Hi, this is my first PJO fanfic. I hope you like it. I will apologize in advanced, i might not be updating often.
*Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or any of the characters, Uncle Rick does.
APOV
Nerd. Geek. Bookworm. Loser. That is what i hear everytime i walk through the school halls. I always wondered what made them hate me so much, what did i ever do to them? My name is Annabeth Chase and i am 16 years old, my mom died in a car crash when i was very young, i don't remember how she looks like because my dad never showed me any pictures, he said it hurt too much, but people say i have her eyes. I live with my dad in a small house and i have no friends and no siblings, i am basically all alone except for my dad. But he really isn't much company, he normally buries himself in his work so he doesn't think about my mom too much. I go to school at Goode High School in New York and i am the schools outcast. Today was no different.
I woke up to the smell of pancakes in the air, my dad must have been making breakfast. I got out of bed and padded into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. A girl with blond hair and grey eyes stared back at me. I washed up and put on my glasses. I was 50% blind without them, i had contacts but never really bothered because it was painful to put on, so i just wore my black framed glasses. I changed into a orange shirt and shorts and made my way downstairs to the kitchen.
I really hated monday because the library is closed so i have to sit in the canteen, i hated sitting there because i will always get food thrown on me and i have to sit on a table all by myself. After i finished my breakfast, i kissed my dad on the cheek and headed out to school, it was just a few blocks away so i decided to walk.
Soon, the school building loomed in front of me and i made my way in, preparing myself for the dreadful day ahead. I walked through the school halls to my locker, blue lockers line the halls and students gathered in their own little groups. But there was one group that was the worst, the populars. Oh how i hate them, they were the jocks and sluts of the school, they rule this hell hole. Unfortunately, i had to walk past them to get to my locker.
"Hey freak! Love your outfit, is it called hobo chic?" Drew- the queen slut called out to me in her nasaly voice as i made my way to my locker. I could hear her possy saying "good one drew." or "that was so great drew." Ugh, kiss asses. All of her possy were one. When i finally reached my locker, i took my books out and made my way to first period- greek mythology. This was the only class that was fun and nice. I love Mr. Brunner.
I took my seat at the front of the class, right next to the window. Mr. Brunner wheeled in in his wheelchair and announced to the class "Class, we have a new student joining us today. He is from California and just moved here a couple of days ago. I'll let him introduce himself." Just then, a boy with black hair, sea green eyes, toned body and looks that could kill walked in to the classs and stood next to Mr. Brunner. He opened his mouth and said "Hey guys, my name is Persassy Jackson." Then he snapped his fingers and faked flipped his hair. Everybody laughed and he continued " I'm kidding, my name is actually Percy. Percy Jackson and like Mr.B said, i am from california and i just moved here."
Mr. Brunner then said " Don't call me Mr.B and you can sit next to annabeth young man ." He said and pointed to me. I cannot believe that the most likely hottest guy in school is going to sit next to me. great, just great. Note the sarcasm.
Percy made his way to the table next to me and sat down. He turned to me and said "Hi, you already know who i am, so who are you?"
I cautiously said "Annabeth." then added " You probably shouldn't talk to me, i am the schools outcast. Don't want you to be like me too, you are off to a great start to being popular."
"I don't care. Deal with it." He said with no particular emotion. Then he turned back to the front of the class.
I didn't know what it meant but i hoped that it means that he doesn't matter who i am, he still wants to be friends. But i could be wrong, so i didn't get my hopes up. I felt a little guilty that i might be the cause of his outcasting if he hung out with me but i didn't really care at the moment because i was trying to process what he said and what it meant.
The class were a blur and so was the next few. Then the bell rang signalling it was time for lunch. I walked to the canteen and prepared myself for the worst part of the whole day- lunch. The time for bullying and starting a food fight.
Done. I know it is short but this was last minute and i just wanted to write the story down before i forgot.
Thx for reading and till we meet again, i bid you ado. *bows down and lifts imaginary hat*
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