Annabeth POV
After Christmas break, I decided to give my dad and his family one more chance. So I stayed with them, in San Francisco, and went to school there.
My first day of school wasn't an ideal first day of school, though. Of course, it's almost impossible to have a normal day of school, being a half-blood and all.
It all started to get "un"ideal when I bumped into a guy on my way to first period. Papers went everywhere and I felt like such a goof. Come on, Annabeth. For a daughter of Athena, you sure can be clumsy sometimes.
"I'm sorry," I said. The guy was kind of cute, with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He reminded me of someone, but I had no time to think about it.
He shrugged. "S'okay. I can be a klutz sometimes too."
Did he just insult me? I decided that I didn't like this guy.
He looked at me and was taken aback. "Woah, how old are you?"
"Excuse me?" I replied. What was with this guy?
"Your hair. There's grey in it. Are you sure you're in the eighth grade?"
I realized that he was talking about the streaks I had received from holding up the sky. Obviously he wouldn't understand. Not going to waste oxygen explaining it to him.
I decided to act like an Aphrodite kid. That would throw him off. "Duh. It's the new style. You Californians are so-o-o slow when it comes to fashion. Like, seriously? It's, like, all the buzz in NYC." I said adding flair by placing my hand on my hip.
Now, this wasn't one of my best plans, but I had a class to get to. Hopefully my mother wouldn't smite me.
The dude just yawned. "Whatever, I got to get to class." He picked up the rest of his books. "So...see you?"
Did this guy seriously think he had a chance with me? "Pfft. As if."
I gave him my best glare and walked off to class.
The rest of the day was pretty much the same. People staring at the the streaks in my hair. Me telling them off, then walking away. Even some of the teachers were a little confused.
Like I said, probably not a plan worthy of Athena, but I'm sure Aphrodite appreciated my "style".