Wassup! Here's the first chapter! Hope you like it. I'm trying my best to get you updates as quick as I can! The rest of the story is going to be in the main character, Lily's point of view. We own nothing, or else Rick Riordan would be an 11 year old girl typing in her grandpa's living room.

Chapter 1

I just brought the last box down from my room. Today Mom and I are going to New York City! I'm going to love it there. After all, it's where I was born.I can't wait to see the place. We came to Indiana when I was a baby.

"Lily, come on! I'm ready to go! I'm not afraid to leave without you!" That was my mom, always the jokester. She was in the car, and had (not so) threateningly started the engine. I just laughed.

"Coming!" I yelled, running into the garage with the box. I threw it into the backseat as I jumped into the front seat. I buckled my seatbelt, and we took off down the back roads. There, there's almost no speed limits. I laughed and started singing along when my mom found our favorite country station.

*fast forward to arrival in NYC. It'd be too much trouble to type the rest of the road trip*

"I love it here!" I yelled as I got out of the car. We had gotten an apartment downtown, and it was awesome!

"Are you sure it's not too noisy?" My mom asked. She liked quietness better. It took so long to convince her to move here!

"I love the noise! And it's not too bright!" I yelled happily. I hate too much light. It's annoying. Mom says it's because I was a winter baby. I say it's because I've dealt with it too long.

"Okay. Now get back here and help me get these boxes upstairs." Mom said. I ran back and grabbed a few boxes.

I started climbing the stairs to our apartment. It was halfway up the building, but I didn't care. As long as it wasn't on the top of the building. I have this fear of heights that mom calls irrational. Being too high just freaks me out. Mostly because I start unconsciously envisioning myself falling and dying, so I stopped going on Ferris wheels and rollercoasters five years back. I stopped going to amusement parks altogether when I started getting stalked by multiple people three years ago. Oh, well.

When I got to the apartment, I shifted the boxes to one arm and unlocked the door. When I walked in, I almost dropped the stuff I was carrying. This was the biggest apartment I had seen. I walked through one of the doors and was in a bedroom. I immediately set down my boxes and as my mom walked in, yelled, "CLAIMED!" I always do that when I want something. It was my way of saying dibs.

"Maybe this was going to be my room!" My mom yelled jokingly. Truth be told, we acted more like sisters than mother and daughter. It just made life that much better. It almost made up for the fact that my father left before I was born. I was always asking where he went, but Mom never told me.

"Too bad, Kaylee!" That was my mom's name. She never cared if I called her by name.

"I'm older, I should choose first!"

"I'm going to live longer! I choose first."

"Just go get the last few boxes!"

"Fine." As I brought the last boxes to the front room I saw Mom getting the kitchen stuff out. Strange part is, she never cooks, but she has tons of stuff for the kitchen. She was getting out the calendar and putting it on this month when she turned to me.

"Lily, I forgot to tell you. Chelsea, my friend from high school, is throwing a welcome party for us. So now staying up till midnight on the computer like you always do." She said as she hung up the calendar.

"Kay. I'm going to bed, it's already about ten. Night, Kaylee." I said from the room I had claimed for myself.

"Night Lily!"

Hey! I know nothing much happened, but it's only the first real chapter. I'll update soon, maybe even tomorrow or the next day. Bye!