Hey guys! So, this is the first pjo story I've written, so don't be too harsh on me. The first chapter is more of a filler, so not much really happens but I can assure you that as the story goes on (if I continue it!) there will be more action! For now it's rated K, but it will probably progress to a T. With that, enjoy + R&R!

AT ONE FELL SWOOP

Chapter One

Annabeth's POV

My alarm clock buzzed with its shrill bleeping, signalling that it was time for me to get up. I looked to my right, where my batman clock lay on top of a pile of books on my bedside table. Ugh, I thought, 6:30am. Can't I just have a lie in for once? I groggily rolled over so that I was facing the other way, and tried to drift back to sleep, ignoring the piercing ringing of the alarm. I'd just wait until dad came in and woke me up.

But then I realized. Dad wouldn't come into my room demanding that I get up or I'll be late for school. Mom wouldn't be making breakfast in the kitchen. They were gone, so it was my duty to take over as the parent in our new home. Aunt Jennifer certainly wouldn't be getting up to wake us.

I hauled myself out of bed, and sleepily made my way across the mess-filled rooms to the kitchen. Why were we put with Aunt Jennifer, of all people? I knew she wasn't going to care for us properly. She hardly gave a damn. The apartment is quite big, though it feels smaller than it actually is, considering I have to share it with two nine year olds and an aunt who leaves rubbish all over the place. We've only been here for three days and I already hate it. I look over to the living room, where there are toy cars and action figures strewn across the floor. How have they made a mess already? I made some space on the island in the kitchen and opened a packet of pancakes that you can put in the toaster; Bobby and Matthew's favourite. I bought them especially when I went grocery shopping yesterday. After making myself a cup of coffee, I went to wake up my brothers. When I saw them in their room, I chuckled to myself. Somehow in the night, Bobby had managed to end up with his head at the wrong end of the bed, and Matthew was sleeping sideways. Typical boys. I was just going to wake them up normally, but I had a sudden idea. As quietly as I could, I ran over to Bobby's bed and dived onto him.

"WAKE UP!" I shouted in his ear, with a slight song in my voice. "You too Matthew, you need to have breakfast before I take you to school."

"Annabeth" Bobby groaned, "It's too early, I want to go back to sleep."

"You have to get up sometime, it's your first day of school, remember?" I replied.

"I don't care!" whined Matthew.

"I've got pancakes."

That got them up. I've never seen them move so fast! Bobby almost knocked me over in his manic rush to get to the kitchen. I chuckled to myself and made a silent thank you to whoever was out there that I still had them, even if my parents were gone.

FLASHBACK

We were on our way home from Bobby and Matthew's big soccer game of the season. Their team had won, with Matthew scoring the winning goal. It was a bright, sunny day, even if it was almost winter and there was a slight chill in the breeze. We'd just been to McDonalds as a special treat. All five of us were smiling and laughing and singing at the tops of our voices to a cheesy song from an 80s musical. Bobby and Matthew were waving their arms about, trying to dance in their seats. Dad turned around to tell them to stop or they'll distract other drivers. He was trying to be stern, even if he had a huge grin still plastered across his face. But we were coming up to an intersection, and he wasn't looking. All I remember was a sudden screeching sound and being thrown sideways, hitting my head on something hard. The last thing I remembered was an agonizing throbbing in my skull, before I drifted out of consciousness and into a dark oblivion.

After dropping my brothers off at their new elementary school, which was about a ten minute drive away from our new apartment, I made my way to Goode High School. Goode had an excellent reputation, with very high academic results as well as fantastic sports facilities. They supposedly had an amazing art and design department as well, which I, being an aspiring architect, was very excited about.

I pulled up into a space near the back of the parking lot about ten minutes before the bell was due to ring. As I made my way to the entrance, I was given a few side glances from other students, but I shrugged them off. I could understand their curiosity. After all, who transfers schools in the middle of a semester? I kept my head down, hoping keep a low profile and stay unnoticed. I didn't want anyone finding out about my past school or my parents; I didn't want anyone asking questions. I was determined not to let the kids treat me like they had at my last school, and so I needed to be inconspicuous. That meant no new friends. I wasn't getting into the mess everyone calls friendship again. Not after my ex-'best friend' Calypso told everyone all my secrets last time.

I kept my eyes facing the floor as I made my way to the administration's office, where I needed to sign in as a new student and get my timetable. The woman there was nice, but a bit too nice for my liking. I mean, come on, who is that happy at half past eight in the fricking morning? Before she could finish lecturing me about the school policies, the bell rang, signalling the time for first period. I quickly said my thanks and hurried off to class. I looked down at my timetable. First lesson was English.

When I briskly walked into class, I found that almost everyone else, including the teacher, was already there. Quite a few heads turned towards me as I hurried to the front of the room, where a middle-aged man with hunched shoulders was sitting, engrossed in a novel.

"Excuse me sir?" When he saw me, he sat up straighter and smiled.

"Oh, hello. Can I help you with something?"

"Yes actually, I'm your new student, Annabeth Chase. I was just wondering where you wanted me to sit." I saw him scanning the room, and I noticed there were only a few empty seats. I tried not to catch anyone's eye as I looked around, but I noticed almost everyone was staring at me.

"Go take that seat at the back in the corner, next to Percy. And by the way, my name is Mr Blofis."

"Thank you Mr Blofis" I replied.

As I made my way down one of the aisles, one of the students stuck his foot out to trip me. Before I knew it, I fell face-first onto the floor, my books going everywhere and the whole class burst out into laughter. Great, just great. I hurried to gather my things and made my way over to my seat, which was next to a tall boy with messy, jet black hair. When I sat down he turned to look at me, but first I caught him glaring and the jock who just caused me all that embarrassment. I looked up at his face and he turned to smile at me.

"Hey, what's your name?" he said.

"Annabeth, Annabeth Chase. What about you?"

He smiled again. "My name is Percy Jackson."