me staring out the window.

"Peter! This is the third time this week I've caught you not paying attention in class! You have detention!" He then gave me a long lecture about how important math was, and that we would use it for the rest of our lives, blah blah blah. I kind of zoned out while he was talking. Luckily, the bell rang and I was able to rush out of the classroom before Mr. Cunther could say anything more.

By fourth period, I had received three glares from the teacher, two short lectures, and one threat of detention, plus the actual detention Mr. Cunther gave me. I was pretty worn out by then, and that was my least favorite class, so I could definitely expect more coming. I took my seat right before class started, so at least in couldn't get in trouble for being late.

"Okay class, I'm going to give you this whole class period to work on the family tree project, so get with your partners now" Could this day get any worse? First I get detention, and then I have to work with Ann-Elizabeth the whole class? Today was definitely not my day.