A/N:

Hey guys, this is my very first story here on fanfiction so I have some things to clarify. I don't care if you hate this fic, flame it, leave negative commemnts, do whatever you want. That just means that you are reading. I let my haters be my motivators.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and I'm not going to whine about it like some of the other writers. :)

PERCY

The sound of my alarm clock woke me up. I groaned, a high pitched noise, smacking down the snooze button. The most horrible creation ever thought up from the consciousness of the human mind began that day: school.

"Percy," my mother's voice called sleepily from behind my door, "it's time to get up honey," I grumbled actual audible words words not yet formed forming on my lips. "Come on honey, I made your favorite. Blue waffles." My eyes shot open. I yawned and and stretched, rolling onto my feet. The promise of blue waffles too great for the sleepiness that once overpowered me. I got out of bed, dressing in a bright orange t-shirt and blue jeans. I ran out of the room as the smell of waffle drifted batter drifted into my room. I ran down the hall, while along the way rubbing our pet Mastiff on the head.

"Hey Mrs. O'leary," she barked in reply. I slid into the kitchen, where mom was standing at the counter and my step-dad, Paul Blowfis, had his head in the fridge. "Good morning," I said, sitting at the kitchen table.

"Good morning, Percy," Paul said, pulling his head from the fridge, bringing a carton of orange juice. Mom pulled the waffles from their iron, a soft blue hue coloring the pile. My mouth began to water, "So Percy are you ready for your first day of senior year?" Paul asked setting the carton of orange juice down and sitting across from me. Mom set down a plate of waffles and blueberry syrup. I smothered the waffles with syrup. I cut out a piece and shoved it in my mouth.

"I guess."

"Of course he's ready. Or at least he has to be. Remember Percy you have to get this year right," Mom said sitting down.

"What does that mean?" I asked, confused.

"No more expulsions, you promised me." I sighed.

"Mom-"

"Perseus Jackson you promised me!" Mom said, her voice slightly rising.

"Uh, alright," I said, slightly surprised at her tone. She sighed.

"Thanks, now hurry so Tyson can take you to school." That's right, my younger, cyclops brother had to take me to school. And that was because I didn't know how to get there. I didn't even know what school I was going to! Mom and Paul just kept saying it was a special school for kids like me. I found myself hoping she meant dyslexic, because, well I don't want to think about it.

"You will like this school. There's fish ponies, and chicken ponies, and peanut butter, and..." Tyson's excited talk came to a halt, his big round cheeks burning a deep crimson. "And pretty girls." He finished. I grinned.

"Tyson, you dog you." He stared down at the floor, continuing to walk. Tyson is my baby cyclops brother. Mom and I found him living in a card board box in an alley on 10th avenue. He began to live with us until my dad, Poseidon (god of the sea) told us he was really my brother and a cyclops. At first I wasn't too thrilled about it, but eventually the big guy grew on me, literally. There was this incident with a pile of evil seaweed, I don't want to talk about it. Anyway, Poseidon moved Tyson to a boarding school in Manhattan and he visits us on the weekends. That's the school I was going to. Mom said she was going to bring my things during the school day to my room. She didn't want me to move before the summer was over.

Tyson and I walked in silence until we reached a small red and white school house like the ones they had in the old days.

"We're here!" Tyson said, his expression changing to one of excitement. I looked at him skeptically.

"Are you sure this is the place, Tyson?" Tyson frowned.

"You don't trust me?" I shook my head furiously and held up my hands in surrender.

"No, no,no. That's not it! It's just that... this doesn't seem like a boarding school, that's all" I said hurriedly. Tyson's big grin returned.

"Percy should trust me," And with that he walked over the threshold of the school yard and disappeared.. A feeling of shock came over me.

"Tyson? Tyson?" Tyson's big cyclops head popped out, floating by itself over the threshold, confused.

"Are you not coming, if not you'll be late." Then the head disappeared once again. I frowned thoroughly confused, but judging from Tyson's extreme comfort in the situation I walked over the threshold.

An invisible force slammed into me. Stealing the wind from my lungs and bringing me to my knees. I inhaled and exhaled slowly not noticing I was on soft, green grass instead of hard, gray concrete.

"Upsy daisy," Tyson said, lifting me up to my feet. I hooked an arm around his shoulder.

"What in Hades was that?"

"Notus, god of the north wind. Ice Beard is really impatient. Shoving us over to school." Tyson said, shaking his head. I looked at him confused. "You'll get used to it."he added with a smile. I smiled back over come with nausea.

Finally I was able to get a better look at my surroundings. We were in a large field, lush green grass flattened underneath our feet.

"Tyson, where are we?" I asked, looking up to my brother. He grinned, showing all of his yellow, crooked teeth.

"Campus, silly." Tyson and I walked into a giant mansion. A master staircase spiraled toward us. Groups of teenagers swarmed in every direction. A girl with black hair walked past.

"Hey," I called in my best save voice. She turned, saw me, and scoffed. She left and I heard Tyson snickering behind me. I shot him a glare, but he continued to giggle.

"Not laughing, dude. Just thinking of a joke I heard. Hee-Hee." I glared at him once again then his giggled seized.

"Ahem, should take you to your room." Then he turned and began to walk away. I rolled my eyes, but followed him. Tyson turned down a long corridor, there were many doors on each side.

"This is where you've been living for the past four year?" I asked, looking around me.

"Yes, I've made many friends," He said, not continuing to walk forward. Suddenly a door opened on the left side, revealing two boys about my age with hooked noses and brown hair. They were clearly related, might've even been twins. When they saw me, their lips stretched into mischievous grins.

"Fresh meat," The slightly taller one said. Quickly, both of them wrapped an arm around my shoulders, beginning to walk along side me. "Hello fresh meat. I'm Travis." The slightly taller one on the left said.

"And I'm Connor," The shorter said.

"We're the Stoll brothers," This time they spoke together.

"I'm Percy Jackson." I said with a smile.

"Big Three. You won't last very long without us. Kids around here will seek you out to prove how much better they are. You'll need some protection." I looked over the scrawny looking boys and grinning.

"Sorry guys, but I think I can take care of myself," I said. It was true, you wouldn't be able to live the life of a demigod if you couldn't fend for yourself. Those mischievous grins grew wider.

"He doesn't get it," Travis said to Connor.

"Maybe it was your phrasing?" Connor questioned, still looking mischievous.

"Then how would you phrase such a proposal dear brother?" He asked Connor. Connor dipped his head.

"Well if you will allow me to I'll give it my best shot."

"Then after you," Travis said, gesturing with his hand. I grinned, these guys sure are funny.

"You see my friend," Connor began. I turned my attention to him. "He doesn't mean strength protection. As sons of Hermes, gods know we can't help you in that department. We mean a protection only we can provide. Status." I looked at him, confused.

"Status?"

"Status." He repeated.

"What do you mean?" I asked, still confused.

"Status. If you get status, no one will be able to challenge you. Right now your status is newbie. Which means everyone will try to knock you down a peg, making you prove your worth. And you being a kid of the Big Three will only make you more of a target." Connor explained.

"Right now you are at the bottom of the natural food chain in high school. We wanna help get you to the top." Travis said motioning with his hands again.

"Not even top," stated Connor. "You'll be more than memorable. You'll be notorious." I smiled. These guys give a compelling argument. I puled away from the Still brothers.

"Thanks guys, but I'd rather get my infamy the old fashion way. By earning it!" They pouted at me.

"Earning it? Where's the fun in that?" They said in unison. I grinned and turned to leave when I realized Tyson was nowhere to be seen.

"Tyson, Tyson?"I called, running down the long corridor. The big guy must not have noticed when I stopped walking with him.. I ran looking for Tyson anywhere I could..

I turned the corner and smacked right into another warm body mass. I fell back onto the hard tile floor, my head bashing against the tile floor. My vision blurred, pain erupted in the back of my head.

"Augh," I groaned, rubbing the sore spot.

"Watch where you're going," An angry female voice hissed at me. I sat up, looking for the voice . It was a girl. Her yellowish blond hair held up in a messy bun, a pen carefully perched on top of her left ear. Her tan skin added a sharp contrast to her storm cloud gray eyes. She wore a long black cardigan over a white t-shirt and blue jeans, wire-rimmed glasses sat slightly askew on the bridge of her nose, and large blueprints were scattered all over the floor.

She pulled the cardigan tighter around herself, saying, "Well, are you going to help me pick those up?" I shook myself off.

"Yeah, sorry," I began to gather the blueprints, momentarily gazing at one. "What's this?" I asked, holding up the print to the girl. She pushed her glasses up higher.

"Oh, that's a plan for a new temple for Athena, on Mt. Olympus. Strangely the old one was destroyed by an earthquake." I snickered to myself, ha-ha, that's still funny. "Annabeth."

"What?" I asked, trying to wipe the smirk off my face.

"My name. Annabeth," She said, offering her hand to me. I took it with a smile.

"Percy," She smiled back. I helped her up.

"Well, Percy don't go knocking anymore girls down," She said turning to leave.

"See you around," I blurted, instantly regretting it. She turned her head with a smile.

"Yeah, see you around," And she was gone. I grinned.

"Hey, there you are," A voice called. I turned to it. A boy my age with curly red hair and a wispy beard stood behind me. His eyes were deep brown, two small horns peeked out from the top of his hair, but those weren't the strongest things about him. His legs were those of a large brown goat, complete with dark brown fur and cloven hooves..

"Who are you?" I asked, trying not to stare at the lower half of his body.

"I'm Grover, your roommate. Percy right?" Grover said, extending his hand to be shaken just as Annabeth had. I took it.

"That's right." Grover smiled, and I had a feeling this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

"So you see anything you like at Mt. Olympus High yet?" Grover asked. I grinned looking in the direction Annabeth had gone.

"Yeah, I think I have."

ANNABETH

I ran into my History of Everything class just as Athena turned to the class.

"Thank you for joining us Ms. Chase." She said as I took my seat. I felt my face burn.

"Sorry Ma'am," She smiled sweetly.

"It's alright honey," I felt my heart flutter as I grinned back at my mother.

"Hey, Annabeth," A voice whispered in my ear. I sighed.

"What do you want, Luke.?" Luke grinned his champion smile at me.

"So, why are you late?"

"None of your business," I replied. Luke ran his hand through his light blond hair. His face was handsome if you liked that perfect pretty boy thing.

"I was just curious that's all,"

"Yeah, well don't be," I replied.

"Mmm, why do you have to be that way?" He asked with a pout. Just as I was about to answer him with every demanding remark I had in my arsenal when the sound of a door opening came from across the room.

"Ah, you must be our new student. Most of our kids have been here since childhood so you must be a rarity boy," Athena said, smiling but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Um, I'm sorry if that inconveniences you ma'am," I know that voice, I thought. I turned towards the door. A boy with raven black hair stood at the front of the room. He stared around the room with his sea green eyes.

"Percy?" I whispered.

"Who's Percy?" Luke asked, outraged. The boy in the front smiled and waved.

"I am," Luke sprang at Percy in a flash, drawing Backbiter, his sword.

"Ahhhh!" Luke yelled, Backbiter posed for Percy's throat. Percy, however, didn't move. It wasn't out of shock or fear. In fact, he seemed rather calm. Luke managed to slip behind Percy, Backbiter pressed against his throat. "Who are you, outsider?" Luke hissed, right next to Percy's ear. Percy smiled.

"Percy Jackson, and if I may ask who are you?"

"None of your business! How do you know Annabeth?" Luke asked, pressing his sword against Percy's throat.

"Luke that's enough!" I said getting up from my seat.

"Hold on Annabeth," Mother said blocking me with her arm. " Let the boy prove himself,"

"Mother!" I exclaimed.

"Hi Annabeth," Percy said with a wave. Luke growled.

"Don't talk to her! How do you know her?"

"We met in the hallway when I was looking for my brother," He explained. Luke didn't look convinced. "Now if you'll excuse me, I don't like being restrained." With that he grabbed Luke's arm and flipped him over his shoulder. Luke slammed against the floor. Percy knelt down to him. "Curse of Achilles. Comes in handy." He said, walking over to the empty seat beside mine.

"Whoa! Someone slammed him hard!" The Stoll brothers commented as they walked into the room.

"Alright everyone that's enough. Rachel could you take Luke to the nurse's office?" Mother asked. A girl with red hair and green eyes nodded, getting up from her seat, picking Luke up and dragging him out the room. "What a nice showing of strength by our newest student Percy Jackson." Mother lamented. Everyone clapped, Percy smiled at the class.

"Well, it's no surprise," The Stolls said together. "Since he is a child of The Big Three," A collective gasp rang out through the room. Me? My jaw just dropped to the floor.

"Which one?" Will Solace asked. The brothers shrugged, speaking together.

"That's the thing. No matter how far we dug we couldn't get that information. Not even our connection's connections knew. Someone really wanted his parentage to stay a secret." Everyone's eyes turned to Percy, including mine. "Well?" The Stolls asked. "Who is it?" Percy smiled, a big grin.

"It's no big secret. My father's Poseidon." Suddenly whispers erupted through the class, everyone was surprised. Everyone except Athena who wore a knowing smile on her face. I frowned and pushed my glasses further up and glanced at my side. Percy sat there smiling. I scowled, and dug into my memory. Percy Jackson on friendship: DELETE.