Okay, so the mom Percy is referring to isn't Sally. I haven't made a name for her, but know that Sally and Paul aren't Percy's parents. Athena and Poseidon may come later in the story to… but as humans of course!

I don't own Percy or Annabeth, but I do love them!

UPDATE: 10/21/14 I added info and changed some notes on Annabeth's thoughts. :)

Annabeth's Pov-

He walked in the door drenched because of the rain in New York. It truly looked scary because his black hair dripped down his eyes and his green shirt looked dark, like his eyes. His bags weren't as soaked, they looked to be nylon. His assistant child councilor nudged him a little and he stepped through the door. He looked worst than I thought, in the light bruises covered his palms and face, making his circles from lack of sleep more apparent. He dropped his bags and glared at his child assistant, who returned it.

"Welcome Perseus, I am Chiron. Let me show you your room." Percy looked at him and his face softened significantly. Chiron smiled and let the assistant leave. He gave one last glare to Percy who flipped him off in return. Who knows what kind of boy he is, he seems like trouble. He trudged up the stairs and stayed up there the rest of the night. From the looks of it, he wasn't here to keep up appearances.

I ate dinner listening to the buzz about Perseus coming to the orphanage. In the middle of dinner I left, but I nodded at Thalia and Nico I was fine when they looked at me. It was odd they had become friends so fast, concerned for me so quickly.

On my floor I tripped and would later have a bruise on my palms from the save. The reason? A wet nylon bag sitting in the hall in its own puddle. The room next to mine was blaring music and I knocked on the door gently, hoping to return the bag. No answer. I knocked harder and he opened the door with a glare and red eyes. He was upset;I wanted to tell him everything was okay, but I knew I couldn't. I was just as unhappy my first day.

"W-what do you want?" I held the bag to him.

"Thanks," he said looking at the ground as his voice softened.

I nodded when he looked up.

"Hey, what's the deal here? Who are they?"

I turned uncomfortable since I couldn't talk- wouldn't talk. But he didn't notice.

"Are they that bad?" I nodded no.

"So why no answer?" This was difficult already, normally people either took my silence as anger or realized hey maybe she isn't talking for a reason. All I could do was make weird gestures with my hands to him and point to my throat.

"Wait…can you…talk?" I looked down and nodded. Observant boy here.

"Hey, I didn't mean to…" He rubbed his neck with his hands and leaned against the door frame, dry now. And as I looked at him now, he looked…troubled. Not bad but a troubled nice boy, like Nico. His eyes were a startling green, a stark contrast from what they appeared earlier in his dramatic entrance.

"Hey, do you want to come inside? You could tell me about those strangers downstairs. Or write about them." I nodded 'yes' after a moment and walked inside the room. It looked just like mine- half unpacked and new. We shared this floor so I wasn't concerned with the curfew for bed, which would come in handy if we were to become friends. He handed me a pen and a new notebook from a box. Where did it come from? I idly wondered if Courtney could make boxes appear like Percy had managed.

I started writing the rules down that Thalia had told me over dinner and about Chiron. I dropped the pen after a half hour and a cramp, shocking both of us while I shook it out.

"Hand cramp?" He guessed easily, maybe from the obvious crack and rotations of my wrist. I nodded yes.

"It's okay, thanks for telling me about my new prison cell rules. I won't be following them all but still... I'll see the kids for myself tomorrow. Thanks."

I nodded and stood up; it was 11 pm now, according to his wall clock.

"Thanks. Sorry about the hand." I smiled at him and he made a small smile in return.

I left to my room and went to bed listening to Perseus' loud music and the sobs downstairs. Maybe Courtney could bring earplugs on her visit.

I woke to the knock at my door and walked into the shower and dressed with my normal routine. Today I opted for a more colorful outfit and added a purple shirt to my black jeans. It only lasted five minuted before I reached for my hoodie for my walk downstairs.

Percy sat at the edge of the table,observing the area and nodded at me when I saw him. I nodded back and sat next to Nico and Thalia, who had a few blue highlights in her black hair and wore a Green Day shirt with matching jeans to my own. I sat in-between them while Thalia talked with me and explained the back-stories on all the children.

The Stoll's have a rich father, but he is in a coma, and has been, for 2 years. He can breathe on his own and is healthy but he hasn't woken in over a year apparently. Other kids are drug babies, they were dropped here as infants and toddlers but I am the first mute here, so Nico tells me. He has been here all his life, the longest with Clarisse, Selena, Charles, and the brothers. Thalia was a drug baby but the family member that took care of her recently died, and left Thalia here. Her parents are still alive though, like most kids here, but the court sees the parents unfit to take care of the children. How is an orphanage more beneficial than parents? I'm not too sure. And how are they in an orphanage if they still have parents? The court has told me this 'institution' is high end. But not high enough for me. I want my home back. But still no one knows what happened to me or Perseus, and I appreciate them not asking about me right now.

As I ate my cereal I pondered his past- was he a drug baby who was just found? I canceled that idea- he looked to clean for a drug baby, and he didn't flinch at everything like most of the children of drug or physical abuse. Even Thalia seems to have something of about her. Maybe his parents died or were killed… like mine? I shook my head to clear out my mind at the sudden influx of memories it brought, and the tears. I wiped my face while Thalia asked if I was okay. I nodded to her and Chiron came to the table.

"Good morning!"

"Morning," most people chorused.

"Well school is tomorrow, as you know. But with Annabeth and Perseus new I will need to see them after breakfast. I'll be in my office you two." He grumbled an okay while I nodded. My end of the school year and summer was passed by court hearings and temporary homes with shrinks.

I finished quickly and dropped my bowl in the sink, pondering if I will be in charge of dishes. I get my chore list today too, Nico said, reasoning the thought.

I started to walk to the office when I heard Perseus stand. Should I wait for him? Why not? One more friend couldn't hurt, besides he didn't seem to mind me yesterday. I stood in the corner until he walked towards me and I stepped out with him as he walked. He jumped when he noticed me.

"Do you always pop out of nowhere?" I shook my head.

"Then why did you wait up for me?" I shrugged at him as a small smile forced on his lips. At least he's trying to be nice...

"Well thanks. I'm Percy by the way, well at least that is what my dad called me." I waved at him. I searched my pockets for my notebook and pen, only finding paper. Percy must have saw this and offered me a generic looking pen from his cargo shorts. I lent against the wall and wrote: I'm Annabeth. Hi.

"That's a pretty name Annabeth." I wrote down thanks to him and ignored my own blush.

"Your welcome. We go in here?" He pointed to Chiron's door. I nodded and he mumbled to himself as he opened the door. What did he say? Oh, who cares Annabeth, focus on Chiron.

"Hey kids. You are going to start school tomorrow with us and they sent me your schedules in advance. Here." He handed the half sheet schedule with the school name printed on it with my classes. I have AP science, math, and history, I smiled.

"Like your new home, this academy caters to your needs as well as providing a quality education. Your government workers will see you this weekend, along with your therapists."

"Now you both have the same schedule, because you both came at the same relative time. And that also means you have the same chore schedule. Have fun you two." With that he returned to his desk typing, though I could only imagine what.

"Well then," Percy muttered as we walked out of the room. I tucked my schedule in my pocket and went up stairs with Percy. Though I was so caught up with looking at the ground I followed him to his room.

"Annabeth?" I looked up and noticed I was in front of his door with him.

"Do you want to come inside? I mean you could, I don't care, but it's a mess." Should I? Well what would be the harm? I nodded a yes.

"Okay," he said as he unlocked it.

I walked in and already, the walls were covered in posters and whatnot. The white bed sheet was replaced with a dark blue and a matching blanket, along with the pillow we all given covered with matching material. The desk in the room was covered with composition notebooks with Sharpie coloring the white. And the floor had some empty bags in the corner of the room.

He immediately went to the desk and stacked the composition books in a line and looked for a place to put them, he settled on the bottom of the bed.

"Sorry about it, you can sit on the desk if you like, or the bed. The desk chair is coming tomorrow, I think." I made my way to the bed. I wanted to ask about the chair so I brought out my notepad. And gestured for a pen.

"Oh, here use the same notebook from yesterday, I'll have biographies and rules at the tips of my fingers." I smiled and asked about the chair while he sat on the desk with his back against the wall. But he squinted to see what I wrote.

"The chair?" I nodded to him.

"Oh well my mom is sending it to me."

Your mom? Then why are you here?

"She is a rich bitch on the other side of the world. I lived with my dad a town over. She has some hook up with the court so I would get shipped here and not with her, she is a fashion designer. Making millions."

Well what happened to your dad? If you don't mind me asking.

"He just went to prison recently." I wanted to know why, but he didn't offer details so I didn't ask. He would have told me if he didn't care.

"What happened to your family? You don't seem like a drug child."

I took a breathe before I wrote it. But I wrote it with my eyes shut so I didn't have to see the words. I wrote it down though- they were murdered. It would be better to get the shock out of his system now- once people found out they never brought it up again.

"Oh. Sorry about, um, bringing it up." His eyes bulged.

It's okay, I wrote with a few tears rolling down my cheeks. When I went to show Percy what I wrote, he was standing in front on me on his knees. He looked sad too, though not like me and my crying non-sense. Here I was crying in front of this boy I barely knew, and he was comforting me and wiping the tears of my face.

Sorry, I wrote on the paper.

"It's okay, when did it happen?"

Two months ago.

"It is okay. Please don't cry. Do you want music on? I could turn it on. Or I have a Coke." He ran to the mini fridge I hadn't noticed and handed me a soda.

"Here, sugar always gets me hyped up and makes me forget what happened." I smiled sadly at the boy sitting next to me and took a sip from the can. When I drank it I realized I hadn't had soda since the day of the murder, the thought made me flinch.

"What?"

Nothing.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Yeah, I'm just sensitive still. It was the best excuse I could muster- internally cringing at the vulnerability I assigned myself.

"If I were you I would still be crying. You're tough." I smiled at him a little and took another drink. But I was surprised when he draped his arm around my shoulder.

"Besides, we're all a little sad and messed up on the inside right?" His eyes met his smile, making it genuine comfort words.

Right.

"Well you can't take that soda outside of this room, just so you know. I would totally get busted. It was hard enough getting that mini fridge in here."

How did you get it in here? I asked, trying to keep my mind off of my dead family.

"Even though my mom is a bitch, it doesn't mean I don't get the money from her. She legally has to give me a few hundred, Child Support really is a bitch," he grinned at me.

How old are you Percy?

"I'm 15, why?"

You curse a lot. And I'm the same age.

"My dad cussed a lot too. He didn't care when I did and I learned to just cuss because I never got in trouble for it. You never curse?"

I never had a reason to.

"Until now."

What would you know about it? Both your parents are alive. You don't really have a reason to be here. I wrote, angry at him for assuming… right about me. I always want to cuss and kill the man who did all of this to me. And I have never been so mad at one person and wanted to do many bad things to them.

"They may be alive but that doesn't mean they act like it. My mom only sends money and a birthday present with her own signature forged by her assistant. And my dad has handed my ass to me more times then I can count. I'm thinkin Brian may have set a record for most slaps in an hour."

Who's Brian?

"Hah, that's what your worried about? Brian was the councilor and service worker for me, he was the man I flipped off when I came here."

I'm sorry.

"Who cares. At least I have a friend here." He nudged me with his hip since his arm was still around my shoulder

You're my first friend here that actually talks to me besides dinner and breakfast.

"Well you're the first person to talk to me."

Well then…hi, I guess.

"Hi Annabeth." He said it at a normal tone of voice, but he was close he said it in my ear and tickled me unconsciously, I shivered when he did.

"Are you cold?" He grabbed the blanket before I could answer.

Thanks, I wrote.

"Stop thanking me, friends do stuff like that right?"

I guess, why?

"Well, you're my first friend. I don't know exactly what I should do. You seem like you've had a lot more friends then me."

I highly doubt you have never had a friend.

"I haven't! I may seem like the best friend a chick could have, but not many realize how great I really am," he teased me. I shoved him a little.

"No, but really, you are my first friend, though I have had a few girlfriends. You would be surprised what you can get when you tell chicks what your mom's name is. No offense to them, but man do they date you fast when-" I held my hands up to cover my ears with a returning blush and scribled furiously.

Please stop. I don't care to hear about your time with sleazy 'chicks.' And condescending voice. He laughed at my comment.

"Sorry, I got caught up in the memories," he nudged me.

For your first friend, you seem to be awful trusting of me.

"Well I know you won't tell anyone." That struck me. He only wanted to be my friend so he could burden me with his secrets in good faith because I couldn't talk. I got up but he pulled me back down. I scribbled on the notebook- let me go you ass!

"You know I didn't mean it like that! So chill your ass and sit."

Don't talk to me like that, I'm your only friend remember?

"Well don't talk to me like that? Deal- we talk to each other like humans and do not take everything the other says touchy-like?"

Fine.

"Okay, now I would finish that Coke, it might spill with all the jumping you do."

I gave him a look.

"Honesty is the best policy," he said while grinning, the first I've seen. "And a note- are you smart? Because I noticed what was it? 3 AP classes? I have a low C average in school, I hate to imagine AP classes."

4.0 GPA is all I wrote to earn a roll of the eyes.

I'm struck by how good Percy looks. He is actually a very handsome boy, dark hair and vibrant green eyes, with a personality I am still exploring. His hoodie says a school name, though not one I recognize, and his beaded necklace has a few clay beads. But I am brought back to the present with Percy slowly asking me about the children here.

I yawn and lay down on his bed on my stomach and he puts my soda on the desk and lays next to me, making me lay against the wall, sandwiched by Percy.

Well, you know my story. Most the children here are drug babies who were dropped here as infants and toddlers. Thalia was a drug baby but the family member that took care of her recently died, and left her here, but I am the first mute. Her parents are still alive though, like most kids here, but the court sees the parents unfit to take care of the children. Still not sure how some kids not orphaned are in an orphanage. The Stoll's, the two brothers, have a rich father, but he is in a coma, and has been, for 2 years. Nico, the boy with the jacket, has been here all his life, the longest with Clarisse, Selena, Charles, and the brothers.

I only wrote a paragraph, but with it being lunch already, I was tired, though I am not sure why. But Percy seemed to be too- he was laying on his arms with his head turned towards me, or rather my chest, where the notebook was. But as I looked down, I noticed my shirt was showing my cleavage because I took my hoodie off after I came in. It's on the ground now, where it fell. I blushed and pulled my shirt up. Percy noticed and blushed to, though in a drowsy state.

"Sorry," he said while yawning. I had to yawn too, just by seeing him yawn. One nap couldn't hurt right? I lay my head down facing Percy's and close my eyes slowly, drifting into a nap.

/(Updated as of 7/4/15: Whoa some of my writing sucks, not sure why you guys love it. I've changed some of Percy's mannerisms and talk. Jeez I made him a fuckboy! Sorry guys sweet Percy is back)