Prologue

Just to warn you, there's going to be a lot of song references. Most of these chapters are inspired by music.

Annabeth walked down the crowded hallway, with her schedule in her hand. Next period was Greek. It was her first day as a sixth grader, and so far, it wasn't all that it's cracked up to be.

She entered the room, and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. She was still four minutes early, and the teacher still hadn't arrived. Typical.

She rechecked her schedule. It said she had to sit in table 3. She looked up and scanned the room. Sure enough, at her table, there was a boy who was passed out in his chair.

Annabeth walked over to the table and dropped her books on the table, waking up the snoozing boy.

"Mom! Mom! I'm up!" He said, jumping up. Annabeth smiled at his antics.

"Oh." He said when he saw Annabeth.

"You drool when you sleep." Was all that Annabeth said.

"Nice to see you too partner." He said sarcastically.

"Sorry, I'm just not having the best day." Annabeth said apologetically

"S'okay. Same here. A couple of eight graders sold me a fake elevator pass. Did you know that this school doesn't have an elevator?"

Annabeth couldn't help snorting in disbelief.

"You actually fell for that?" She asked.

"Hey! In my own defense I had no idea this school didn't have an elevator." He said. Then the two burst out laughing.

The boy looked closer at Annabeth, as if he were trying to remember something.

"Hey, aren't you that girl who spilled all her lunch on that cheerleader?" He asked.

"It was an accident!" Annabeth said defensively. The boy raised his eyebrows, not believing her at all.

"Okay, so maybe it was kinda on purpose." She admitted.

"Why?" He asked while laughing. "I mean I can kind of see why, considering the cheerleaders at our school are snobs."

"She started yelling at me that I was a freak because I hate this one band, that's apparently really popular." Annabeth said, rolling her eyes at the memory.

"What band?" The boy asked.

"A stupid band, called One Direction (A/N: No offense to 1D fans. It's just not my type of music)." Annabeth said, gagging at the name. "Anyway, I started telling her she was the freak, obsessing over the boys in the band and making wedding plans for herself and one of the members. Even though they'll probably never meet each other, and the guy is like 10 years older than her."

"Wow, talk about desperate." The boy muttered.

"Tell me about it. Anyway she called me a stupid bitch. Probably the only insult her tiny brain could think of. So I got fed up, and pretended to bump into her, and I "accidentally" spilled my lunch all over her." Annabeth continued.

"Wow." Was all he said.

"What a conformist." Annabeth agreed.

"Hey, I never asked your name." The boy said. "My name's Percy Jackson."

"Annabeth Chase."

"Annie?" He said, snorting.

"No, Annabeth." She said, aggravated.

"Okay, Anniebeth." Percy said teasingly. If the bell hadn't rung, Annabeth probably would have bashed Percy's head in.

The teacher rolled into the room (no, literally rolled in; he was in a wheelchair), followed by a bunch of other kids, and they filed into their tables noisily.

The teacher wrote his name on the chalkboard. Annabeth tried reading it, but the letters looked like a jumbled mess. She hated asking people for help, but she had no choice.

"Hey Percy, can you read me what it says on the board?"

Suddenly his features formed into disgust.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" He asked harshly.

"What? No, I just need help reading it!" Annabeth said.

"Why do you need help?" He asked in the same tone.

"Because..." Annabeth's voice trailed off. She didn't like revealing the fact that she was dyslexic, but what choice did she have?

"Because I'm dyslexic." She said in a hushed tone.

"Oh, sorry. I just thought you were making fun of me." Percy said apologetically.

"How is that making fun of you?" She questioned.

"Well, because I'm dyslexic too." He admitted.

"Huh. Well this is going to be an interesting year." Annabeth said.

"All right settle down class, settle down. My name is Mr. Brunner. This year, I'm not just going to teach you the language of Greece, but the culture and the myths embedded in it. But to do so, you're going to need to know your partner, who is sitting next to you, and will be your partner for the rest of the year, no exceptions." Mr. Brunner said.

Groans came from all over the room, but Mr. Brunner ignored them.

"Anyway, to accomplish this I will be passing out a worksheet with questions." More groans filled the room.

"You will ask your partner these questions, then write them down on your paper."

Mr. Brunner rolled away from his desk, and started going down the aisle, passing out the papers as he went.

Annabeth handed Percy a paper, and they studied it for a few seconds.

"Well, let's get started." Percy said. "Okay, name?"

"I think we've already established that Percy." Annabeth said, rolling her eyes. They quickly jotted down each other's names.

"Favorite color?" He asked.

"Oh, that's easy. Gray." Annabeth said.

"Really, like your eyes?" Percy took a moment to look into her eyes. They were very intense, like storm clouds, but still very beautiful.

"Yeah, and you?"

"Blue, like the ocean."

"Cool." Annabeth wrote down Percy's answer. "What Greek god would you be the child of?"

Percy tapped his pencil on his chin, thinking about it.

"I think Posiedon. I love the ocean." Annabeth smiled at him and wrote down the answer.

"What about you?" He asked her.

"Athena, definitely."

"So you're really smart?"

"And you know it Seaweed Brain." She teased.

"Hey! Why Seaweed brain anyway?"

"Well, for the twenty minutes that I've known you, you don't seem like the smartest person. Then there's your love of the ocean."

"Hurtful! And you're not perfect either Wise Girl!" He said in mock sadness.

"Wise Girl?" Annabeth couldn't help laughing in disbelief. "Is that supposed to be an insult?"

"Well, yeah kind of."

Annabeth started laughing even harder.

"Percy, I hate to break it to you, but you are terrible at insulting."

"I know."

The period went by quickly, and the two became fast friends.

The school bell rung and everyone ran out of the room, passing Mr. Brunner their papers on their way to the door.

"Hey, what period do you have next?" Percy asked.

"Music, you?"

"Music too. See you there."

They both stood up and walked of the room to find a girl dressed in punk-style clothes holding up a boy by his ankles, shaking him.

"Give me back my money Stoll!" She screamed.

"Thalia?" Annabeth asked, remembering an old friend.

"Annie?" She dropped the boy, he groaned in pain when he made contact with the floor.

"I told you a thousand times not to call me that!" Annabeth yelled.

"Oh, Annie it is you!" The girl said, hugging Annabeth.

"Um, Annabeth who is this?" Percy asked. Thaila pulled away from the hug and faced him.

"Thalia, an old friend. Who are you?" Her electric blue eyes pierced Percy.

"Percy Jackson." He said. Another groan of pain came from the crumpled boy. Percy walked over to the boy and helped him up.

"You okay?" Percy asked.

"Yeah, except for the fact that I can taste my spleen." Then the boy pulled out a folded up 20 and handed it to Thalia.

"Nice doing business with you, Stoll." She said, then walked off.

"Hey, your name is Percy right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh. You're the chump that the 8th graders sold the elevator pass to."

Annabeth started snickering.

"My god, does everyone know about that?!"

"Yep. Let's face it, you're an idiot!"

More snickering came from Annabeth.

"Hey! Who are you anyway?"

"Conner Stoll, and I'm about to be late for my next class, so...see ya!" Then he ran off.

"Come on, we're going to be late." Annabeth said. Then she sprinted off, her hair flying behind her.

When Percy caught up with her, she was already walking through the door.

"Okay students, you will be sitting in alphabetical order."

Percy sat in his spot, which of course was in the back.

"Hello class, my name is Mr. Bridgers. In this class, you will be studying different types of music, then learning to sing it! I will need to sort you into different sections, and to do so, I will need to hear your vocal range."

All the boys, including Percy, groaned. The teacher ignored them and continued.

"Since it's a new school year, I've decided to mix it up a little. We will start with the Zs and finish with the A's. Frank Zhang, it looks like your first."

His face turned pale, but he walked down the aisle.

"Okay Frank, sing the lowest note you can, then the highest." He sang the lowest and highest he could. He wasn't so bad really.

The same routine went along. Percy stepped up and did as Mr. Bridgers told him. A horrible screeching sound emitted from his mouth, making Annabeth cringe. Percy turned red from embarrassment.

'Nice vocals Percy' Annabeth seemed to say with her facial expression.

'Like you could do any better.' He shot back.

'Watch me, Fish Boy.'

When Mr. Bridgers called her name, Annabeth slowly rose from her chair. Her hands got clammy, but she instantly wiped them on her shirt. 'Calm down, Annabeth. You can do this, just concentrate.' She thought silently.

She closed her eyes and a low, melodic sound came from her mouth. Then she took a deep breath, and a high, siren-like, note came out.

When Annabeth opened her eyes, she that everyone was staring at her. Percy's eyes were bugging out, and his mouth was wide open.

Mr. Bridgers's eyes were wide with disbelief.

"Annabeth, you have a lovely voice."

Annabeth was about to respond, when the bell rung. Everyone ran out of the room. She quickly thanked the awed teacher, and ran out of the room, with Percy following close behind her.

They were walking together, heading to their next class.

"That-that-that was-" Percy stumbled with disbelief.

"Don't worry Fish Boy, I'll give you lessons!" Annabeth said. Then they both burst out laughing, walking down the hallway.

Chapter 1 will be up soon! But reviews might motivate me (hint, HINT!). ~Wisegirl869