To those complaining about this story and the plot, I suggest you look at the other dozens of 'Annabeth Goes to Goode' stories if that's what you like.

I wanted to make mine different from those out there. As this is my story, I will write it the way I want, occasionally taking reader suggestion, but do not dictate how the story should go.

If I don't want to write fluff every chapter, don't expect this story to be extremely fluffy.

The crowds of incoming students amazed Annabeth. She had never seen this many people attend just one school. Virtually all her life, she had attended small, inconspicuous schools with class sizes not exceeding twenty. She had to admit that it was slightly alarming to see that many people her age.

She looked at Percy to see his reaction, but he appeared impassive. This was Percy Jackson's home turf. He had attended the school for the good part of his three previous years in high school and was well familiar with the school's landmarks.

Various teachers stood by their respective homerooms, directing new and old students alike to their appropriate classrooms. Percy waved at her to hurry up, motioning in a direction against the flow of the crowd.

"Percy…" she hissed, "The rest of the kids are going that way." Annabeth pointed to where most of the highschoolers stood in utter confusion, trying to locate where they were meant to go.

He gave her a reassuring smile, almost as though he pitied her, "My dear Annabeth Chase. Seriously? C'mon. We can ask Paul where to go. He's in charge of the freshman homerooms."

Annabeth attempted to resist as Percy dragged her along, giving him one of her infamous death glares. Percy simply smirked, his grasp on her becoming even tighter, "Loosen up a bit. It's only the first day of senior year. Take life at ease."

She threw him a pointed look, "Like you."

He laughed a little, "Yeah, and see where I am now."

"A Seaweed Brain?" she questioned innocently.

Percy pretended to look hurt, "Uh, no. An extremely good-looking high school senior with an extremely sexy fiancée."

"Inflated ego much?" Annabeth punched his arm gently, earning her a grin as he mock-winced in pain.

"That hurt," he mumbled teasingly.

Annabeth retorted, "Shut up Perce! You're invincible."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Besides Annabeth, the longer you linger around, the later you will be to your first day of school. That would be a shocker. Annabeth Chase, late to school?"

"Percy, I suggest you take my advice and actually shut up before you get hurt real bad."

Percy took Annabeth through the halls of Goode, only encountering a few curious faces on his way to Paul's homeroom. His stepfather was eagerly greeting this year's incoming freshmen, Paul's salt and pepper hair combed to the side. He was wearing a coat and tie to create an impression on this year's crop of freshies.

The freshmen already in the classroom looked up at Percy with bright eyes as they stared.

"Hey Paul," Percy said, giving the man a pat on the back.

"Glad to see you finally made it. Excited for senior year?" the other man questioned.

"Definitely."

"And you Annabeth?"

"Slightly nervous," she admitted.

"That's a first," Percy rolled his eyes, throwing his fiancée an amused glance. "The goddess of wisdom's daughter nervous for the first day of school?"

Paul was on Annabeth's side, "Hey, it's natural for people to be nervous on their first day. As I recall Percy, freshmen orientation, a certain someone ran away…" He trailed off in a silent fit of laughter as Percy turned deep red, "I'm not a wimp. I had a legitimate reason."

"If you say so Percy," Annabeth replied cheekily.

"…Nobody listens to me," Percy groaned as the other two shared a knowing look.

"We know son; we're just messing with you. Anyway, any particular reason why you came?"

"Just wondering if you knew what homeroom we are in. I figured it'd be easier checking with you than the chaos out in the commons area."

"Hmm," Paul took out his clipboard with the class lists detailed on each. He trailed his finger down the list of names till he paused, "Chase, that would be 12A…and Jackson, that's 12D."

"We're not in the same homeroom?" Percy's face fell.

"Apparently not."

"But…"

"They changed the system this year so that people were placed based on talents. From what I gather, section A is for the academically strong students and D is for the more athletic types."

"What are B and C?" Annabeth asked curiously.

"One is for the artistically talented, and I'm not quite sure what C was for. But, all the grades are split up likewise."

"Damn it," Percy muttered.

"Language," Paul said warningly, taking a cursory look at the freshmen looking intently at the conversation.

"Thank you Paul," Annabeth said, shooting him a grateful look as she shook hands with him, nudging Percy to do the same. Percy reluctantly did so. The two said their goodbyes, heading towards the senior wing of the school.

"So, you pumped?" he asked her, looking back to make sure she wasn't lost.

"As much as anyone can be for school," she replied nonchalantly.

Percy snorted, "Wise Girl, if anyone gets excited for school, it would be you." He paused as they reached the door labeled 12A. The hallway was unusually empty, but he could see the students at the far end near the commons area. "Looks like we're here." His hand brushed hers for a second, lingering, "See you later? Lunch?"

"We'll see, Seaweed Brain," she winked before entering the classroom; she caught a look at his pouting face before turning back to the new classroom in front of her.

The classroom was sparsely populated, an old, white haired woman sitting at the desk in front. She was leaning over at her desk, ticking off a list of names of who was present. Her glasses were at the crook of her nose, threatening to fall off.

There were six other students in the classroom. One was silently reading a book at his desk while another was doodling. The remainder appeared to know each other as they were conversing in low undertones in one corner of the room.

Annabeth approached them but felt oddly intimidated by their presence. She was invisible to them as she came closer as they were too intent in their conversation.

"Hi," she said, hoping to get some sign of acknowledgement. She put up her hand to wave a little. Not a single response. They gave her a curious glance before turning back to their chat. Annabeth dropped her hand awkwardly as she went back to her desk. Well, okay then…

The class was getting filled up really quickly as the students filtered in before the morning bell rang. A short, but slim, girl with red hair came in. It was more ginger with a hue of red. Her skirt was hiked up quite high and her long hair pulled back in a high pony. Her shirt read: I'm a bitch. Deal with it.

Annabeth stifled a laugh as she came closer. She was smacking on a piece of gum, giving her a rather repulsive appearance. She wasn't bad looking, but the way she portrayed herself wasn't something to be proud of.

The girl looked at Annabeth; her bright orange freckles looked as though liquefied Cheetos had been sprayed on. She gave Annabeth a pointed look before holding out her hand, "Nancy Bobofit. I believe you are sitting at my seat."

I apologize if the chapter was bad, but I have a killer headache right now.

Anyway, keep in mind what I wrote at the top for the A/N. I have final exams all of the next week and will most likely not update until Thursday.

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~Voldy