Hi this is me first fanfic so uh yeah don't expect to much, but go ahead and PM me for suggestions, I'm open to constructive critiques but don't be a cunt and say "IT SUCKS, SO OOC" because well, that's kinda the point here. I want to change up the characters and spin them into a bit of my own so if you don't like, don't read. Really simple thought process that you have to go through, sorry if you're to lazy no t to do, but if you do get me here Thanks! I like you a lot! Anyway, I have a very very very busy schedule and I update on my own convenience and I'm sorry if you get into the story and I leave you hanging, I mean you no harm. Well actually I mean a bit of pain should be expected not only is this a fanfiction, which's soul purpose is to break and tear at emotions but my 7th grade writing teacher told me that I should be a writer because,

"You inflect tiny incisions into your reader heart and mind, but often the reader craves it. A cutter not only gets relief from a wound but they will keep coming back to it because the pain feels mind numbing and relaxing and pain can also be addictive to a lot of people. Your style is addictive pain, we sit on the end of our seats waiting for me, even though we now it will hurt us." She killed herself about two years ago and I miss her but live is just a pain for people and she found and escape so congrats to her.

ANYWAY, less depressive stuff more rainbows and happiness stuff. So read, review, favorite, follow, I don't give a shit just do something... and im sorry if its all jumbley but my mind goes 100 mph and I write my actual storys on paper so editing is easier, not a big fan of electronics, but I love the internet, sad right? Any way... read :)

Disclaimer: I am a hobo, i own nothing, no offense to hobos

*RING RING* I slam my hand down on to my alarm clock, miss and hit my glass of water. "Damn it" I mutter, "way to go Annabeth." Yep that's me, Annabeth, clumsy, nerdy, slightly below average looking, Annabeth Chase. People don't call me ugly but they sure as heck don't call me pretty, my father ignores me, my step-mom used to hit me, and my evil step-brothers are literally spawns of the devil himself. The worse part is, is that I had friends in San Fransisco, but now I'm moving to fucking New York and I don't want to.

"Annabeth get your ass down here with your stuff." Mathew said, he's thirteen and is the nicer of the two twins, and grinned like a maniac. He and Bobby as most thirteen years old are is a pervert, so seeing my C-cups hanging out my suitcase must be pretty exciting.

"Out!" I said pointed at the door and he held up his hands in a surrendering motion. I through my stuff into the bag and ran down stairs passing Bobby and he slapped my butt.

"Whoops my hand slipped." Bobby grinned.

"Do you want to have the hand much longer?" I glared even though the boys are cocky and arrogant they still are scared of my death stare. Instead of answering my rhetorical question, he ran away.

'Good' I thought until I heard,

"Mommy A-annabeth touched me and and I didn't like it." Damn it, this the beginning of the end. (So tonight the foxes hunt the hounds. no ,to soon for Fall Out Boy?"

"Everyone fasten your seat belts we are ascending and thank you for flight-"

"ANNABETH!" my father called.

"Yes? And I'm sitting right next to you no need to yell."

"You're starting school tomorrow so when we get to the apartment move your stuff out the car unpack, and go to bed. We are going out to eat."

"What am I supposed to eat?"

"Well Annabeth don't you think you are bit on the heavy side? One night without dinner won't hurt you."

"Fuck off old man" I mumbled he shook his head at me so I knew he heard me. I don't think I'm heavy, I'm the star midfielder for soccer and a track star so of course I'm strong, but i can't be heavy I work out to much but what ever. We got off the plane and I had to carry my stuff and my step-mother's stuff because and I quote "I'm going out to eat and don't wanna get my hands injured before eating." Whatever.

I had to put my 2 bags on my lap the entire car ride to east Manhattan where our apartment is. We pull up to the front of an all brick apartment complex after about 30 minutes of "tag" in the car. Which was basically an excuse for them to hit my boobs, and of course my lovely step-mother Helen thought it was funny, and said that I should be honored because no one has ever been attracted to me. Yep never had a boyfriend, I had been asked out before. but I said no because they were either dweebs who really should go for someone more there speed or douche bags, so I'll take neither.

"Out" my father said and I had to climb over Mathew to get out of our Malibu, and the little perv seemed to be enjoying it, ew. I though the bags onto the sidewalk and as soon as I closed the door they sped of. It was ten o'clock at night and I was tired and had no energy to carry my bags to out apartment. Wait, our apartment! The jerks never even said what our apartment number was FUCK!

I was about to start yelling "shit' at the top of my lungs when a group of 3 teenagers were walking down the sidewalk in my direction.

"You're just made cause your game is nothing compared to super hot Leo bad boy supreme!" a mexican elf yelled not even noticing me.

"Luke tell this nut job my game isn't off, I was saving it for the right moment." said I guy I couldn't see.

"I don't know P you couldn't get that drunk chic buy the Stolls X-Box." a guy, Luke, said.

"She wasn't that hot," Mr. Unidentifiable said, "I didn't try that hard, and I don't see with a girl after a party for once. Game a little off Lukey- Pokey." When they got closer I pulled out my iphone and pulled up a random text app so I didn't look like a complete retard.

"LUKE!" the mexican elf, Leo I think, "did you hire Percy a stripper or something because if so I say sleepover at Percy's house!" I whipped my head up to see the tall blonde looking me up and down, the elf just stared at my ass in my short jean shorts mid- fist pump, creep. But the guy, Percy, looked at my face in complete and utter and confusion, ouch.

"Uh are you lost or something?" Percy said gesturing to my bags. He looked like a god, with wind swept raven hair and a chiseled jaw line, and the rest of him looked strong and powerful but his eyes looked gentle. The guy Leo was scrawney, and looked like a joker and a charmer if you like the cocky full of themselves kind of people. Luke was blonde with icey eyes, cool and evil, a bit, but another like a protective caring person, if he liked you.

"Er no I'm not but I just moved here and don't know my apartment number."

He laughed and he looked down right adorable now. "There is only one apartment open its on the twelfth floor, above mine, elevator is broken fyi." I looked at my bags and groaned inwardly.

"Are you fucking with me?" I asked seriously annoyed. All the boys laughed and grinned then Luke said,

"Alright Percy, let's get the bags, Leo, you get the girl." Luke said and Leo wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at me. I laugh,

"Annabeth, my name is Annabeth." Percy grinned at me and him and Luke through my bags over their shoulders. And looked at me and Leo,

"Uh Leo?" Luke said.

"Oh yeah," he turned his back to me, "hop on." After my father's comment about being heavy I wasn't so sure about this.

"Uh I might be a bit, uh, heavy?, for you." i said blushing because of embarrassment. They all laughed but each of them looked a bit upset in their eyes, especially Percy and Leo

"What?" I asked genuinely confused. Luke laughed, Leo rolled his eyes, Percy looked annoyed as all shit.

"Get on my back Annabeth, I won't drop you, I may be scrawny, but I'm strong come on." I gave up and jumped on his back and we walked up the 12 flights of stairs. Leo didn't drop me, stumble, or complain about my weight once.

"Here you go." Percy said not as upset but clearly annoyed, "we'll see you at school tomorrow" With that they all gave me a either a handshake, wave or wink, you go ahead who was who, and I went inside, took the smallest room so I didn't get yelled at, unpacked, showered and went to bed. The family came back around midnight laughing loud and I'm sure Dad and Helen were drunk.