So I've recently gotten into non demigod Percy Jackson story. They're awesome. So I wanted to try this story out. If you like it just review let me know!

I don't own PJO

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Crap...

6:00 and it's time to get up. I lay in my bed, unmoving, for five minutes when my snooze alarm goes off. I rip my eyes open, and stare at the ceiling. I try getting up but it's useless, I lie back down and throw the covers over my head.

Buzz! Buzz! My phone falls off my bedside table and I reach down to grab it. My hair falls in my face but I don't feel like getting up. I answer the phone and mumble," Humph… hullo?"

I hear Thalia's voice nearly yell," Time to get up! It's the first day off school! If I have to be all happy and act Preppy, so do you!"

I curse under my breath and mutter a good bye. I throw my feet over the side of my bed and sit there. I run my hand through my matted, curly hair. I stand up and stumble over to my dresser. I throw on my black and dark grey jeans and a white t-shirt and some boots. Simple.

My hair takes me an hour to brush. Literally. I think about straightening it but I look at it and give up.

I grab my pre-packed book bag and put my cell phone in my pocket. I walk out of my door of 153 E 89th street.

Okay so if you haven't figured it out by now, I'm not a morning person.

I sit on the curb at the bus stop with my book bag beside me. I peel leaves to keep myself busy. That habit has been turning my fingernails green since 5th grade. Five years later and I can't kick the habit. Thalia plops down next to me and rests her head on me. I rest my head on hers and we just sit there.

Thalia finally speaks up," New guy heading this way. He looks…. Perky. Crap-ety crap." I don't care enough to look up. There will be the afternoon when I can get a new look at him but its 7:30.

"Morning." I hear a guy's voice pass me. As he passes to wait on the sidewalk I can't help but smell his cologne. His amazing, intoxicating, unbelievable….. OH! Right! I tend to get carried away.

I Grunt back and Thalia playfully shoves me. She thinks I'm kidding. Thalia lifts her head up and, I assume, looks at the guy. She says," Sorry, we aren't exactly morning people"

"Me neither, I'm just a good actor. I'm Percy, by the way." I can hear the grin in his voice. I'm so tempted to look around. But I'm a little too stubborn.

"I'm Thalia, this is Annabeth. What year are you?" she asks.

"Junior. Just moved here from Virginia." He says casually. Now I really want to turn around but I can't seem to pick my head up. So. Early. so. Tired.

"Oh, we're sophomores. Annabeth, would you like to, um, Get your head off my freakin shoulder!" She yells in my ear. I snap my head up and glare at her. I finally have enough momentum to turn around and look at the new guy.

Except, I can't see him. He's turned around looking at two people walking up. Thalia sees too and turns around her cheek turning pink and I can see her jaw muscles flexing. I get a closer look and I realize why. Nico Di Angelo is walking up with a girl I've never seen before. About a block away and i can already see five pounds of make up on her.

"Don't be jealous of that clown. She's got enough make-up on her face to cover all of Manhattan. "I whisper to her. She smiles and stands up to hug Nico.

I sit on the curb awkwardly while Thalia and Nico talk about their new classes this year. The new girl bounds up to Percy and flips her hair back and says," Hi! My name is Cass. Short for Cassandra. Well my first name is Mildred but that is such an awful name I decided I would go by Cass. That's my middle name. I'm new here. Just came from Tennessee. I loved my home but you know I just got tired of the farm and what not. New York City is just beautiful but I haven't seen one iced tea shop!"

By the time she stops talking my head is spinning. I hate southern accents. Hate them. She talks so fast it's a wonder I understood her. I look over at Percy and he just says," I'm Percy." I stifle a laugh at Cass's confused look. She's probably wondering why he didn't tell his life story like she did.

The bus comes down the street and I shove Thalia in front. A tradition. I went first last year. It's her turn now. We get to the back of the bus where we always sit and plop down. I notice Percy making his way to the back as well. He sits in the seat across the aisle and takes out his IPod. I notice him turning the music up louder as the noise level on the bus increases. When we turn the corner to our school the bus quiets down. Eleanor Roosevelt High schools. Looms in front of us. With the silence I can hear percy's music. Cass turns to him and says," I LOVE your music! Pop is my favorite music too!"

Percy is about to correct her but I do first," Jazz. He was listening to Jazz."

Percy smiles and nods while Cass goes on about how she really loves jazz too. The bus stops and I take a deep breath. Here we go.