A/N: From now on the story will be in POV's of the characters. It'll be set a year after the accident, so Annabeth has been a mute for just over a year. She's missed school for a year so is going to be starting at Goode now.
Percy Jackson POV
I'm guessing my mom wasn't in the best mood today. She bust into my room, climbed over all of the chocolate wrappers and diet coke cans, until she reached my face and screeched,
"PERCY JACKSON, GET YOUR ASS UP AND IN THAT SHOWER, NOW."
I opened one eye and grimaced, her face was red from screaming and her eyes bloodshot. She stood up, brushed herself off and grinned.
"I'm joking sweetie, don't look so scared! It's your first day of senior year, don't want you being late."
I muttered a small 'oh' and tried to go back to sleep. Before I knew it, I was lying face down on the floor and my mom hovering over me with an evil smirk on her face. She laughed then left me to get ready. I groaned and stood up, yawning. Grabbing a towel from the rail, I picked up some skinny jeans and a green polo shirt from my cupboard, and then lumbered myself into the shower room. 10 minutes later, my hair was glossy and, if I say so myself, I looked awesome. I quickly towel dried my hair, leaving it in its usual black sticky up mess. I strolled into the kitchen and found my mom making blue pancakes and blue milk (yes, I have a blue fetish, leave me be!). I basically inhaled my pancakes which were drenched in golden syrup, and the milk was gone in a flash.
"Wow, somebody must be hungry." My mom chuckled, making some more.
"What can I say? I'm a growing man Sally." I said, throwing my mother a wink. She laughed and gave one in return while chucking 3 more pancakes onto my plate. After inhaling them all, I checked my phone. There were 3 texts, all of them off Nico. I sighed hard, he's just gotten over his failed relationship with Rachel Dare, so decided that I'm the one that has to listen to him crying about it. Just before I locked my phone, I caught a glimpse of the time. It was 8:30. School started in 15 minutes and I live around 25 minutes away from Goode.
"Shit shit shit" I mumbled to myself while grabbing my school bag and chucking all of my books into it. I kissed my mother on the cheek and ran out the door. "Bye mom!" I shouted over my shoulder. I doubt she heard me. After sprinting down the stairs and nearly killing myself doing so, I skidded onto the pavement and made a dash for school. It's just my luck being late on the first day.
Annabeth Chase POV
It was half 7 in the morning, and I was already ready. School didn't start for another hour and a half but I had to be in early since I'm new. I was standing in front of my long length mirror, studying the clothes I had chosen for my first day of school in a year. I had my blue denim skinny jeans on and my favourite white vest with a cream knit jumper over it. I'm normally not very good with fashion, but I was pretty proud with what I was wearing today. My golden curls were down today and I had minimal make-up on. Just some foundation, mascara and lip gloss. I slipped on my doc martens and ran out my room and downstairs. Waving to my aunt, I grabbed some toast which I nibbled on silently while making a cup of coffee.
"Good morning Annabeth! How are you today? Excited for school?" my Aunt asked cheerfully. She was middle aged and quite pretty. I used to hate her but I quickly changed my mind. After my parents died she was there for me through all of the endless therapist sessions. Every one of them had the same answers. 'Don't worry Annabeth; you'll speak when you go to school!' Hah, little did they know that I won't, I know that they know I won't. They are just trying to reassure my Aunt. I nodded in her direction, and sat on the small pine table. Without knowing, I started tapping my fingers on the smooth surface out of boredom. Aunt Emilia slapped them off and without hesitation apologised. She sometimes goes back into her old habits of being strict. I nodded yet again, acknowledging her apology. She smiled sweetly and exited the room. I checked my watch, it was 8am. I slowly walked up the staircase, trying to find my Aunt. I needed to say goodbye or she'll be worried sick. I knocked carefully on her bedroom door. She told me to come in, and that's what I did. Her bedroom was beautiful, the architecture was just stunning. My dream is to become an architect, I've always wished to create buildings that would be on this planet for ages and what people would look to and think it's the most admirable piece of wood and metal there is. Sighing, I walked up to her, gave her a kiss on the cheek before walking back out the door. She knew I would be leaving for school, so I grabbed my bag and pushed open the door that led me into the outside world. I groaned, wishing I didn't have to do this, and shut the door behind me.
The walk to school was peaceful. My steps were in perfect time to the beat of the 30 Seconds to Mars song that was blasting in my ears. I arrived into the school half an hour early, and tried to find my way to the principal's office. Once there I knocked on the door and waited for an answer. A lovely looking man opened the door with a genuine smile on his face. He looked way too perky for a school principle but I let it pass. I advanced into his office and sat on the black leather chair in front of his extremely messy desk. My OCD was starting to kick in but I tried to push it to the back of my brain. Mr Blofis (the name that's on his name plate) sat down and pointed to my ears. I tilted my head, confused for a moment, until I realised that I was still playing my music. Oops.
"So, Annabeth Chase, an A+ student, and recently turned mute." My eye twitched at the last part. I can't stand it when people feel like they have the right to address me like that. I faked a smile and nodded. "If you would like to sit in here for a while, while I go and print out your timetable and recruit a student to be your buddy for the day. Don't worry, you don't have to tell them any of your secrets about your troubled past. Not unless you want to of course!" I shook my head viciously. No way was I telling anyone about my past. No way was I going to make friends either. Well maybe one…to keep me company at break and lunch. I swirled my chair numerous times and played with my hair for about 10 minutes straight before Mr Blofis walked back in cheerfully. In his hand was a piece of paper with my school schedule for the year on it, and behind him stood a girl, a girl with electric blue eyes and spiked black hair. She wore a 'death to barbie' t-shirt with black skinny jeans and black platform plimsolls, she was definitely pretty. She nodded my way and I did the same back. After, she seemed to forget that she was in the principal's office and pulled her iPhone out of her jean pocket. Let's just say she received a glare that was pretty scary, from Mr B. She mouthed oops, and quickly put it back into her pocket.
"Annabeth this is Thalia, your buddy for the day!" Mr Blofis exclaimed. "Now, here's your timetable. First things first, you need to go to registration with Miss Dodds. Here's a note explaining to every teacher about your little mute thing that's going on here. Remember to give it to every teacher; we don't want any problems on your first day now, do we?" I took the paper out of his hands and shook my head. I just want this year to pass without any complications whatsoever. I think I've dealt with enough; I don't want any silly school issues. Mr B cleared his throat and stood up. With me following him, we walked out of the door.
"Now, it's over to lovely Thalia here. Lead the way to registration!" He said, before turning on his heels and walking back into his office. I let out a sigh of relief; his perkiness was a bit over whelming. Thalia laughed one of those over the top laughs and ushered me through a corridor. She told me that you didn't want to be in the corridor after registration was finished because you'll get squished like a bug. I made sure I added that to the list of things I was NOT going to be doing throughout this year. We arrived at registration five minutes late. We barged through the door and everyone's heads turned in our direction. I could feel my cheeks heating up; this wasn't the best way to start the day. Our teacher Miss Dodds was standing at the front of the classroom, giving Thalia and I a deadly glare. She wore a black leather jacket on top of a white button up shirt, along with black trousers. I think I know why she isn't a 'Mrs' yet.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Thalia Grace and…Oh a new student. What's your name deary?" Thalia's ears seemed to steam when she said her last name, but that might just have been me seeing things. I snapped out of the day dream and realised that she asked for my name. Shit. I poked Thalia in the ribs to see if she would say it for me and thank the gods, she caught on.
"Oh ma'am this is Annabeth Chase. She doesn't really talk much. Well, she doesn't talk at all actually." Thalia said in a matter of fact way. Miss Dodds cocked an eyebrow, but let it slide and turned to face directly at me.
"Well Miss Chase, would you like to sit over there near Percy?" She said, pointing to the back. I nodded and quickly dashed towards my seat. I got given a few wolf whistles which were quite rude, but I ignored them and slid into my seat. The boy sitting next to me, what was his name again? Oh yeah, Percy, looked straight at me and wow, his eyes were beautiful. They were the colour of the ocean. As his orbs bored into mine, I realised I was blushing. I quickly turned away and heard him laugh under his breath. Oh gods, I totally just made a fool of myself.
After Miss Dodds finally stopped giving us a lecture about how we should be the role models of the school this year and all of that bullshit, Percy turned to me and stuck out his hand.
"Percy Jackson, captain of the swim team. Lover of everything blue." He said, giving me a cocky smile. I shook his hand and gave him a small smile. While doing so, I managed to sneak a peek at his timetable. Turns out he has most classes with me. Score.
No Annabeth! A voice screamed inside my head. You can't let yourself fall for this boy. I mentally slapped myself. Of course I can't! There's already too much crap in my life, why would I want to add some more? I sighed and rolled up a bit of my jumper, revealing a scar on my left wrist. I quickly rolled it back down with disgust. What was I doing to myself? I say that everytime I look at them yet, I continue to do it. I just can't help it, it's my pain reliever. I stuffed my planner into my backpack, slung it over my shoulder and left the classroom as quickly as possible.
My life was just getting worse and worse.
A/N: Review! Flames welcome. Should I continue? I know it's not the best chapter but, I tried my best.