Here it is! This had been in my head for a while now, I wanted to crank it out, see what happens.

Annabeth's POV

I looked around the bustling, loud entrance to Olympus School of Dance, and sighed contentedly.

Home. Finally.

Chiron, the director, rolled over to me. he was my instructor here, and like my second father. That was good, since my first father hasn't done a very good job. But more on that later.

"Annabeth!" Chiron smiled, giving me a small hug. "It's good to see you."

I smiled. "You too."

"You think you can get us to finals this year?" He asked.

He was talking about the national dance competition's final round, which was the goal for every type of dance team on campus.

"You kidding?" I laughed. "I know I can!"

He smiled. "Oh, and Annabeth, I have a favor to ask you."

I shrugged. "Sure, what's up?"

"We have a new student, and he's about your age. I need you to show him around." Chiron hesitated before adding, "He's a scholarship student."

My eyes widened. There were only 4 students in this school with scholarships, myself included. This kid must be pretty good.

"Where is he?" I asked.

Chiron scanned the room.

"Ah." he said finally. "There he is. Mr. Perseus Jackson."

Percy's POV

I stared in awe at the building, which was one of the shmancy-est I'd ever been in.

Seriously, the place was like the While House.

And, it was pretty much rich snob heaven, by the looks of those fancy bags and chauffeurs.

Olympus School of Dance sure live up to its reputation, and in many ways too.

Suddenly, a voice said "Hey, you're the new kid, right?"

I looked up. A blond girl with gray eyes and princess curls looked at me expectantly. She looked every bit a dancer, with a lean, muscular physique and cold gray eyes. (I dance, yet I am not that fit. Nor I my eyes cold. I hope.)

I gave her a wary smile. "Yeah. Name's Percy Jackson. Are you the welcoming committee?"

"Annabeth Chase." She replied. "Modern dance. You?" She asked.

"Um…" I trailed off. I had already told her my name, what more did she want?

She sighed. "What type of dance do you do?" She said with an air of talking to a slow toddler.

"Oh." I said. "Hip-hop."

Her eyes widened. "You got a scholar-" she suddenly broke off, making a strained attempt to go back to normal.

"Okay. So, I'll show you around, I guess." She turned to go.

I picked up my bags and started after her.

"You can leave your bags there." She said without turning around. "Someone will get them."

Wow. This place really was for the mega-rich.

"…and these are the dorms. Girls on the right, if you go in there though, it's grounds for expulsion. Boy's rooms on the left, I'll give you your room assignment later. This is the lounge, most people just hang out here during down time." Annabeth rattled off.

There were a few kids spread out around the lounge, catching up.

One group was playing a particularly loud game of Egyptian War. (That game can last forever)

"Hey, Annie!" A girl called out.

Annabeth smiled. "Don't call me that Thals."

The girl, who was apparently named 'Thals' walked over to us.

"How was summer?" She asked.

The new arrival was the epitome of a punk girl. Her black leather jacket was peppered with different, multicolored buttons that were murder on my dyslexic eyes. She had on ripped jeans and a ton of black makeup. (I honestly have nothing against the style, this is just a description.)

In response to her question, Annabeth replied, "Oh, just the usual."

Thalia winced. Annabeth shrugged. "Wasn't too bad. Oh, hey Nico."

The guy who just walked up was a full scale goth. Unlike the girl's easygoing smile, Nico had a very guarded expression, and looked slightly peeved at the moment.

I might be good a reading people, if you hadn't noticed it yet.

Annabeth finally remembered me, and said, "Oh, by the way. This is Percy, he's new. I'm showing him around."

The girl smiled cautiously at me. "Hey. Thalia Grace, Modern."

Apparently, this was the format for that standard greeting here.

The boy looked me over. Finally, he said, "Nico DiAngelo. Jazz."

That was a bit unexpected, but whatever.

"Nice to meet you. Percy Jackson. Hip-hop." I replied.

Thalia raised her eyebrows. "Cool. So I'll see your moves tomorrow in class?"

See, Olympus made kids take two types of dance; their main type, and dome thing else, like modern dance and hip-hop, or modern dance and ballet.

I wanted to reply with a solid, "you're on!" but stopped.

I bit my lip. My best friends had never seen my real moves. I doubted anyone here ever would, and especially not on the first day.

But I tried to smile, and said, "Sure."

What do you think? Tell me if I should continue it.