Disclaimer: I do not own any of these character's just the plot.

Chapter 1

"Good morning, beautiful," my mom whispered unsuccessfully trying to get me out of bed, and since I am not a morning person I just rolled over, snuggled into my pillow and groaned. "Come on, sweetie it's your sixteenth birthday and I made a special breakfast for you," she teased.

I rolled to face her, "bacon biscuits?" I asked, hopefully.

"Of course, would I make my Annabeth anything else?"

"No, you wouldn't, well I guess I could get out of bed for bacon biscuits," I said while simultaneously starting to move. "I'll be down in a minute, let me get dressed."

"Okay, but don't take too long, everything is hot and ready," and she pulled me into a hug. "Happy Birthday, beautiful."

As I stood in front of my closet, I didn't feel any different than did the day before when I was only fifteen, but I knew today would be the real start of my life. I can now date; I can get my license, and today is the beginning of newfound freedom. I quickly decided to dress to impress, it's my birthday I'm allowed to dress up a little today. I grabbed my prettiest floral dress, my favorite cowboy boots, and threw my hair up in a braid, simple but cute. The dress brought out my grey eyes and my long, curly blond hair looked very pretty pulled up into a braid, I had to say I was proud of my outfit today.

I flew down the stairs with smell of bacon flooding my senses. I grabbed a biscuit and sat down at the kitchen table.

"So mom, did you get me a car?" I had been hinting for the new Honda Civic for weeks, praying today would be the day I would see a shiny new vehicle in the drive way.

"Nope, we decided that when you start driving you are going to borrow my car for awhile, or at least we're sure that you can drive by yourself safely."

"But I am a good driver, you say so yourself," I can't get my own car, this sucks…there goes my freedom.

"I know you're disappointed, but your father and I just don't believe you are ready to take the responsibility of owning a car. It's just for awhile, until we believe your ready," I knew there was no arguing, my mom's a lawyer there is no chance on earth of me winning this argument, so I would just sulk in silence. I looked at the clock it was 7:30 time for me to leave, I live about half a mile from school so I just walk instead of taking the bus, plus I get exercise.

"I gotta go I'll see you after school," I walked up to my mom gave her a hug and headed for the door.

"Bye, and Happy Birthday, sweetie."

It took about 10 minutes, to walk to school and I was greeted by a big band playing Happy Birthday and surrounded by presents…just kidding, but my best friend, Rachel was there.

"Happy Birthday, how does it feel to be sixteen?" she asked.

"Surprisingly disappointing," I don't feel older, I don't get a car, and hopefully they won't take away the ability to date.

"Really, what about the car?"

"That's a negative."

"What, no car, I was sure they had got you one," I wished.

"Nope, my mom said that they decided that I wasn't ready and they wanted to wait until I was more responsible."

"I'm sorry, that sucks, but nothing you can do, right?"

"Yup, I just got to build a bridge and get over it, well I'll see you later, it's time for trig," my least favorite class of the day. I was more of an English person; stories of fantasy where witches existed, the princess always got the knight in shining armor. Reality isn't like that though; magic doesn't exist, that is something only kids dream about.

Trigonometry was a bore, my teacher Mr. Sweeny is very strange, he is about 6 foot two with brown hair and glasses. He talks with a deep voice and half of what he says doesn't make sense, but that may be just my brain trying to interpret trig. By being my least favorite class means, it is also the class I am most likely to fail.

My next class is English with Mrs. Norman, this my favorite class of all. Right now, we are reading a fiction of our choice and I am reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin. I love old romance novels where men with manners existed, and Pride and Prejudice is a classic. I had just entered the class when the bell rang, and it was a good thing I wasn't late because even though Mrs. N loves me she'll still reprimand me for being late.

"Good morning students," she addressed the class.

"Good morning, Mrs. N," we replied, I would assume that Mrs. Norman is a favorite of the teachers in the school. Mrs. Norman is also the youngest teacher in the school and the nicest, heck half the time she acts like a teenager herself mooning over the latest male actor that is the least bit attractive.

"Today we are doing independent studies, so please work on your readings for your project and please try to be responsible with your time." This is my favorite part of this class she lets us use class time to work on homework. Now, if all my classes did this I would be the best student in the world because I would have the time to spend on it. I mean I'm not saying I'm a bad student, I'm at least a low A average in most of my classes, but I could do better.

Class always passes quickly when I am reading; I quickly get absorbed in my books and once I start I never want to stop. I felt like I had been reading for five minutes when the bell rang instead of an hour and a half. The rest of my day always drags after English and I still have one more class before lunch, which is history. This week in history, we are studying my favorite period, the medieval times. So I actually look forward to history this week too, which when you like a class it makes time fly past. Today we are looking at castles, and the hierarchy of the government system of that period.

My teacher Mr. Brunner kind or reminds me of the description of Friar Tuck from Robin Hood, he is short, fat, and balding, except that he is in a wheelchair, but is really nice and helpful. For once, his class period is interesting and he actually knows what he is talking about too. Normally, he has stop and check his facts, but he has a minor in medieval history so he is really enjoying explaining this to us, and I'm enjoying hearing it. I love seeing all the pictures in the history book of castles and clothes of those times, and my favorite thing is hearing the legend of Merlin.

Magic fascinates me and I have no idea why, sometimes I wonder if my family originated from Massachusetts and if we were a part of the Salem Witch trails, but who knows? When I was little my mom said, I would speak in rhymes, "cursing" people who bullied one of my friends or I. I guess you could say I'm a little strange, but I prefer the word unique. I still find myself rhyming today and poetry comes easy to me, it's almost like I was equipped with capability to rhyme.

Once history ended, it was time for lunch, the school lunches always look like they are going to get up and walk away, so I opt for the prepackaged peanut butter & jelly. After I waited in the seemingly endless line, I went to find Rachel at our usual spot at the picnic table outside.

"Hey, how's your day?" she said as I sat down across from her.

"Not too bad, trig was awful, but English was amazing I'm almost finished with Pride and Prejudice, and history was actually interesting for once," I hate that Rachel and I don't share any classes, I think that the school system plans to divide friends so "we learn to make new friends" they just don't realize it doesn't work. People have their cliques whether the teachers like it or not jocks will be jocks and cheerleaders will be cheerleaders.

"Do we learn anything that I will find interesting?" Rachel is more interested in modern times or the 1920s with flappers, Bonnie and Clyde type stuff.

"Nah, you can pretty much tune out today it's nothing you'll enjoy, but I loved it seeing all the pictures of castles, the medieval period was beautiful. I keep imagining myself in a long, red velvet cloak, with an emerald green princess dress."

"You're right, nothing I will enjoy, but it seems you can't get your head out of the clouds," I gave her a glare.

"You know how I feel about this time, it's like something is pulling me to it, and I have no will power against it," the draw to learn more about this period seems to be never ending. It was at this point when the bell rang signaling the end of lunch and the beginning of my least favorite periods.

"Bye Annabeth, I'll see you later, have fun in class," she laughed. Rachel knows that the two periods I have left after lunch are extremely boring. To start off have physical ed which is my least favorite class of all, I have no hand eye coordination what so ever. I am always that person that is knocked out by the random volleyball flying around, so I normally stay in the far back corner of the gym and pretend to be paying attention. After that, I have career decisions; this is the class that I usually sleep through. I know I should pay attention, but this class is no fun we just listen to information about careers and I already know that I want to do something with literature.

I counted down the minutes until the bell rang at 3:10 the end of the day could not have come slower, I felt like every minute I sat in those classrooms my brain was slowly dying. After I put all my books in my locker I went to the main entrance to wait for Rachel, she normally comes over after school.

"Hey," she said as she walked up.

"How was your day?"

"Oh the usual, nothing too traumatic," she replied with a smile, and we started walking towards my house. We were preparing to cross the street when something unexpected happened; I stepped out in front of a bus. Yes, that's right I could have died, but before I could be ran over, I dissolved.

At this point, I had no idea what was going on, all I knew was that one minute I was standing next to Rachel and then poof I was gone. It was a strange sensation, dissolving, you couldn't move, but your body felt it was falling…and then I landed.