A/N: Hi...I'm back.
I realize that all/any of you SYOT readers are probably either burning with rage that I have the audacity to make a new story while abandoning my QQ.
Or you may just not care.
I am actually very sorry. My only excuse is that my computer got wildly attacked by a file-eating virus.
And that I am an extreme procrastinator.
If you are subscribed to me...thank you. And I hope you enjoy this beginning to a little PJO high school fic.
Thanks.
Love, me.
I tried.
I really did, actually. It's a testament to my idiocy, but I tried to show the gods reason.
They're so hopelessly blind to it that even if I waved it in front of their eyes, they would see right through it to me.
The desperate demigod.
Even my mother Athena refused to see my point of view. I cornered her alone, so there would be no mob psychology or anything. I didn't tell her this, of course—she believes she is wholly unbiased. But even then, she flatly refused me.
"Mom, are you serious about going to Goode high? I mean, why would you risk something like that?" That's what I asked her. Straight-out. Word for word.
She crossed her arms. How childish. I would point it out, but she cut me off.
"We have realized that the modern era has not been a fantastic one for the Gods. There have been no real adventures—"
"Percy Jackson?"
"No real godly adventures. We want to create something new."
"So you're going to Goode to fix your image?"
Athena clucked her tongue like a chicken. Like I said anything wrong. She looked down at me, barf-ably condescendingly.
"No, Annabeth. We're going to create an adventure for the ages."
I couldn't really tell the difference, and Athena seemed to realize that because she wrapped up the conversation. "Annabeth, no matter what you say, the gods are going to Goode. Just make the best of it."
"What best?" I didn't think she'd hear me.
She did. "You'll see."