Hi everyone! This is my second time writing for the PJO fandom, but I am not a newbie to Fanfiction, I promise, so hang in there for these beginning chapters. I would also like to apologize in advance for how completely cliché this story is, but I am a total sucker for high school AUs and the other one I wrote my first fanfic ever and it sucked. I am currently writing two other stories for other fandoms, so this is just what I like to call my summer fic, which means that the chapter are usually about 1,000 pages instead of the longer chapters I usually write, and that there is no updating schedule. You might get three chapter in a day and then none at all for a few weeks, just to warn you. Also, this is going to incorporate characters from the TOA, HOO, PJO, and MCGA only, so there is not going to be any appearances made from characters in the Kane Chronicles, cause I haven't read it. Either way, I know I just talked (wrote) a lot. Sorry. Without further ado, I present the first chapter of my summer fic! Enjoy!

Percy:

Can we all agree on one thing today? High school sucks.

Today was the first day of school, and for me, senior year, so as usual all of the girls were hugging and crying, and pretending that they hadn't seen each other all summer, even though anyone who followed them had seen their dozens of posts with each other at parties, or at the beach with corny captions underneath.

And the guys. Ah, the guys. They were standing in their groups touching up their hair that they totally hadn't spent an hour on this morning making it seem like they had woken up like that, and talking about which girls had gotten a bigger butt, or bigger boobs over the summer, or who they would most like to bang now, and basically just being the pigs they are.

Then there were the outcasts, who as usual refused to fit into the stereotypes that our fantastic high school seems to fall into so perfectly.

They were the ones who were already setting up their lockers and getting ready for the bell to ring and the day to start, maybe talking with their other friends.

Basically, being the smart kids they are.

And me… well I'm not going to tell you where I was or what I was doing, because then you might figure out who I am, and we wouldn't want to spoil the fun we are having here.

A word of advice to all you underclassmen out there. Don't be that senior class when you get there. You know the one I mean, the one that my class is being. Do us all a favor and don't classify yourselves by the cliché stereotypes cause everyone else has in the past. Be the class of smart cheerleaders and jocks, and secretly athletic nerds. You know, the clichés that everyone likes to watch in movies.

Be that class.

My class is past saving, but yours could be better. And on that note, gods save the seniors, and happy first day to you all!

Just kidding. If your first day was happy then you don't go to my high school.

Welcome to Olympus High, my fantastic high school. Not. Read you all next time.

-Water Child

Hitting post and shutting my laptop, I sigh, leaning back in my desk chair and spinning around a little.

That my friends was my blog, the one that everyone in school somehow reads. And Water Child is my pen name, the one that everyone is obsessed with finding out the identity behind. Because this is above all else, a story of clichés.

I get out of my chair, and fall onto my bed on my back, so I am staring at the ceiling. Senior year.

It still seems hard to believe. Two years ago I was just the sophomore trying to find his place in high school who decided that a school blog was the way to go.

And since then, it's just been a great ride. In the beginning of junior year I met my incredible girlfriend Annabeth, who I have been dating since, and I became captain of the Academic team and the swim team. My friends are great, my grades are perfect, I was popular.

Everything was just… perfect.

And boring.

There was nothing new to do, no goal to achieve.

I was the best swimmer in the country, and I had a full ride to a great school because of that, so I didn't even have to try to get into a college. It was senior year, and I had absolutely nothing to do.

Other than write my blog posts.

Which my girlfriend still didn't know that I was the one writing. I sat up, rubbing my face with my hands. It was so frustrating. I wanted to tell Annabeth, and I knew

I should, but it had been a year already, and it seemed like she would just be mad that I hadn't told her sooner.

On the flip side, the longer I waited, the angrier she might be. Grover and Jason, my best friends, kept telling me to just tell her, since they both knew that I was the infamous Water Child, but I hadn't found the right moment.

Lying back down, I rolled onto my side so I could see the clock. It read 11:34.

Which meant that I should probably go to sleep if I didn't want to be the walking dead tomorrow at swim practice before school. Nothing like coach starting us off early.

Groaning I pulled the blankets up over me and closed my eyes, determined to fall asleep in the next ten minutes. So of course it didn't happen.

Instead I spent the next half an hour trying to figure out some way to make senior year more interesting for me.

As the clock struck midnight, I finally figured it out. I was Water Child. I controlled the school basically, since everyone read what I wrote on my blog.

Which meant… if I were to set up a competition between the members of the senior class… everyone would do it.

My name is Percy Jackson, and this is my life.

Welcome to the most incredible ride you will ever go on.

I think that turned out fairly well, considering I had no plan going into writing that. Tell me what you thought, and drop a review! Thanks! Till next time! Bye!