321This is a new story. I will update Percy Jackson's normal life. But right now I have writers block for it. It's kinda going downhill. Oh by the way, for the checklist I'm on having other people read it- which you're doing right now! Awesome! It may seem like the Suite Life on Deck from the beginning.
Diclaimer: Don't own it. Never have, never will
Annabeth POV
"Do you have your sunscreen?" My dad asked me for the millionth time.
"Yes, I have my sunscreen." I answered.
"Will you be careful?" He asked. I nodded
"Just saying…just you run into any mean girls, call , be careful and email or txt me or whatever you hip youngsters do these days." My dad said. I nodded and smiled.
Ok, rewind. Hi, I'm Annabeth Chase and this year, I'm going to a high school called Half Pacific. Seem good right? Wrong. This school is an all boys school. But, my parents didn't know that. I don't even think they cared. They thought I was going to a mixed school. I really should've thought this through before I enrolled here
As soon as my dad pulled away, I went into spy mode. I pulled a Yankees baseball cap out of my luggage and put it on my head. I ran, trying to find the nearest restroom to change in. I skirted around boys. I finally found one. I entered thinking I would just normally enter a girls bathroom- like it would look the same. But I was wrong. I was so wrong.
There were these things pressed up against the wall, and it reeked in here. I held my breath and went into the stall. I took my cap off, along with my clothes. I put that thing on my chest that would press my er…twins down. I pulled out all my shirts.I picked out the one most likely a boy would want to wear. A black slumdog t shirt. I stuffed the other shirts back in and pulled out two pairs of jeans my coolest boy jeans. My Vincent ones, and my Ziggie jeans. I put the Vincent's on.
I pulled out a pair of black short socks and put them on. Now for a hard part. Shoes.
I pulled out a red Nike Air Force. Then a pair of Black shoes with a big M on each side. Then I pulled out a Nike 6.0 Braata. Then an Air Jordan Retro 9 25th Anniversary. I went with the Jordans.
I faced my next big challenge: Hair. You see, for boys they have it easy with their short hair, they just put the iwg on then tighten it. For girls we have to put our hair in a cap, then put the wig on our heads and tighten it. Do you know hard it is putting our hair in caps? God, help me now. I was deciding what do go with. A wig that had bleach blond hair and bangs in the front. Or a black wig with blond bangs. I chose the black wig with blond bangs cause it looked cool.
I went out of the stall and looked in the mirror. I looked like a dude! An actual dude. I practiced my voice a little.
"Hey. I'm new, my room is 135. Can you show me it?" I practiced. I ran threw names. Ben, Drew, Finn, Quinn,Alex , Victor, Ethan, Andrew, Justin, Aaron, Zack, Jake, Matt, and Shane.
I was deciding between: Aaron, Zack, Shane, and Quinn. I picked Shane, but if I decided I didn't like it later I'd change it to Quinn or Aaron.
I exited the bathroom. I probably smelt horrible. I gripped my bags even tighter. I looked down at my shoes. They were kinda cool… Wack. Whack is one word to describe what happened next I guess. I ended up on the ground, on my back. I groaned, why me. I reached up to feel if my wig was still there, obviously it was.
"Watch where you're going." The guy said. I rubbed the back of my head.
"You should've watched where you were going." I retorted.
"What?"
"If you were watching where you were going, you could have possibly been on your way." I said. PWNED!
"Uh..whatever." He said before walking away. Smarty:1 Dumbies:0.
I wondered around the dorm looking for room 135. I finally found it after walking by it 3 times. The numbers seemed faded but seeable. I kicked open the door and set my stuff down. TV, Dressor, Two Beds, Desk, Window. Not bad. I picked the bed on the right. I replaced that pillow with one of my own. Classes start on Tuesday. Today was Sunday, what to do…what to do?
So there ya go. Everyone will be in here soon. I got the idea from something I don't remember. I like reviews. I love reviews to the fullest. When I get better at writing I'll let you flame me. But as for now, just give me nice reviews. I wont make you reviews but they're nice. I jump up with joy when I learn I have a new one, then get sad when I see it's a mean one. Please, I'm trying my best. I will update. But remember, my parents are making me work in their shop. Some of my characters will mix in with the PJATO characters, I hope you don't mind. I have to give them a chance.