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I do not own PJ or HOO. If I did then no one would read it.
P.O.V
Annabeth
The day started out like any other ordinary day. Dad is wondering around, looking for a missing piece of his plane diorama. The twins are snickering because it's behind their back, and I am simply not looking forward to another day of summer with the little snot monsters.
"Breakfast smells good today." I state as I walk into the kitchen. It smelled of cinnamon toast with eggs and sausage.
"Yep, and I didn't burn it this time." cheers my step mom.
Just then my dad walks into the kitchen
"Have any of you found the propeller to the plane I am building now," questions my dad as he sneaks a piece of toast from the platter of food. "I thought I put it on my desk but I couldn't find it and I can't continue building the plane with out the propeller properly attached! Then I won't be able to finish my diorama for the museum and its due in two weeks! I just wish I could find that propeller."
I see the twins snicker again and say "Well, we don't have it." this is an obvious lie, because they have it behind their backs and they are terrible liars.
After we eat I ask Dad a simple yet complex question, "Where are you going to school this year?"
"Well, your going to this public school down the road called San Fransisco Middle. now I'm going to go check the mail.
Soon dad returns and hands me an older style envelope that is sealed with a red wax stamp. I open the letter and it is written in a fancy style of calligraphy.
"The letter says, We are pleased to inform you that Annabeth Chase is accepted to the fine school called Half-Blood Academy. We will sending a bus to pick her up at dawn tomorrow at the nearest bus stop. This is a boarding school so please bring anything that you could possibly need, from Principle Zeus Jupiter."
The rest of the day dragged on and pretty soon, it was the next day and we were at the nearest bus stop.
I glance at the letter again. It's dawn and I am standing here with my suitcase, waiting for the bus to arrive.
Then the bus finally pulls up and I say a quick goodby to my Dad and Stepmom.
"Mom, Dad I will miss you."
"And we will miss you to honey, please write to us."
"OK," I say with tears welling up in my eyes.
"And honey," says my Dad, "Tell me if you know where the propeller is."
"Dad!" I yell.
I get on the bus and sit next to a girl with spiky black hair and black clothes
"The names Thalia Grace, what's yours?"
"Annabeth Chase," I say timidly.
"Well Annabeth, you and me are going to be besties, that's cool right? I don't know anyone else except my brother Jason, but lets face it, he is not much company for me."
"I can relate I have two younger twin brothers."
We talk for a while and even more kids pile in. I guessed I fell asleep because Thalia shook me saying "We're here at the airport."
"What" I thought, "An airport?" But yes we were at an airport.
As I steped of the bus, the bus driver said"See that lady over there, She'll help you find your plane, good luck."
As I turned around to thank him, but the bus driver and the bus wasn't there, just a large pile of luggage took its place.
I quickly grabbed my suitcase and hurried off, trying to keep up with Thalia and the rest of the group.
The lady had a kind warm smile that warmed me from inside out; she was wearing a flight attendant's uniform and looked as if she was the happiest person in the world.
"Follow me children, and stay close," she warned.
We weaved through a mass of people and walked onto a small train and rode it to section O. From there we walked to a deserted area and started boarding flight O800. As I walked in the plane took my breath away for several moments and I kept walking driven on by sheer force.
A/N: This was written by my co-writer, who will stay unknown. The second chapter will be coming out soon, so stay tuned for more. Please review and tell us how you think of this so far. Hope you have a good day.