I have writer's block and decided to write a new fanfic...

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson! Never have, never will!

Annabeth

"Annabeth? Are you listening to me?" I heard a faint voice and something flash in front of my face.

I blinked and realized it was my father's hand. Oh yeah. I snapped back into the present.

"No. What did you say again?" I replied to my dad as nice as I could. We weren't very close since he was working all the time and when ever we would talk, it would usually end with an 'ok...' or 'oh yeah...'.

"We're here."

I nodded and suddenly remembered why I was in a car, long, long away from my home. My old home. My dad, Frederick Chase, had gotten a new job in England (yeah, I know, England!) and we decided to move here. Well, he decided to move here. In England. I didn't love the idea very much and I made it pretty clear to him that I didn't want to leave America. I was very stubborn and didn't pack until last minute, which made my him furious. My dad knew perfectly well that I wasn't willing to leave. I didn't want to leave my friends. A wave of sadness washed over me as I thought about my friends back home. Piper, Hazel, Rachel and Thalia, my bestfriends. I promised them that I would call them, as soon as I had arrived at my new apartment.

"Let's go." my dad said and got out of the car. I looked outside and saw that it was raining. Surprise, surprise. We were in London, somewhere in Victoria. I took a map out of my pocket and searched for our location. I spotted the name immediately. Cambridge Street, Victoria, London. Close to Victoria Station. I looked at the building where our apartment was or flat if you want to call it. I was guessing there was maybe three floors. The bottom half of the building was white and the top half was brick. I was actually looking forward to going inside, maybe it was going to be cosy.

I finally tore my gaze from the building and got out of the car. Wow. The air was cold. Well, of course it is, stupid, it's January in England. I went over to my Dad and got my bags out of the car trunk. I didn't have a lot to carry.

"What was our flat number again, or whatever it's called?" I asked my dad as he got his luggage out of car.

"A hundred eleven."

After walking around for a few minutes, we finally found our flat and my dad opened the door. It was dark inside but then I some lights and switched them on. My Dad took out another key and shoved it into another door. Yup, this was our flat.

We made our way inside and before my dad do anything else, I dumped my luggage on the floor, not even bothering to look around and sat down on the sofa that was in our furnished flat. I was exhausted from the flight.

"Do want anything special for dinner?" My dad asked.

I shook my head. "Not hungry." I just wanted to go to sleep. "Can I go find my room?"

My dad nodded and stood by the door awkwardly. I got up, shouldered my bag and walked down a hallway until I found a plain, white door. I opened it and looked inside. Big bed, white walls, a wooden drawer against the wall, a light on the ceiling. Perfect.

I took my cellphone out of my bag and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello?" a familiar, comforting voice answered. I sighed with relief and felt like I had been holding my breath for ages.

"Thalia." I replied with a dull voice.

"WASSUP, ANNIE?!" she practically screamed into the speaker. I winced and smiled anyway for her positiveness. How could she be happy at this time?

"The sky." I answered. "And don't call me Annie."

Thalia laughed at my dry humor. "Sure thing, Annie. What's down?"

"The ground."

That's how Thalia and I always start our conversations.

"How's England?"

"Cold. How's home? Where are the others?"

"Same old, same old. Piper and Rachel playing with makeup. I love them but why do they have to color their face?"

I chuckled, which felt weird. It didn't sound very real either. "Let them be, who knows, their faces might improve while they're at it."

"I heard that!" A high-pitched voice in the background. It sounded like Rachel.

"How are you doing?" Thalia asked me.

"Fine."

"Are you going to start answering all my questions with one word again?"

"Yes."

"Annie..."

"What?"

"Never mind."

"Okay."

"Annabeth." another voice squealed."I'm not done with you yet!" Whoops. Rachel.

"Well, there's my cue to go." I exclaimed. I knew Rachel was going to give me a lecture about manners and beauty. "Bye."

"Annabeth Chase, don't you hang up from-" I heard Rachel yell before I hung up.

I slightly felt better after talking to my friends.

"Annabeth!" I heard my father call me. I got up swiftly, sliding into my cheerful, happy mode. I wanted to make my Dad think that I was happy here.

I bounced as happily as I could into the living room. "Hey, Dad!"

He seemed surprised by my change of mood. "Er... do you want dinner?" He pointed to a dish on the coffee table. My stomach grumbled as I looked at the sandwich he had made.

"So, do you like the place?" he asked me as I took the food.

No. I didn't like it. I wanted to go home. "Yeah. It's cosy. A nice flat." I lied smoothly.

"Oh yeah? That's great. I was worried about... you know... you not liking it.. because of.." My dad didn't finish his sentence. Because of what? I didn't want to leave America? Well.. maybe.

"It's okay, Dad. There's nothing to worry about. Maybe I'll have fun here." Right. Like I will.

We ate the rest of our meal in silence. I scarfed down my dinner and got up.

"I'm gonna go to bed." I said to my dad. He surprised me by standing up and he suddenly hugged me. I awkwardly hugged him back, unsure.

"My work starts tomorrow. Sleep well." He said. I quickly pulled away from him and gave him the most genuine smile I could muster.

"Ditto. Good night, Dad."

I literally ran from the living room into my room, if moving to England made my dad give me hugs, coming here must have been a bad idea. I went into the bathroom, which was just across my bedroom, it had a bathtub and shower. I've always loved bathtubs. When I finished brushing my teeth, I was about to open the door to my room when I heard the bell ring.

It rung two times. Three. Four.

"OPEN THE DOOR... MUM."

Mum? I dashed to the living room, why didn't my dad answer the door? He wasn't in here.

I flung the door open and found myself face to face with a tall dude. He had black hair and green eyes. His skin was very pale.

"Can't you just - " the guy's voice trailed off when saw me standing in the doorway. He looked at me up and down. I suddenly blushed at the fact that I was wearing my pajamas. My hello kitty pajamas to be exact. What the heck? Me? Annabeth Chase blushing? Moving to England made me blush? I'm starting to lose my mind.

"What do you want?" I asked harshly. I didn't mean to be this cold but I was tired and my head was still pounding from the flight.

"Sorry." his accent was American. "Wrong room."

"Oh, okay." I shrugged. "It's okay."

"Are you new here?" he asked me. I nodded.

He stared around awkwardly and shuffled his feet. "I'm Percy. You?"

"Annabeth."

He stared at his feet again. "Okay..."

"Do you need help with finding your flat or room?"

"No.. I'm fine. I don't want to trouble you." Percy said.

"Fair enough." I replied. "Good luck hunting." I shut the door gently and I swore, just right before I closed it he said 'Nice pajamas'.

My eyes flew open as I heard a loud slam. I looked at the clock on my bedside table, which I had brought with me from back home, the hands read 1am in the morning. What kind of noise would be made at this time of the morning?

I got up quietly and heard something moan outside in the hallway. I heard heavy footsteps walk past my door. There was a loud thud then a grunt. I twisted my doorknob and opened my door just a few millimeters, just wide enough so I could see.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't so curious.

My dad had his back to me. He looked like he was crawling on the floor on his way to the bedroom. Despite the fact that he was meters away from me, I could smell a strong bitterness in the air... like.. alcohol. Oh great. I refused to believe what he has been doing.

Instead of marching out my room, I crawled back onto my bed and shut my eyes, hoping that what I saw was just a dream.