Re-write for chapter 1. I am a terrible person… OK I reread my chapter and realized that half of didn't make any sense whatsoever. So I went back to edit it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and Co.

Annabeth

Annabeth Chase, a 16 year-old girl who just moved from San Francisco to Manhattan, was standing outside the doors of her new school. She sighed; most of her friends were in San Fran while she was stuck in Manhattan. At least she knew someone here though, Thalia Grace. As she entered the school, she thought; well, here goes nothing.

She was about to go into the office when she heard a voice from down the hall and stopped dead in her tracks, "ANNABETH!" The voice yelled. She smiled to herself knowing this was the one and only…

"Thalia, is yelling really necessary?"

"Yeah, so you can hear me, duh!" She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Annabeth went in to the office and grabbed her locker number, combination and timetable. "What's your locker number?" asked a curious Thalia. "239, Thals. Now get your head out of my face."

"Okay, okay you can relax. Oh hey look! Here we are. Locker 239. Oh my gods, look it's my locker!" She said pointing to the one that was left of Locker 239. "And that's yours," She said, "And that's my cousin Percy's. Oh my goodness that is so hilarious. The other girls are going to be so jealous!"

Annabeth gave her friend a quizzical look.

"You know, because –"

Thalia was cut off by the warning bell (AN: in my world warning bells give people ten minutes to get to homeroom).

Then she grabbed her stuff and was leaving when she collided with someone…

"Oh, god, I'm sorry." Said the person, obviously, male.

"It's okay." She replied looking up. To say the guy was good-looking was an understatement. He had sea-green eyes and ruffled jet-black hair and Annabeth had to take 2 seconds to untie her tongue. He handed her the books she dropped. "I'm Percy Jackson." He said smiling. Annabeth could here Thalia snickering behind her.

"Annabeth Chase." She replied recovering herself.

"Is no one going to introduce me?" said a voice behind us. They all turned around (well, except Percy, who was already looking in that direction) to see an emo-looking guy with shaggy black hair and brown eyes. He was wearing an aviator's jacket. "'Sup, Nico." Said Thalia and Percy went with a "Hey, Death Boy."

"Hey, Percy, who's your lady friend?" Nico asked before turning to Annabeth, "Did Percy get to you yet? Cause if he didn't—"

She cut him off, "Not interested, emo."

He put his hands up in surrender, "Alrighty then. To homeroom it is!"

I'll probably make my chapters longer sooner or later... I might post some one-shots here and there.