|ê"Ô° High School °Ò"ê|

A blond girl stood in front of a fleet of stairs. Her eyes flew over the sheet of paper that she was holding in her hand. It wasn't a long survey that she performed; rather, it was the rawest form of a 'quick-read'. However, for those who knew the girl, the idea of said person quick-reading something, would be enough to confirm the fact that the girl's mind would have undoubtedly, and irreproachably memorized the whole piece.

A smile creeped onto her lips.

Goode High seemed fine.

Sighing, the blonde began climbing the stairs that led to the big brownstone building she'd been scourging out information about for the past three months, an untraceable nagging feeling beginning to catch hold of her as she did so. Slightly frowning, she pondered the factors which could've led to such a disturbance of her mental peace.

Beginning high school?

Highly improbable; she was the highest ranked student in the whole of the western coast for Christ's sake.

Being so far away from home?

Still not quite true, her inner self proffered. Her private intrigues had been enough to make her wish to leave her hometown for the past six years! Besides, she was at the Big Apple, the home of the largest assortment of skyscrapers in the entire world. Even with her condescending nature, she couldn't try to look down upon New York, try as hard as she might. It had been her childhood dream to study modern architecture, and this was an unnaturally sound place to begin that expedition at.

Her mom's reputation?

Well...

Shaking her thoughts aside, she clambered into the main hall of the building. A warm feeling descended upon her, making her feel wobbly; however risible that was. Her eyes fleeted from one point to another, hungrily devouring all the things about the school open to them, and performing a quick analysis of the same. It was, deemed she, unnervingly high-standard for one thing; not the typical sort of school one expected.

She frowned; the people here would undoubtedly know of her parentage.

It had been quite a hassle to endure years of being subjected to other-worldly looks from her peers, while she was at her previous school, all because of her mother's profession. She just didn't want the same sort of story to unfold here ass well; a new setting obviously providing space for optimism to bloom inside her.

About five minutes later, she reached a point from where two corridors deviated. Eyeing the one on the left for a moment, the blonde decided to take the one on the right. Indecisive wasn't something that she was, usually; however, she didn't want Murphy's law to encroach her on her first day at a new school anyway. Thus, she deemed that the best way of conducting her activities for the day, would be to go against whatever her mind told her.

Just as she was about to walk ahead; she glimpsed a notification board. Knitting her eyebrows, she contemplated whether it would be in keeping with her better interests to read it. Her brain waveringly told her that it would probably be useless, considering that she'd eventually find out about everything.

Thus, she boldly did the exactly opposite, and went towards the board.

There was stuff about how the new academic session would be full of wins, and the positive aspects of the year-gone-by, names of the class toppers, achievements of the various students, and the school teams, and their respective captains.

She narrowed her eyes at a particular name.

Perseus Jackson.

So it was true; son of the richest, and most successful ship-builder in American history, Perseus 'Percy' Jackson studied here. A scowl dominantly enveloped her face. She gazed at the name. Poseidon; that was who his father was. Poseidon; the arch rival of her mother. So it was probably right that-

"Uh, are you the new student?"

Turning slowly, tearing her face away from the direction of the board, Annabeth looked at the speaker; and felt her eyes widen to their very extremities.

Green eyes.

It was him.

The boy grinned, holding out a hand, "Yeah, you fit the description of Chiron, the name's Percy Jackson. I'm gonna be your guide, miss Chase."

Second chapter. I'm NOT proof reading this. Hope you guys like it.

~THA musIc GuY

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