Okay, so I know I haven't updated my story "Ordinary Girl or Extraordinary Girl" in a long time. But I have come up with this story. So everybody knows about Nancy Bobofit, right? From the Lighting Thief, remember? Well I though that Nancy should get her own story. So this takes place before The Lost Hero, but after TLO. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I, the Son of Lord Zeus, does not own Percy Jackson or its characters. Rick does.

A cold harsh autumn ripped through the streets of New York City. Busy and late workers rushed by. On the streets, busy cars could be heard. "HONK!" a loud car beeped. A sound of a police whistle went "TWEET!" as it told cars to go or stop. A young girl with stringy red hair walked through the streets trying to avoid the patrons on the sidewalk.

A person bumped into her. "Watch it you idiot!" the stringy red-head yelled. The patron stared at her and kept walking. "Yeah, you better keep walking," she yelled. "Idiot," she mumbled. Nancy pulled her jacket over her to keep her warm, then fixed her backpack and put back on her shoulder.

Nancy continued to walk towards her destination. The most hated place in the whole world, school. From experience, school was not the place for her. Nancy especially hated public schools and schools in general. But the school she was going to was Goode High School.

Nancy finally arrived at torture- oh, I mean school. She stared at the school. She shivered as the cold, autumn wind blew through her hair and chilled her to the bone. Nancy walked towards the high school's main doors. Upon entering, the school's hallways were fairly quiet. Students quietly mumbled amongst friends and themselves. Nancy looked around. If was her first public school for years. This was her sophomore year. She turned to her left. She saw a cheerleader with Gucci purse. Something to steal, she thought knowing her kleptomania was kicking in.

Nancy quietly advanced toward the purse. The cheerleader turn around and yelled, "What do you think you're doing?" Nancy said nothing, shocked someone had caught her. Back in Yancy, Mrs. Kerr let her do anything without getting caught.

"I said, what do think you're doing?" the cheerleader yelled, again.

Nancy stuttered. "N-nothing," she replied. The girl flipped her hair over her shoulder. "That's what I thought," she said as she walked away, leaving Nancy starring like a deer in headlights.

Shocked, Nancy slowly turned around, realizing she attracted an audience. "No one said for you to turn around and come over here. So leave!" Nancy shouted at the students. Kids quickly turned around, but not because of Nancy herself, but because of the person behind her. She turned around, slowly, and saw a teacher behind her. Damn, she thought.

"Come with me, miss," the teacher said in a calm voice.

Double damn, she thought again. She followed the teacher, hoping she wasn't in trouble.

"Please, sit," the man said.

Nancy sat in the desk closest to the teacher's desk.

"So, what's your name?" the teacher asked, trying to, make small talk.

Nancy didn't speak. She was hoping she wasn't in trouble.

"OK, fine I guess I'll go first. I am Paul. Paul Blofis. Not blow fish. Please, heaven forbid you call me Mr. Blowfish. It's Mr. Blofis. Anyway I'm the English teacher here. So what's your name, miss?" Paul said.

"Nancy. Nancy Bobofit."

"OK, Miss. Bobofit let's go over a few rules. One, no stealing from people. And two, no shouting, please?" he asked,

Nancy nodded. "Good," the English teacher said. "Anyway feel free to ask me anything. And your also in my homeroom and English class. That's good. So let's not start your year on the wrong foot, Nancy. You hear me?"

Nancy nodded.

"Good. Class begins 15 minutes, so don't be late." And with that Paul walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Nancy walked out. She turned and saw a kid. The kid was about 16 years old and had jet black hair. His eyes were a sea-green that made Nancy weak to her knees. She felt like she was in the middle of the calm ocean. He had muscle, but not like bodybuilder, more lean muscle, like a runner or an athlete. She followed the boy outside. There she saw him taking to a girl. The girl had curly blond hair, a body of a stereotypical Californian girl, except the eyes. Her eyes were stormy-gray. Like as she was analyzing everything around her. Nancy saw the boy kiss the girl on the mouth. She felt her heart squeeze. She did the one thing she could do, run.

Nancy ran. Until she hit someone of course. "Watch where you're going, you idiot!" she snapped.

"Um... I'm sorry?" the boy said.

Nancy looked up. It was the boy she had a crush on. But then, shock. Shock ran through her body. She realized she was in love with her enemy.

"You!" they both said. "I thought I left back you at Yancy. I thought I was rid of you." they both said.

"What are you doing here, Nancy? I thought you stayed at Yancy. I thought I was rid of you!" he complained.

"Me, too!" Nancy snapped, not liking this either.

Then the boy suddenly went on a rant. "Di immortales! Curse you Fates! Why did you do this to me? Isn't my life already crazy enough?" he shouted at the sky. Thunder rumbled in the sky, though there wasn't a storm cloud in the sky. And Nancy thought her life could get anymore crazier.

"Don't think I like this, Jackson, cause you're wrong! Wrong!"

That's right, Nancy has a crush on none other than Percy Jackson himself. Boy she really needs the medications. And fast. Because her life is about to become a living hell.

A/N: OK, there you have it the first chapter about Nancy. So now the question is, should I continue? You can tell me by clicking the review button at the bottom of this here story. Reviews, C.C and flames are welcome. Thank you! Xie Xie Ni! (Thank you).

~I am the Son of Lord Zeus.