So this is the first chapter of what is hopefully a long story. Hopefully a good one, too. I'll try to update regularly; i'll probably go for at least one chapter a week. Well, anyways lets begin-

Annabeth's POV

"But MOM!"

"Annabeth Chase, you are going to Oklahoma whether you like it or not. You're lucky your career didn't get destroyed with this little stunt, So be thankful it's only this."

Mom's eyes were filled with anger and shame. As they bore into mine, I couldn't help but look away. They were so intense it was almost scary. It was silent for a little while. she sighed and finally broke the silence. "Go pack your things. Your flight is tomorrow morning. I will accompany you on your flight." she walked away, probably to bury herself in cover up work. It was going to be a long year.

-Next morning-

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

"Annabeth, wake up."

God, what time was it? It felt like it was three in the morning. Obviously it was't, because mom was opening the curtains to a bright day. "Get up, Annabeth! We need to get to the jet!" She yelled.

Oh yeah, That.

I drug myself out of bed. grabbing a pair of my old red converses. They weren't stylish or anything, but They were more comfortable that any high heels. Next I grabbed a pair of regular skinny jeans and a white tank top. It wasn't much, but it was the most comfortable thing she'd worn in months. I shook my head as I remembered the weeks of too tight dresses and way too high heels.

God, was it horrid.

"Come on Annie, We need to go!" I heard mom call from downstairs. "Don't call me Annie!" I shot back. I groaned and took one last look at my room. I would very much miss it. I spun around and stalked out of my room, very unhappy about not being back in there for at least a year. I continued down the stairs and to the limo, which would take us to the airport. I didn't talk to mom the whole way.

It surprisingly wasn't complete chaos when I got out of the limo. I guess mom was good at her cover up stuff. We hurried to our jet; well, my mom had to drag me along, me being to mopey to go any faster than a slow walk. "Come on, Annabeth!" Mom said with stress in her voice. "We can't let people know you're here. Then we'll have paparazzi looking everywhere!"

That was one thing I didn't want. I ran to our jet and gladly sat down. I knew it was going to be a long ride, so I pulled up the longest architecture book I had and started.

-Many Hours Later-

Percy's POV

"Percy!" I heard Mr. Frederick's voice call out to me. I ran from the barn and up to the house. "You needed something, sire?" I said, trying not to laugh at my sarcasm. He laughed. "Mr. Jackson, i need you to go pick up my daughter's things from the airport in Oklahoma city." He said, his voice dripping with just as much sarcasm as me, but with a weird accent. "Is this a joke?" I asked, for real this time. "No, My daughter is going to be staying with us for about a year. and I need you to pick her things up. She and her mom can't fit anything in that sports car of hers." He said.

Oklahoma city?

"That's like, three and a half hours from Springsteen!" "Couldn't you get, I don't know, Nico or something to do it?" I pleaded. He laughed a little. "I don't trust anyone else to get her things. Oh, and make sure you handle her things nicely. My celebrity daughter wouldn't like mud on her fancy suitcases, would she?" We had this running joke about his snotty celebrity daughter. With all the stuff Fred's told me, I couldn't even imagine her being here for a whole year.

I'm ninety-nine point nine percent sure working for Fred is going to be a living hell for a year.

I better get a raise for this.

"Fine." I sighed. I knew I wasn't going to win this argument, or any other one I had with Fred. God, was this going to set back my work on the barn. I know Nico wouldn't be doing crap while I was gone except for 'borrowing' my speakers from my jeep and blasting heavy metal in the barn. Grover was out on his date with Juniper, so he won't be able to work either. I sighed again and started up My jeep.

It was going to be a long ride.

(Still in Percy's POV)

About three hours into my drive, I saw an amazing sports car speed past me. I whistled to myself. That was a nice car. Wait, didn't Fred say that her daughter had a really fancy car? I just shrugged it off. I though of myself 'accidentally' pushing them out of the road. I laughed a little at the thought.

Then my radio cut out.

Well, there's karma for you.

It was even longer of a half hour without the radio. I entertained myself with thinking of things that could go wrong during the year. I winced as I thought of her telling me off for getting a smudge of mud on her 'bLaZiNg PiNk' suitcase. I just thought it would be that color, basing my thoughts off of the many horrifying stories of her.

As I arrived at the airport, I KNEW my life was over. There, where her luggage was sitting, was a hot pink jet. On the side of the plane, it said: "Watch where you're flying! Actress aboard!"

'Insert Face-palm.'

Annabeth's POV

Oklahoma city wasn't so bad, But what I didn't know was that I wasn't staying here.

I was staying in the dead end town of Springsteen Oklahoma.

"WHY DIDN"T YOU TELL ME THIS EARLIER!"

"Honey, again, this is for your own good. Paparazzi would find you almost immediately if you stay here. Your reputation is much more protected there. Plus, you don't have any friend here. You got Thalia In Springsteen.."

Thalia?

"Who's-. Oh yeah, we were best friends!"

"So where would you rather stay now?"

Her eyes got a look full of sarcasm. She had got me.

It only got better when I saw my red Porsche 911 GT3. "Thanks." I muttered. I wasn't going to give my mom the satisfaction of my thanks. I got into the drivers seat, ready to have a nice drive to Springsteen; that was, until my mom came up beside me and shook her head. "No missy, You aren't driving until you get back." I threw my head against the steering wheel, making the horn make a sudden beep. Against my will, I slid over to the passenger seat.

It was going to be a long ride.

When we were almost to Springsteen, I saw one of the ugliest cars ever. It was a black jeep, but it had mud EVERYWHERE. It was horrifying. That was when I remembered.

"My luggage!" I yelled "Where is it?"

"Don't worry," Mom said, trying to calm me down. "Your father sent someone to grab it. They should be back around the time you go to sleep so you can change for bed."

I sighed again.

What if he got dirt on it?

-Line Break-

as we pulled into my father's house, it was hard not to remember the few good times I had here. They were all before Suzan came into the picture.

-Flashback-

"Annabeth!?"

Ah, my dad's voice.

I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Waiting for me was a..

Pumpkin Pie.

I gasped. "Thanks daddy!" I squeaked, giving him a hug. "Your'e welcome, Annie.."

-End Flashback-

Thanks for giving me that nickname, dad.

I actually liked the architecture of the house, so I guess that was a plus. Now that I think about it, it might not be that bad. All except for one thing; Suzan and the twins.

That part would be interesting.

I mean, they were half the reason I left Springsteen in the first place.

I took a deep breath, and after a few seconds of mental preparations, I stepped out of the car and followed my mom up to the front door. A small chocolate lab was laying by the door. I couldn't help but pet it.

"His name is Grizzwald."

I jumped at the sound of my father's voice.

"Hey, uh... Grizzwald.." I said, feeling pretty awkward. It was a weird name. "Hello, Minerva." He said, the warmth in his voice gone. "Frederick." She shot back, her eyes filled with anger.

"Thank you for taking care of Annabeth in her time of need. You have her things for school?" She questioned, most likely hoping he'd screw something up.

They talked while I played with Griswald. I still thought it was a weird name, but I guess it fit the puppy, because his version of relaxing was lying on his back and chewing on his paws. I laughed when he started to fall asleep in the position.

I only heard the last part of their conversation.

"Frederick, no boys, and I mean it. She doesn't need any more distractions from her already shaky acting career."

He started laughing so hard I though he was gonna die.

"You don't have to worry about that." Then he stepped closer and whispered in her ear: "I kinda told all the farm boys that she was really obnoxious and stupid. You won't have to worry about them going after her."

I was really angry at that comment.

"I am NOT obnoxious, nor am I STUPID!" I yelled.

They both smiled at me, making me angrier.

"Well, I must be going now, Frederick. I have a meeting over lunch with some press I'm trying to keep quiet. Can't miss it." She waved at me and Dad as she pulled out of his driveway with MY Porsche.

"Come on in, Annie." He said, opening the door for me.

I stormed past him, muttering "Don't call me Annie!" I stormed up into my old room and flopped onto my bed.

'It's great to be home' I thought as I drifted off to sleep.