Disclaimer: I am most definitely not Rick Riordan. If I was, I would have written House of Hades ages ago
Annabeth's POV (this is the day before Percy's POV)
As soon as the plane touched down in New York, I hopped off of it and went straight to The Waldorf; Aphrodite had also slipped in a wallet stuffed to the brim with 1000-dollarbills and several American Expresses also full. I checked them in the San Francisco airport; I'm not a Wise girl or an Athena kid for nothing. I checked in to my suite and changed my clothes. Even if I'm not an Aphrodite kid, it doesn't mean I like wearing clothes that are sweaty, old, wrinkled, and rumpled clothes that have been worn for 23-hours straight. On a plane, with a sweaty, fat, Mexican man that smokes tobacco (I could tell from his yellow and tar-smudged teeth) right next to it. Uhh…can you say 'gross'?
The next morning, I woke up and decided to go sightseeing. Percy would be in school; Goode would start today.
I was brushing my teeth when Aphrodite popped out of nowhere. Again, with a bright, furry, explosive pink entrance. Wonderful. I was wearing the 'Aphrodite Pink Furry Special' for pajamas.
'Annabeth dearie, today Goode will open. Because Percy is there, you are attending school with him. Your locker is next to his, number 300, and you have all your classes together. Follow my orders, or wear makeup…. Bye! By the way, watch out for Tiffany.' Cue dramatic entrance of pink. It's getting old. She should try other exits/entrances.
I don't want to go to high school. At ALL. But… Aphrodite mentioned makeup…. I can't wait to see Seaweed Brain again! So maybe… I want to go? I can practice my people-reading skills, I guess. No, the only reason you're agreeing to go is because Seaweed Brain is there. My stupid, girly side said. Uhhhhh...
Who's Tiffany? She'll never break Percy and I apart...Right?