Hey, everybody! I'm back I guess... So here we go! Yay! Sorry it takes me forever to do things, but I finally am finished with public speaking and cheerleading, so my schedule just drastically cleared up. I will, as always, try to update at any possible time.

Chapter 1: Piper

Car rides had never been my thing, at least ever since I was welcomed to the eyes of flying in an airplane. I did a lot of that for my work as a model. But sometimes even I need a break from long hours of posing and wearing glamorous clothing. Driving to our destination made me and my best friend Annabeth seem more like normal nineteen year old girls who have nothing figured out yet and need a break from the stress.

Speaking of my horrible pal, Annabeth just then started to blast Katy Perry's Firework throughout our car.

"Baby your a firework! C'mon let your colors burst!" She sang high and out key. I should know since I used to take singing lessons, but quit after we got into an accident a few years ago.

That is the other reason I don't like car trips. Back in the summer before freshman year, Our good friends Thalia and Bianca were driving us home from cheerleading tryouts when the vehicle in front of us stopped unexpectedly. I was told I had just taken off my seatbelt when it happened and I went flying through wind shield from the back seat. Annabeth had also removed the strap to retrieve a bag from the trunk. Her head unsuspectingly smacked into Bianca's head rest and then the floor. Thalia was unhurt in the passenger seat, but Bianca was not so lucky. Bi ended up dying two weeks later from her many, many injuries. Annabeth and I still aren't the same. We still can't remember a thing from before the accident.

What does that have to do with my ending of singing lessons? I'm not quite sure, but I do know that singing has never felt the same for me.

"Annabeth, stop making donkey noises!" I shrieked, holding back the urge to throw something at her. No need to get into another car accident.

She laughed, a much nicer noise than her singing voice.

You probably already think we're pretty because of our model status. Annabeth had long, golden princess like curls and stormy gray eyes. She was smarter than anyone I had ever met in my life and after she modeled for a few years, she was going to venture out and become an architect.

I was more dull than her. I had choppy, uneven brown hair and eyes that don't really have a color. I know that's crazy, but even I don't know my eye color. It changes every few seconds from blue to brown to purple to black to green and every other color to exist. I also have very tan skin because of my Cherokee blood. I'm not smart like Annabeth and I honestly don't know how I have friends at all. I don't think I have any good characteristics and I'm bossy. Who would want to be friends with someone like that?

Annabeth threw me a pouty frown. "I thought you loved my singing Pipes. You said just yesterday that I am perfect in every aspect of the word. Don't I have a perfect voice?"

"As you can tell," I said in serious voice, "I am a great lier. Now shut your face Chase!"

"Fine Mclean. If you say so. I'm just gonna cry now."

I rolled my eyes. "You are such a drama queen. How much longer till we get there?"

"Depends. We left LA two days ago at three in the morning. It is four in the afternoon now. We should get to Myrtle Beach tomorrow morning, seeing that this trip usually takes us 37 hours."

"Poo," I proclaimed. "More driving."

"And even worse," my blonde friend said with a smirk, "You're driving."

We both groaned as the Katy Perry hit ended and the radio announcer, Apollo Apollo, came back on. He was a sneaky guy that we had met a few times. A sneaky, perverted guy.

"Hello, hi, hòla, bonjour! What a great song by a great woman to interject into our weekly count down of the best one hundred songs. And now that you are in suspense, I would like to announce this week's top hit! Once again, for the tenth week in a row, Over My Head by the Demigods!"

"Ugh," Annabeth and I said in unison as the voice of Jason Grace came over the speaker. Jason Grace, who just so happened to be our friend Thalia's twin brother.

I didn't know why Annabeth and I hated them so much. They just had everything they could ever wish for, and yet they always seemed to want more. I could say that from experience; my step brother, Leo, was in the band. He was a little narcissistic idiot, and sure I still love him, but I wouldn't go to such lengths for the the others. Maybe Frank Zhang. He's a sweetheart, but not Nick di Angelo, who is far to creepy for me. Then Percy Jackson and Jason are pretty much just like Leo, so I would never like them.

Percy Jackson sang. Annabeth sighed, turning off the radio.

"I hate that bull. Can't everyone just stop obsessing over them?"

I shook my head. "Afraid not. They're the new One Direction, I guess, since that Zayn character abandoned ship."

"Don't even get me started on that!" Annabeth cried. "I miss him so much! He was an incredible singer who..."

As my friend blabbed on about her favorite band since the Beatles, I looked out the window.

Did I mention how much I hate road trips?

Yay! There we go. The start once again to this story. It will be roughly based on the original, but I am making it less rushed and am changing some details. Wish me luck!

PS- Featured songs aren't mine. Katy Perry Firework. The Fray Over My Head. Thanks again guys! Look up Over My Head if you don't know it. It's good.