Time Flies- Percabeth Fanfic
Hello everyone. This is an AU story about Percabeth living a mortal life and first meeting when they were four years old, in kindergarten. Each chapter will show a new year in their life, and the story will remain in Annabeth's PoV. Any pop culture reference that I might make, such as books, music, etc. have all rights to their owners, and of course, Percy Jackson and all other characters belong to Uncle Rick Riordan. With no further ado, please enjoy the first chapter of Time Flies!
Chapter One:
Kindergarten
Annabeth didn't like to wear bows in her hair, especially not pink ones. Though it seemed to be that as much as she objected to Helen putting these torture devices in her hair, she would gain no avail.
"Annabeth, dear, bows are very pretty, and don't you want to look pretty for your first day of kindergarten?" Helen asked.
"No. I want to not wear bows for my first day of kindergarten."
Helen tied up the last bow into Annabeth's hair, and much to here dismay, Helen also declined Annabeth's requests to wear her converse gray high tops that she specifically got for school.
"Sneakers are not for the first day of school, Annabeth. Sneakers are for the second day." Helen had said to Annabeth when she had asked for permission to wear her sneakers.
Annabeth didn't understand what the difference was if she wore sneakers on the first day of school or the second day of school, or both.
Once Helen had finally accomplished making Annabeth look like a princess, Annabeth had gone downstairs to eat her breakfast.
She didn't expect her father to react the way that he did, however.
Normally he would simply greet Annabeth a good morning, and they would sit down and eat their breakfast. However, this morning, her dad smiled a huge smile, and threw his hand over his heart.
"Oh my gosh! I'd never thought that I'd live to see the day that my little Annabeth agreed to wear a dress!" he exclaimed, smiling.
"Well, let me tell you, she didn't put it on willingly. You had to see her objections to the bows in her hair." Helen said.
"Daddy, can I please wear my sneakers to school today? These dress shoes aren't comfortable." Annabeth begged.
"Tomorrow you can, Annabeth. Today you need to wear your pretty dress shoes."
"But my sneakers are pretty."
"Annabeth, eat your breakfast." Her father said.
So Annabeth did as she was told, and sat down in her designated chair to eat her breakfast. Today, in honor of Annabeth's first day of kindergarten, daddy had made special pancakes, with smiles on them. They had strawberry eyes, a whipped cream nose, and a banana smile.
Annabeth thought that it was a bit silly for a pancake to have a face, but she appreciated the thought and did think that it was fun.
Once Annabeth had finished her breakfast, she hopped up from her chair, and went to her room to go and grab her school bag.
Annabeth loved it, because it had her favorite animal of all time, an owl, on it. It also showed off silver sequins, and a blue background of fabric.
Annabeth had all of her crayons, and pencils, and books, and her books for entertainment.
The novel that Annabeth was currently reading was called City of Ashes, by a woman named Cassandra Clare.
People had always said that Annabeth was exceptionally intelligent for her age, as most four year olds didn't even know the alphabet, let alone having the ability to be reading three hundred plus paged novels. People suggested that she skip to the first grade before going to kindergarten, but her parents and he had declined the offer, as they all wanted Annabeth to be able to receive the experience of going into kindergarten.
Annabeth had gone back downstairs to see her father and step-mother waiting for her, ready to dismiss her off onto the school bus.
Once the bus had come, Annabeth was hugged and kissed by her father and her step-mother, and sent off to school with well wishes. Annabeth thought that they were being a bit too smothery, but she accepted the attention and then went off onto the school bus.
Annabeth sat alone in the front of the bus, reading her book, ignoring the other screaming children. They seemed pretty undignified to Annabeth, but they were not of her concern. Annabeth was responsible for her own behavior, not theirs.
The ride to school took about fifteen or twenty minutes, and Annabeth wouldn't have even realized that they had all arrived if not for the bus driver telling them that it was time to get off, and that they were to go inside the double doors at the front of the building.
Annabeth put her book into her backpack and zipped it closed, finally exiting the loud bus.
But that was nothing compared to the volume of the hallways.
Children were screaming and pushing each other around, and in a short summary, acting barbaric, but again, Annabeth had no concern for them. She was concerned about locating her classroom. Her father had said that it was a door with a sign that said Mrs. Wheeler on the front, and Annabeth had found it easily.
She entered the classroom, and found it to be filled with all sorts of entertaining things, like paints, and crayons, and toy cars, and dolls, and books-children's books, however- and a group of other children.
All the girls were wearing dresses, except for one girl with long brown haired and Indian-like skin, who was wearing a black skirt and a blue shirt.
The boys were all dressed in nice collared shirts and shorts or pants, and much to Annabeth's jealousy, sneakers.
If boys could wear sneakers on the first day of school, why couldn't Annabeth wear sneakers on the first day of school?
"Hi." A woman with curly shoulder length hair and brown eyes said, bending down to meet Annabeth's height.
"Hello." Annabeth said, politely.
"What's your name?"
"I'm Annabeth."
"Well hi there, Annabeth. I'll be your teacher this year, Mrs. Wheeler. Do you see anything that you think you would find interesting to play with?"
"I was going to read."
"Oh, well we have a lot of books on the shelf that you can look at."
"Thank you, but I've brought my own book, because my daddy said that they probably wouldn't have books for my reading level in a kindergarten class room."
"What book is it that you're reading?"
"City of Ashes, by Cassandra Clare."
Mrs. Wheeler seemed surprised by Annabeth's answer, but smiled nonetheless.
"You must be exceptionally smart, to read such a big book."
Annabeth smiled, wanting this lady to go away. It wasn't that she didn't like Mrs. Wheeler, in fact it was quite the opposite. She was a very pleasant lady, but Annabeth had her own things that she wanted to do instead of mindlessly conversing with people.
"Well, Annabeth, if you need anything, feel free to let me know, alright?"
"Alright." Annabeth said.
Annabeth decided to sit down at a blue table, her second favorite color, and unzipped her backpack to retrieve her book. She opened it up to the page that she had left off on and began reading.
She had successfully read about four pages before somebody came and sat down next to her.
Annabeth looked up from her book and saw that the person was a boy with messy black hair and the coolest eyes that she's ever seen. They were green, like the ocean, and Annabeth found them intriguing.
He wore sneakers, a plain blue t-shirt, blue jeans, and a blue PolarTec jacket.
"Hello." Annabeth said.
The boy looked over at her and smiled. "Hi."
"What's your name?"
"I'm Percy."
"Hi, Percy, I'm Annabeth."
"Annabeth is a pretty name. I've never met someone named Annabeth before."
"Thank you. I've never met someone name Percy before."
"What are you reading?" he asked her.
"This is a book called City of Ashes."
"I don't know how to read."
"Do you want me to teach you?" Annabeth asked.
"Yeah!" Percy exclaimed. "My mommy always writes notes to my stepdad, and I can't read them, and I can't read the words on TV, and I would love to finally be able to read the book my mommy reads me every night before bed."
"Well, you're in luck then. I know how, so you'll learn."
"Cool!"
It turned out to be that Percy wasn't the easiest student to teach. He kept on getting distracted, and going to the bathroom, and the teacher didn't help by calling all to an unsanitized carpet in the middle of the room to play games.
Percy didn't need games right now. He wanted to learn how to read.
Percy seemed to have fun, though so Annabeth thought that a break couldn't hurt. All productive workers got breaks.
So Annabeth and Percy played patty-cake and drew pictures, and when they went outside., they played jump rope and tag and hopscotch.
Percy and Annabeth didn't get to read much that day, but Annabeth had all the intentions of teaching him.
Hello. Thanks for reading the first chapter of Time Flies! Leave a review, constructive criticism is appreciated, flames will be ignored. I will update within the next few days, so come check back to see if there is an update. I am currently writing other Percabeth fanfics, and I have already completed a fanfiction called Promises for all of the Attack on Titan fans reading this. Go check it out, and have a magical day!