Percy

This was my senior year of high school and I was excited for my remaining two seasons. Field and Winter. Oh right, I should probably introduce myself.

My name is Percy Jackson and I'm a senior at Bridgewood High, a private high school in Manhattan, New York. I was captain of the drumline and of course, I played the snare which was by far the best instrument I had ever played.

Anyway, summer was coming to an end and band camp started tomorrow. Band camp is a nicer, less scary way, of saying hell week. Bridgewood had just finished the parade for the fourth of July a week or two ago and now we were moving on to the field show. The theme this year was Beauty and the Beast. I'm assuming that meant there was definitely going to be two main soloists. It was probably going to be two kids from the guard.

Whatever, I'll find out soon enough.

For right now, I put away my drumming pad, after I had finished practicing a couple of rhythms and turned the lights off. I grabbed my keys and left to go meet up with Thalia, Nico, and Grover.

Annabeth

"Dad, please, don't make me do this. I-" I was cut off by my mother.

"Annabeth, please. It's really not that big of a deal, all you're doing is transferring schools. We're still going to live in Manhattan, you can see all your friends. You just won't seem them as often as you do now," she said softly which was weird because my mother never spoke in such a soft tone.

"Whatever," I sighed and barged into my almost empty bedroom. I had lived on the West side of Manhattan, and now we were moving into the Eastside because of my dad's new job. He decided he didn't want to pay for extra gas but would pay for a new house so he was closer.

I sat down on the empty floor and pulled my phone out, texting one of my friends.

Poppy: Annabeth, we're going to miss you so much. Guard will never be the same without you.

Me: Don't say that, you're going to make a great captain.

Poppy: I don't want to be captain, I want you to be captain, why do you have to move again?

Me: Because my dad is crazy

Poppy: I love Mr. Chase, he's so cool

Me: Ew, Poppy he's my dad stop crushing.

Poppy: Can you judge me?!

Me: Yes, yes I can and I'm doing so right now

Poppy: Fuck you, bye.

Me: Byee

I laughed at our silly conversation and walked out, carrying the last box outside of my room and into the moving truck. It was dark out and I really don't know why we're doing this late but whatever, I just wanted to go to sleep.

I looked once more around my now empty apartment and walked out, sighing as I left the home I had been living in since I was born. I got into the backseat of the car with my little brother, Malcolm, next to me, not really caring that we were moving as he was playing some game on his phone.

"Mom, does my new school at least have a guard?" I asked, praying they did. She hasn't even told me the name of the school and I was starting in a week.

"Of course honey, I know how much guard means to you, I made sure this school has the program. You'll be pretty excited when you find out what school you're going to," I saw her smirk and I raised an eyebrow.

"What school is it?" I asked curiously.

"You'll find out soon," she said. I groaned and sat back in my seat. I pulled out my phone and played some music, putting my earbuds in my ears and then relaxing against my seat.

"-beth. Annabeth, wake up. We're here already," someone slapped my arm violently. I jerked awake and turned around to see my brother laughing. I rolled my eyes and got out of the car. We were going to put all of our stuff in tomorrow since my dad had rented out the truck only, not a driver.

My mother, for some weird reason, decided to let my father do all the planning and that was a bad idea because where the hell were we going to sleep? He thought doing it at night would be calmer but he hadn't thought that if we did it at night, we couldn't move and put up our beds.

"Grab a sleeping bag guys," my dad said sheepishly, avoiding my mom's gaze knowing she would make fun of him. I shrugged and grabbed my sleeping bag. We laid them out in the living room and we all went to sleep.

The next morning, we woke up early and started moving in all the boxes and whatnot. Deciding it'd be a good idea to set up the beds first, we did so and I picked my own room before Malcolm got to pick. I wanted the one with the window seat because it would make a great reading spot. We set up my parents' bed first then my bed and then Malcolm's. After that, we individually moved our own furniture into our bedrooms before all together doing the living room, the kitchen, etc. We unpacked most of the boxes and put everything where it belonged.

I set up my bedroom to my liking, making sure it was different than my old one. Maybe a change will be a good thing, I thought to myself.

After a few hours and trips to the store, my bedroom was exactly as I had pictured it in my head.

I helped my family a little before we all went to go grab something to eat. We all piled up into the car and went to the nearest restaurant because we still had stuff left to do.

As we walked in, my eyes lingered for a second on a booth filled with kids that looked about my age. There were three boys and one girl. The girl had black short hair and was wearing a leather jacket. She had intense blue eyes, an upturned nose, and pale skin. The boy next to her also had black hair, with dark obsidian looking eyes, pale skin who was also wearing a leather jacket. The boy in front of them had curly brown hair and a small goatee. He was wearing a simple green shirt and a jean jacket over it. Now, the boy next to him was the one who had caught my attention the most. He had deep sea-green eyes with a crazy glint in them, dark messy hair, tan skin, and he wore only a gray hoodie. They hadn't seen my stare so I turned around before I was caught. We passed them as we looked for a booth to sit in.

We ended up sitting down on the opposite side of the restaurant and we ordered. I ordered a grilled cheese and water. My family ordered their food and the waiter left.

"Annabeth, are you planning on joining the color guard at your new school?" my dad asked me.

"Yeah, hopefully they'll let me in because most tryouts have already been done," I sighed, quietly praying to God my new school will let me in.

"I'm sure they will let you in, with your talent, they'd be stupid not to let you join," my mother said, giving my arm an affectionate squeeze across the table. I blushed and nodded.

"What about you Malcolm, are you going to try out for the lacrosse team?" my mom asked him.

"Yeah, but what school are we going to? You guys haven't even told us the name of the school," he said, putting his phone away in his pocket. My parents grinned and looked at each other.

"You two are going to Bridgewood High," they announced. My eyes widened.

"Are you serious? They're marching band is amazing. They've been champions of NYSFBC for 10 years in a row!" I exclaimed, my mood boosting up from a 1 to a 10.

"And their sports teams have always made playoffs since 1968," Malcolm explained, equally as excited as I was.

"So the move isn't too bad, now is it?" my dad chuckled and I shook my head. Then it hit me.

"Wait, how the heck am I going to get in? Their team must be exclusive and only the best are in," I groaned.

"As I said before, don't worry about that, I'm 100% sure you will make it into the team. Your skills are amazing and you were the captain of your old guard for two years, not many become a captain as a sophomore, dear," my mom pointed out. I guess she's right about that.

"I hope," I mumbled. Our food came and we all talked about random events coming up and whatnot.

We finished eating and we left the establishment, which I have to say, the fact this was built at ground level 6, it seemed to be pretty structurally supportive. I mean, if the walls had perhaps built a bit more to the left at a 30-degree angle, it would be more straight and less crooked. And that would also level the ceiling so when you looked up at it, it didn't look like you were falling sideways. I wanted to be an architect so of course, I had to analyze every structure just because.

We got home and we finished what we could before we all went to bed. Tomorrow was Monday meaning that Malcolm and I were going to be home alone since my parents had to go to work. Malcolm was probably going to go over to a friend's house and I still had no idea what I wanted to do.

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