Disclaimer: If I was Rick Riordian…I would not be on fanfiction. So the only person I own in this story so far is Rosalynn.

Authors Note: This is a rewrite of the first chapter. I've done a lot of brainstorming of what I want to happen, and a lot of the first chapter kinda contradicted with what I wanted to do. So anyway…I hope I get chapter 2 up.

Also: I've had one of my ideas in my head for awhile, and I can't just spoil it by saying it right now, but I was reading percy Jackson fanfiction a little while ago, and it had my idea in it. So, when my idea is revealed in a few chapters, I can say this now. I am NOT COPYING THE OTHER PERSON'S STORY. Just wanted to let that be known…

Chapter One

I could feel something warm and soft around me. I could hear the twittering of birds out of my window. I slowly started to open my eyes, and I glanced at my alarm clock. Then I screamed.

"AHHHH! MOM!" as I fell off the bed. That was going to leave a monster bruise on my butt.

My mom burst through the door. "Rosalynn? What's wrong?"

I stared at her. "Why didn't you wake me up? I'm going to be late!"

"You still have half an hour before you've got to go…And I thought I should let you sleep in a little. Besides, on the first day they're starting school 2 hours late."

I glowered at her. "You know, the 2 hours are for settling into the dorms. Not for sleeping in. I'm going to go get ready for school." With that, I marched into the bathroom. I knew my harsh conversation wouldn't hurt my mom's feelings. She knew how I was in the morning.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. I wondered what everyone would view me as. The annoying girl who can't keep still because of ADHD? The stupid girl who can't do anything since she has dyslexia? Would the teachers groan inside when I warn them about my behavior conditions? I looked over my long black hair, which cascaded over my shoulders in waves. Or maybe some thought I was pretty. I doubted it. I hurriedly put on makeup. Some people say I'm unpredictable. I know it's true. I'll be calm one minute, and then I'll be angry the next. Let's just say I'm very easily provoked.

My mom was making waffles when I came into the kitchen. Her blonde hair was swept back behind her in a ponytail. "All ready?" she asked, her blue eyes sparkling.

"No," I said sullenly.

"School isn't that bad."

"It is when you get kicked out of every single one you go to."

"Well, just don't get kicked out this year."

I snorted. "Mom, I've learned by now that not getting expelled is impossible for me. Don't expect any miracles to happen."

She plopped a waffle on a plate and handed it to me. "I'm not going to expect a miracle. Just try to not make trouble in school this year."

"Are you kidding?" I raised an eyebrow as I doused the waffle with syrup. "That's going to be a bit hard when trouble just about follows me everywhere." I shoved a bite of waffle in my mouth.

I looked back up at my mom. She could've been a supermodel if she had ever wanted to. I've always wished that I'd inherited her looks. Which I obviously haven't. I doubt that I'm even her child. Or my fathers. My father died, years ago. I don't look anything like him either. My mom has pictures of him. He was a brunette, with brown eyes. He looked handsome. He was undoubtedly popular in school. He had been the perfect person, along with my mom. I have very few memories of him. He died of a fall from a ladder when I was five. My best memory of him was when he was spinning me around in circles, playing with me.

I can tell Mom knows something. I wish she'd just tell me. But my mom has many secrets, as all parents do. Unfortunately, she just never wants to share any of them with me. Well duh. I doubt I got my black hair from my blonde mother, or my brunette father.

I shoved my new school supplies in my bag, and grabbed my clarinet case. I found myself to be very glad I'd listened to Mom and sent my luggage bags ahead of time. It would've been a nightmare getting on the bus if I was carrying them with me.

"Wish you luck," Mom said as she pecked me on the cheek. I stood on my tip toes, and pecked her on the cheek too.

"I'll miss you. Why do you always send me to boarding school anyways? Wouldn't it be easier if I just came to school here?"

She looked at me carefully. "Because it was your fathers dream for you to go here. He went here, now he'd want you to go."

I rolled my eyes. "I'd still rather be closer."

"You're only 50 miles away. Now, you're going to be late for the subway. I'll see you during winter break! Love you."

I gave her one last wave, and then walked down the steps toward to the bus stop. I think I started to daydream as I went there, because at one point I thought I saw a winged horse fly across the sky. It must have been my imagination. Better check for a fever once I get to school

The bus was really crowded. I squeezed into a seat next to a very fat man. Setting down my things underneath the seat, I willed myself to patiently wait until we got to the subway. Until my ADHD decided to kick in. Oh crap. My hands seemed to take on life of their own. I started fiddling around with a string hanging from the hem of my shirt. Then I started biting my nails. The fat guy next to me looked at me strangely, I must've looked like I had eaten 100 pieces of sugary candy or something. A teenage boy about my age in the seat across from me gave me a sympathetic look. "ADHD?"

"Yep." I muttered.

He smiled. He had blueish gray eyes, and blonde hair."I have that too. It's not fun. So where are you headed to?"

I almost sighed in relief. The ADHD subject was now over. "I'm going to the Inede Arts Academy in Delaware. I wish I could've stayed home for school, but you know how parents are. Mom refused. Oh, by the way, my name is Roz."

"Mine is Ethan. Roz is a strange name." He blushed. "Sorry, that wasn't a nice thing to say. Is it short for something?"

"Oh, you saying that it's strange is fine. People say that all the time. To answer your question, yes, it's short for Rosalynn. But I don't want to be called Rose, because it's too…girly. And Lynn just doesn't fit me, you know?" I smiled.

"No, you don't look like a Rose or a Lynn," he agreed. By this time the bus had stopped at the train station. "Here we are." He grabbed my clarinet case for me, as I pulled out my bag. Then he handed it to me. Finally, a boy with manners.

"Are we going on the same train?" I asked. He was fun to talk to. The 3 hour long subway ride would be boring without him.

"I don't know. You're going to Delaware right?"

"Yeah."

"Then, I guess we aren't. I'm going to Michigan."

Looks like it'll be a boring train ride."So you're in boarding school too?"

"Yeah , my stepmom is a teacher in mine. It'll be interesting how that'll turn out, especially if I end up in her class."

I laughed. "That would be a bit awkward, having a parent as your teacher."

We walked over to the subway station.

"Well, I guess here's goodbye. Wait…" Ethan said as he grabbed out a pencil and scribbled something down on a scrap of paper. He handed it to me, and I tried to make sense of what he wrote. The letters swirled around, almost making me dizzy. "That's my dad's phone number. The stuff next to it is my address."

I squinted at it again. I shook my head. "Sorry Ethan, I can't read this. I have dyslexia, and anything besides size 72 print I can't read."

He didn't look surprised at that at all. "In that case, have a friend say it for you. And if you need help with anything, no matter how ridiculous and strange it seems, call me."

"Okay. I'd give you mine, but I don't have a cell-phone, seeing as I wouldn't be able to use to keypad without the numbers torturing my eyes." I grinned. "See you later then!"

"Yep." Ethan replied.

We took separate ways, and I paid for my ticket.

The doors opened for me as I walked inside the train, and I took a seat. Again, I shoved my stuff below my seat. After awhile, the train started filling up, and off I went to boarding school in Maine.