All characters are owned by Rick Riordan, not me. I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, or Heroes of Olympus.

All the characters in this story are fully mortal (unfortunately)… so AU

This is my first attempt at a fan fiction, so any criticism is greatly appreciated!

Annabeth was sick of school. For six years she had been forced to return day after day and face her annoyingly stupid teachers. Even after mastering every one of their subjects, and finishing an entire course-year's worth of work in a few weeks – with one hundred percent accuracy – she was still forced to return again and again and listen to those idiots lecture. And while the work had been irritating enough due to her dyslexia, her ADHD was the real issue. Trying to listen to a person with an IQ vastly inferior to her own without letting her mind wander was virtually impossible. It didn't matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn't focus on the monotonous droning. So, every day, she intentionally got herself into just enough trouble to be sent out of the classroom, but never enough to get onto her record. She still wanted to go to college, after all.

"It's the third week of school; and, once again, I've finished the entire year's work," she muttered to herself, while she sat down in the hallway. "At least this year my teachers expected it, so they are just letting me sit outside now. I don't have to tease them anymore." Even still, it was pretty lonely being the smartest person in the school. The only time people talked to her was when they needed something. 'Can you help me write this essay?', 'Why don't we partner up?', 'How do you differentiate equations?', and the list just went on.

Sitting outside the classroom, though, people couldn't try to abuse her intellect. She stretched out her arms and legs, placed her head against the wall, and closed her eyes. "Blessed silen-"

BOOM! Annabeth jerked upright and saw someone sprawled on the floor a few feet away, and a large dent in the locker in front of him. Springing to her feet, she ran over to him, and helped him climb to his feet while he rubbed his forehead. "Ouch…" he mumbled. "What did I trip on?"

"I think that might have been me," Annabeth began. Then the teacher looked out to see what had happened. Answering the quizzical look on Mr. Brunner's face, she said, "Sorry, Mr. Brunner. He tripped and fell into the locker. I'll take him to the nurse." Rolling his eyes, Mr. Brunner closed the door and went back to teaching his Latin class.

"Why were you out here with your legs across the hallway, anyway?" the boy asked, rather irritated.

"And why were you walking down the hall, not watching where you were going, during the middle of a class?" Annabeth retorted, liking the boy less and less. 'Just another student who barely has the brains to tie his own shoes,' she thought to herself.

"Touché. I'm a new student. I just moved here from New York: my mom got a publisher for her new book. I was looking at my schedule when I tripped over your leg, sorry. By the way, my name is Percy. Yours?"

"That's wonderful. Let's get you to the nurse," 'so I can return to my own life,' Annabeth finished in her mind.

"Okay then… never mind." The rest of the walk was in silence.

"There is the nurse's office. Good luck getting around the school." Without another word, Annabeth turned and walked back down the halls, leaving Percy behind to fend for himself.

I'm only planning to make this chapter third person, hopefully the rest will be in first person: either Annabeth or Percy. But we'll have to wait and find out!