This idea's been in my head for a while, It's been nagging me for too long, so I decided to write it down and post it. Enjoy =]

Chapter 1

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"Honey? Get up, first day of school!"

I groaned and turned on my side, facing the wall. My body felt like it was being pushed down by thousands of weights. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! I sat up angrily and smacked the alarm clock. It fell to the ground and the batteries popped out. I fell back into my bed and shut my eyes. I sighed, enjoying just laying there. Something bright turned on, and I forced my eyes to open. My mother had turned on the light and had her hands on her hips.

She walked over to my bed and sat down. She smoothed down my black hair and smiled, "Honey, unless you want detention, I suggest you get up and get ready for school." She said gently.

I groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I nodded at her and she smiled and left my room. I closed my eyes. I guess I better get up. I slipped out of bed and grabbed a towel that rested on a chair. I stumbled to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Cold water. That really woke me up. I got out and rapped the towel around my waist and looked at the mirror. I inspected my face for any zits or pimples. Hey, a guy care's for his looks, too! I shook my wet hair and stepped out the bathroom, and hurried to my room.

I put on boxers, faded blue jeans, and a new short sleeved, button up green shirt. I put on two mis-matching socks and put on my new black Jordans with green streaks. I dried my hair and ran my hands through it and left it like that. I looked in the mirror, my green eyes still showed signs of tiredness. I sighed and grabbed my black Jansport book-bag and left my room.

I headed down the stepped into the kitchen, when my mom had pancakes ready. Paul came into the kitchen and kissed my mom on the lips, I looked away, disgusted. I respect Paul, but I'm not comfortable with him and my mother kissing in front of me. My mother married Paul a year ago, after she kicked out Smelly Gabe. Paul was the principle of Goode Middle/High school, where I'll be going. He's alright, my mother and I moved into his small house after they got married.

He looked at me and smiled, "Hey, Sport. Nervous about the first day of ninth grade?" He asked.

I shrugged, stuffing some blueberry pancakes in my mouth. My mom smiled and at me, and I smiled back. Paul looked at his watch and got up. "I've got to go, principle needs to be there early" He said and chuckled. "See you at school, Percy." he said and hugged my mother goodbye. He practically ran out the door and I heard the engine of his car leave the drive-way.

After I finished my pancakes, I looked at the clock. It was eight O' Clock, school starts in thirty minutes. I drank a glass of orange juice and got up.

"Alright, Percy. I think you have to go on walking now, it's probably a twenty minutes away. You know your way right? Do you have your bag? Books? Lunch money? Bring a sweater, it chilly out-"

"Mom, I know. I'm going now." I said. She seemed a little hurt, but I reassured her, "I have what I need, mom."

I hugged her and stepped out after grabbing a sweater from the coat rack. "Don't get in trouble!" My mom yelled before I closed the door. I smiled and rolled my eyes. My mom can be a little...worried.

First day of High school. Every kids nightmare. I don't even have friends to look forward to. Well, except for one. And I'm looking at him right now. His curly brown hair stuck up around his baseball cap. He waved at me from half a block down, gesturing me to hurry up. When I reached him, he patted me on the back and smiled. He was wearing an orange shirt, light jeans, and worn-out sneakers.

"Hey, first day of high school, man! Isn't this great?" He said and we started walking.

The morning September sun seemed to be warmer that usual. "Grover, it's high school. It's where you're going to spend the rest of your teen years. Ninth grade is where you get made. One screw up, and you're labeled until you graduate. And that's great?" I asked.

"What's got you all negative?" Grover asked.

I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times. "I'm just tired." I said. I shouldn't have stayed up playing XBOX all night.

We continued our way, talking about our summer. Grover had been my best friend since grade school, he got left back a year, so he's fifteen. He and I have been picked on and bullied ever since we met. But, this year, I will make sure it's the greatest year. If this year goes great, the rest will be heaven.

We rounded a corner and I spotted the school. It's pretty big, and it's from seventh grade to twelve. A large banner was out up saying, Welcome back! This is my first year here, so they might as well but Welcome! Only. I smiled, as an idea popped up in my head. I'm starting ninth grade. Some schools end in eighth grade, which means a bunch of new students will be coming to Goode for freshman year. I won't be the only new guy.

We entered the school. It was separated by hallways, and each was labeled differently. There were two hallways on this floor. They were labeled, Seventh Grade and Eighth Grade. Which meant Ninth grade floor was either upstairs or downstairs. I took my schedule out of my pocket, Grover did the same. We had different classes, but had lunch together for fourth period and gym with the entire ninth grade for sixth period.

The bell rang, signaling that we have to get to class. Grover ran off, not wanting to be late. I just stood there for a moment as kids hurried to their classes. After a while, I realized I don't know where, I looked down at my schedule, Room 18, Art, is. I cursed under my breath and ran to my left, towards the steps. I went down first, and discovered it was the ninth grade hallway, it was labeled Freshman. But, there were no rooms here. There were only lockers, surrounding the hall. I ran back up the steps, but something hit me full on and fell back, falling down the steps. Luckily, it was only a few steps. It still hurt though.

I hit my head on the ground and pain shot up my arm. I groaned in pain and heard say "Owww" in a girl voice. And it wasn't mine.

"Oh, god, Oh, god, Oh, god!" The voice said.

I leaned up and squinted my eyes, the room was spinning. I saw a faint outline of a person at the top of the steps, holding their head. I felt my arm for bruises and ignored my throbbing head. I realized the person I crashed into was a girl. She had blond, wavy hair and fair skin that looked deeply tanned. She was wearing a white button up shirt and gray shorts. She had fallen, too and was getting up. She looked dazed for a second, then spotted me and her eyes widened.

She scrambled down the steps and hurried over to me. The room was still spinning and it looked like she had a twin. I blinked a few times and she was one person again.

"I can't believed I practically pushed someone down the steps on my first day." She muttered.

She looked at my head and frowned. She felt it and I winced. She helped me up. "Does anything hurt, other than your head?" She asked.

"Yeah, my arm..." I said.

She touched it and sighed. "It's only a bruise. Your head right there is a little red, but fading. You'll live."

I felt my head, it hurt a little, like a sting. On my arm a red bruise was turning darker. She was right, I'll live.

"Do you knock people down steps often?" I muttered, picking up my bag. The books inside of it had fallen out and I was picking them up. Her bag fell too, and the books fell out.

"It was an accident, maybe you should look where you're going" She said.

I shot her a look, but said nothing. She didn't seem to get here. She didn't fall down the steps. I finished fixing my bag and helped her with hers She picked up the rest of her books while I picked up one book. It was a reading book.

"Love, Stargirl?" I said, reading the cover. "Sounds boring." I said and handed it to her.

She glared at me and stuffed the book in her tan-colored bag. "It's not. It's a series of letter of a girl to a guy she left. She loved him. And she moved to another state and she write the letters telling him about her life there." she said, kind of in her own world.

"Boring." I reassured her.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever"

Hey, maybe she knows where Art class is? "Do you by any chance know where...room 18 is?" I asked her.

She looked down at a paper she was holding, "I don't know. That's where I'm headed. I couldn't find it."

I sighed, "It's not down there." I said.

We went up the steps, only to be stopped by someone. The principle. "Hey, Paul." I said.

"Percy, aren't you suppose to be in class?" Paul said.

"Yeah, but, I got pushed down the steps. And I got lost." I said.

"Pushed down the steps? Are you alright?" He asked, I nodded, "You're first class is Art, right? It's at the end of the seventh grade hallway." He looked at the blond next to me. "Good morning. I suggest you both get to class. Now."

Paul went up the steps, looking down at a clip-board. "Um...?" The girl said.

"Oh, that's the principle. And my step-father." I said.

"Huh." Was all she said. We made out way to the seventh grade hall. "Percy, is it?" She asked.

"Yes, and you name?" I asked.

"Annabeth!" A voice yelled. But it wasn't hers. We turned, and running down the hallway, heading down our way, was another girl. She had black, spiky hair and electric blue eyes. She had pale skin and looked like the kind of girl that shops at a punk store...Like Hot Topic...and stuff.

"Thalia!" The blond side, Annabeth I guess.

They hugged, I stood there, feeling like an idiot. Thalia looked older than her..probably an eleventh grader, or tenth grader.

They carried on in they joyful reunion. Thalia, I assumed that's her name, let go and she glanced at me. She eyed me weirdly. "Who are you?" She asked, coldly.

I felt scared. Scared means weak. And I can't be weak. "Percy Jackson." I said, raising my voice a little.

"Raising your voice isn't going to make you sound tougher." Annabeth said.

Thalia chuckled and was about to say something when on of the doors of the room of the hallway opened. A woman stepped out, she was slightly chubby and had short, brown hair. She was probably a teacher, the door said, Ms. Sposa. English. So, I'm guessing that was Ms. Sposa. She was pointing outwards, looking angry. A boy stepped out of her classroom.

"To the office!" The teacher yelled at the boy, she saw us. "Get to class, you three!" She yelled and went back into the class, slamming the door.

The boy she kicked out glared at the door then glanced at us. He had black, shaggy hair, really pale skin, and dark, almost black eyes. He was wearing all black clothes. He slumped pass us and out the hallway.

"That was entertaining" Thalia muttered. "I have to go, see you at lunch Annabeth!" She gave me a look and said, "Percy." And ran off.

Annabeth sighed and looked at me, and I blinked and stepped back a foot. I didn't notice her eyes. They were startling gray, like a scary storm. But, her eyes looked smart. Intelligent. They made me want to back off. They looked like they could send a little kid running and crying to his mommy.

"What?" She snapped.

I shook my head, "Nothing..." I said.

She rolled her eyes, "We better head to class."

We reached the Art class, Room 18. The class was large and...well, art looking. There was paint everywhere, and paper. Large desk with eight other students. There was a desk with a computer on it and the far wall had windows showing the back of the school. There was a board on one wall and a teacher was writing something on it. He wrote, First point perspective on the board before he turned to me and Annabeth. We were clearly very late. The teacher had white, long hair and looked old. He was thin and had a furry mustache. She had a yellow shirt on with brown trousers. Not a good look for him. He glared at us.

"You're late."

"Yes, sir, we happen to be aware of that." I said, without meaning to.

His eyes hardened and I looked down, beside me, Annabeth was trying to hide her smile. "I'm Mr. Caterson. Call me Mr. C." he said returned to writing on the board.

Annabeth and I made out way to the table and I sat down, looking around. The eight kids here looked bored and seemed to me freshmen, too. Mr. C Fell into a lecture about First Point Perspective. I didn't listen, I laid my head on the table, and closed my eyes, until the bell rang, signaling the end of first period.

I just wanted to introduce some important characters in this chapter, let me know how you it. And, just so you know, The chapters might change POV's.