AN: Hi! This is my first ever fanfiction, so please be understanding if any spelling or grammar are wrong. I hope you like the story, so please review with any writing tips that you have or ideas of where the story could go next after this, just so I have an idea of what to do after this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or any other characters from HoO or BoO, Rick Riordan does. I may own the plot of this certain story but it is another Percabeth at High School.

Chapter 1

Percy's POV

I would like to say that I woke up with the sun shining through my window, the birds chirping, and the smell of pancakes wafting through into my room under my closed door. But if I did happen to say that, I would be lying. I woke up to my alarm clock blaring, a baby screaming (that was from outside), another alarm (which just so happened to be the fire alarm), burnt pancake smell (told you), an open door so that I could hear everything that was happening, and a dark room. I groan reminding myself that this was what was going to happen for the next, oh, five days or so. And to me that's a really big deal. I like my

sleep.
"Perce, honey?" I hear my mum yell from the kitchen. Great. She must have heard me groan. I shouldn't be thinking that, I should be helping. "Yeah?" I reply. Nothing. I tense, immediately thinking that there is something wrong. "Percy!" I hear a yell and relax. She just didn't hear me. "Yes! I heard you the first time!" I reply again.

"Okay! There's no need to be snappy!" Urgh. I swear on the inside. Now I've gone and got her mad. "Sorry! I'm just tired." I scream down the stairs.

"Yeah. I know honey. I am too but we need to get through this." She says back. I sigh. I feel like a jerk. I grab a towel, run out of my room and across the hall to the bathroom. I relieve myself and then take a shower. While the water batters my head, something nags me at the back of my mind. I push the feeling away and just soak in the heat before the water starts to go cold.

I wrap the towel around my waist shivering. Getting out of the shower sucks. I head into my room and look in disgust at the mess. There are clothes in every corner of my room, not to mention on every inch of the floor. My bed sheets and pillow and my Pillow Pet Panda were flung all around, covering pretty much every surface. At least it's not the same with tissues. They're usually everywhere. At my old house they were everywhere. It's been a sickness ridden winter. I find my way to my drawers and get changed. I am wearing black skinny jeans and a green shirt that I have rolled up to just below my elbows. My black hair is carelessly styled and just looks messy. That is because I haven't touched it. I couldn't care less about what I look like.

I finally got down the stairs and grab the rice bubbles from the cupboard, a bowl and some milk. I make myself breakfast before jumping onto the couch and turning on the TV. Okay I guess I should explain what I should be 'helping' with and why I will be waking up like this for a while, and all that stuff. My mum, Paul, and I have moved. After my mum and Paul had saved up for a bit, they decided to get a new place, to create new memories and other crap like that. I need to help unpack and move furniture. Mum says that this should go on for about a week. She and Paul have been under lots of stress and pretty much everything is going wrong. Even my pancakes have burnt! My blue pancakes! Of all things!

Also I am moving to a new school and it starts at quarter to nine which is really early! My other school started at nine! There's a reason that my mum set my alarm clock early… Oh Schist! It's Monday! I'm supposed to go to school! A new school! I sprint up the stairs to my mums and Pauls room. I burst through the door and start yelling. "Paul! Paul! Paul!" When I hear a reply, a muffled "What?" It comes from their ensuite. I yell "Can you give me a lift to school?! I completely forgot!" I hear a laugh from my mum who is under the covers and a chuckle from Paul who is probably taking a shower.

I frown. "Mum, when you yelled at me this morning, did you want me to do something?" I completely forgot to ask her what it was that she wanted. "No honey it's alright. I just wanted to make sure you were awake. Have you even checked the time yet?" She replied.

"No… Why?"

"Because it's only 7:30 in the morning. You have plenty of time to get ready." Inside I collapse in relief. "Thank the Gods." I say smiling. While I'm happy, my mum frowns. "Are you okay? You never forget these kinds of things."

"I'm fine mum. Just tired."

"Okay. As long as you're alright." She grins. "You'd better go and get ready! Oh and Paul will still take you to school." Paul is going to be my English teacher so I am hoping that he can maybe get me some better grades. Well, at least that's what I'm hoping. I run back into my room and run around in circles of a few minutes to calm down.

Once I stop, I realize that I don't know what to do. I grab my school bag and sling it across my shoulder. I grab some money to buy some mints on the way to school. I get my phone and keys and put them in my pocket before thinking twice and putting them in my bag. I run my hands through my hair a little to make it a little less messy. I then leave my room feeling as if I've done okay.

While I am making my way down the stairs, I yell for Paul and ask if he is ready to take me to school.

"Yeah Perce, just give me a minute." I hear his reply and sit on the couch, relaxing. I get his car keys from the counter and swing them around my finger. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs and I jump up and run to the front door, excited but still very nervous.

I get into the car and sit in the passenger seat. When we get started I close my eyes, just thinking up random things that could happen on this very first day.

"We're here Percy. Welcome to Goode High."

Thanks for reading! If I get any reviews on this, then I will update, but if there isn't, I will still update anyway! I hope that you enjoyed the story, and if you have any tips for me what-so-ever, they would be amazing. Please review so I know what I should add to my story!

-Kitty