Hey guys! I'm so sorry it took so long. I lost what I had of this chapter, so I had to get around to re-writing it. It's pretty short, though.

Anyways, enjoy!

I don't own PJo. (But I do own this new character that comes in this chapter!)

Piper's POV

"SLAM!" Shutting the overhead bag-thingy after the last bag was shoved into it, I slid into my uncomfortable plane seat that had a frantic woman with three crying kids in the row in front of it, and a snoring old man behind. The day had finally come. I was going to work for my mom, leaving all my friends behind. I almost cried earlier when I hugged all of them goodbye, especially Katie. She had driven me to the airport, and one of my mom's assistants was driving my car to where I was going. Now I was all alone, on my way to some unfamiliar building with unfamiliar people (except for my mom).

"Scoot over, will you?"

I looked up to see a pretty girl about my age with shoulder-length red hair, black stretch shorts, and a flowy tank top. Scooting over to the window seat, I commented, "You look like you're going somewhere warm. Hawaii?"

She flopped down in her chair and crossed her tan legs. "California. Got a new job and I have to move all the way from Maine!" She said, like it's the worst thing ever.

"Really? Me too! My mom got me a job at her modeling business, but I'm not an actual model. I just file papers and stuff. Pretty basic. What about you?"

She glanced at me with this disgusted look on her face. "I am an 'actual model', and am probably going to become famous. Unlike some people." Then she picked up a magazine and refused to speak to me the rest of the flight. Someone has a really big head.

"Um… Miss? Hello?" A hand shook me awake. My eyes fluttered open to see the old man from behind peering over me. I jumped, whacking my head on the overhead baggage compartment. "Ouch!" I yelped.

I saw that almost everyone had left the plane. The redhead had never bothered waking me up when the plane landed, and I didn't care, either. I probably wouldn't ever see her again, anyways.

Grabbing my bags, I hurried off the plane, rubbing my head. When I walked through the doorway, I was blinded by the lights. Stumbling, I tried to find someone, but was totally lost until I heard my mom's voice.

"Piiiiper! Over here, sweetie!"

I found my mom in the middle of the crowd, and walked over to her.

On the limo ride over to my apartment, she chattered to me about everything. What my neighbors were like (also people who worked for her), about my boss (A guy in his twenties), and about my room.

Once I finally got to my room, I collapsed on my big, fluffy bed until my mom got the hint and went away. Then I unpacked my bags and dressed into better clothing than the jeans and t-shirt I was currently wearing. I slid into a pleated denim skirt that came just above my knees, a red and black patterned halter neck-style top, and black flats.

Putting my hair in a low ponytail, I grabbed my small purse and slipped out the door, heading towards the elevator.

It was time to meet my boss.