NO I'M NOT DEAD!
So, I got to a computer (Yay!) And this story got a crappload of reviews from the last chapter, soo, I'm updating! (See what happens when you review!?. You guys freaking rock. I now have a total of- Approximately- anywhere from 57 to 71. FF's screwing up the count on reviews, so…yeah.
POSSIBLY 71 REVIEWS IN ONLY SIX (technically five, if you don't count the AN chapter) CHAPTERS?!
Have I told you how much I love you guys?
Anyways, because of this, I've decided to update it. I was also doing some chores (ugh) while listening to music, and some songs have really inspired me and I've got some crazy-awesome-dramatized-romantical ideas for later in the story! EEEEEEEEEEEEK!
AND…YES, IT DOES TELL HOLMES THEIR TENT IS MISSING. My science teacher gave us that riddle for a warm-up since it was Friday and stuff and none of us got it…
Way to make me feel stupid, guys.
JK!
Q/A:
Will I bring out the gang? This is very possible...but also very…un-possible. Hehe. No spoilers!
Will there be Thalico? Maybe…Still undecided. Like, half of the PJO fans are for it, a fourth are against it, and the other fourth are REALLY against it. So I don't know yet.
That's it for the questions! But I do have one more question to ask in replace of a riddle…
ROMNEY or OBAMA?
Just curious.
Song I listened to while writing GANGNAM STYLE!
Chapter dedicated to…Hades's-Daughter!
Hope you enjoy the chapter! Sorry if it's short!
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High school.
I hopped off of the motorcycle and I could already hear the whispers spreading across the student body. I kept my head down to get my hat and glasses out of the-
Glasses.
Glasses.
GLASSES.
Crap.
Face palming, I settled with the Fedora, mentally smacking myself up the side of my head multiple times for forgetting something like that.
I walked across the parking lot, half the people outside starring, pointing and whispering. My heart was racing, one important question rolling itself over and over like a broken record-
Had they already found out?
Shaking my head and glaring at the ground, I continued the forever-pathway up to the front doors of Goode High.
"Who is she-?
"She's kinda hot-
"Biker Chick-
"Dumb blonde."
My eyes hardened and I froze, a low growl snarling under my breath.
I whipped around and gave her my best glare that made her shrink ever so slightly- the one that would turn her to ashes if looks could kill.
She was a brunette cake-face prep that was wearing hardly anything. Short shorts that people form the 21st century call belts, and a shirt that showed off her stomach, standing next to some huge buff guy.
Not even ten minutes and I'm already having to make a mental list of my next victims.
That's just sad.
I turned back around and continued to walk up to the front doors.
"Hello," I said once I'd reached the front desk of the office. "I'm new here."
There was a lady sitting behind the desk. She had long, curly black hair, and warm brown eyes that shone of kindness as well as weariness.
"Oh-Hello. I'm Ms. Jackson," she said smiling, holding out her hand, which I shook. "But everybody here just calls me Sally."
"Annabeth Chase," I said, smiling in return. To think I'd screw that up.
"Well, Annabeth, let me just sign you in here-It may take a minute though."
"Oh, that's fine," I said.
She got up and left the room, so I wandered around the office a little bit. There was a big 36" by 36″ photo of a woman on the wall beside me. Observing her features, I noticed that she had curly blonde hair, and wise grey eyes. She was wearing casual clothes, that were still formal, and a kind smile. I assumed she was the principal, what with her picture taken to professionally and sophisticated-like.
There were plants placed randomly around the room- A small tree over here, a flower pot over there. Books and magazine scattered across a coffee table surrounded by small chairs.
I snuck around the front desk and looked in the area that Ms. Jackson was seated. There were a few pictures, all of them with the same people; herself and a teenage boy with jet black hair and sea green eyes.
"Hey, mom-"
I whirled around, and found someone standing there, looking about as shocked as I probably did.
The boy. (And…Cue girlish squeals! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!)
"Um-I'm sorry," I said hurriedly, making back around the desk.
"No, it's fine," he said. "You're new?" He asked, but his tone indicated that he already had a pretty good idea.
"Yup," I said coolly. Kinda-sort of.
"Uh-do you know which room Ms. Jackson went?' He asked, jerking a thumb back to the multiple doorways down the hall. I shook my head solemnly.
"Sorry?" I said.
He shook his head, chuckling. "Don't be."
Cue awkward silence.
I subconsciously observed his features, which were a lot sharper and mature than the ones in the picture- so much I began to wonder if he was ten in the photo rather than fifteen or sixteen now. He was wearing a black hoodie that read Goode High across the front in fancy lettering, jeans and simple black converse. He was more built than shone in the picture, too. His tousled black hair was longer and fell over his sea-green eyes, which seemed to be the only thing that hadn't changed.
"Um…so, I'm going to go see if I can find her," he said, turning towards the hallway and poking his head into a random door.
I cocked an eyebrow.
Nice talking to ya'.
A few minutes later, Ms. Jackson came back into the room, carrying a packet of papers in her hands. She handed them to me as well as a pen, instructing me to fill them out. They were just the standard questions; Name (Annabeth Chase), Birthday (10/7/1996), health insurance, home number, cell number, parents, et cetera. Once finally done, I traded them for my time table and locker information, and after saying fare wells, made my way to the already-extremely-crowed tenth grade hall.
Homeroom- Mrs. Masken…Room 439
Cocking an eyebrow, I scanned the halls for any four-hundred-thirty-nine plaque, but saw no sign of it.
Or anything for that matter.
Dang boys and their huge growth spurts.
Sighing, I shrugged my way in and around hundreds of 150-pound teens crowding around the hall, and eventually (somehow) found my bottom locker. Crouching down low on the balls of my feet, I glanced at my time table to get my combination, then unlocked the simple black lock and stuffed all of my stuff in.
The hallway slowly but surely cleared ever the slightest, so I took this to my advantage, grabbing my books and trying to find room 439.
447…445…443…441…439.
Sighing with relief (I noticed I've done a lot of sighing this morning…), I practically jumped into the classroom, hearing the bell ring only moments later.
And the murmurs continued.
I tried to pretend not to hear, but they kept bugging at me, like there was a dam in my head and every negative comment built up the force of the water.
My dam would brake soon.
And when it did, things would not be pretty.
-I glanced at the clock- and it hasn't even been a full half hour yet.
I strode with pride, chin jutted out, to the back of the room and dropped into the chair, crossing my arms and propping my feet up onto the desk.
New York - New life - New attitude.
Yes, I know, it's short, and yes, I know, Annabeth is clearly ooc, and yes, I know, Percy didn't have a whole lot of lines, but I'M WORKING ON IT! But Annabeth is probably going to act a lot like this for the next couple chapters, and that last line sorta explains why, so, yeah…
BUUUUUUUUUUUUT, I'm going over-the-river-and-through-the-woods-to-grandma's-house tomorrow, and she has a computer there, so if I get enough reviews, I'll update a (hopefully) longer chapter-
If you review!
So…what are you waiting for my pretties!?
xXBiancDi'AngeloXx
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