Hey guys! This is my new story that I was talking about. It takes place when Percy and Annabeth are about eight years old. There is NO gods involved in this story.

Percy Jackson, an eight year old who ran away from his foster home. A man named Fredrick Chase finds him and cares for him at his house with his eight year old daughter named Annabeth. During many years, a friendship develops and feelings are formed.

Percy's POV:

I walked through the streets of New York, gripping the straps of my backpack. I just ran away from the last foster home I was put in. I turned around, waiting for the front door to open. The parents haven't even notice that I left. I silently starting walking to... wherever.

Hey. My name is Percy Jackson. Welcome to the story of my life. I'm only eight years old and I've been to six foster homes in the past three years. Let's just say that I'm a very hyper child since I have ADHD and dyslexia (whatever that is).

I walked inside of a gas station and walked to the desk, giving the person some money. I only had enough to get a drink and a snack. I didn't have dinner at the place because of the food the mom makes. It was nasty and it tasted like cardboard. The woman at the desk took the money and gave me a chocolate milk and a bag of chips.

I ate the chips while I walked down the sidewalk. New Yorkers just kept walking like I was nothing. None of didn't care that a young boy was walking alone at nighttime. I wanted some rest so I decided to sit on the steps of an apartment building.

I watched as a man in his thirties walked over to me with a cell phone in hand. I looked away and suddenly got interested in my sneakers. I only wore messed-up jeans with a blue t-shirt. I wore a jacket, but I was starting to get cold.

The man stood in front of me and smiled at me. "Where are you going, young lad?"

I shrugged, not wanting to speak. I didn't like speaking to strangers, actually, I didn't like speaking to anyone at all.

"I have a daughter about your age. Would you like to come and meet my family?" the man asked.

I shrugged.

"My wife is cooking dinner. Are you hungry, son?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Then come along, young lad." the man told me. "My name is Frederick Chase. I have a wife and three children. My oldest is eight years old."

I felt his arm wrap around my shoulders as he called a cab. I crawled in first and looked out of the window. I un-zipped my backpack and grabbed my stuff animal that real mom got me when I was about two. It was a teddy bear and I've kept it with me for the past three years. Both of my parents were in a car accident when I was five.

The taxi stopped and I got out with the nice man named Fredrick. I was staring at a white house that had a brown front door and red window shades. It was big and it had a huge front porch. There was a bench, little tables, and a swing.

Mr. Chase went inside the house with me trailing behind him. "Honey, I'm home!"

"There you are!" his wife walked in from the kitchen, I'm guessing. She noticed me and turned to look at the nice man. "Who is this?"

"I found him on the streets. He's on speaking terms though."

His wife smiled at me. "Why don't we get you cleaned up and ready for dinner? I hope you like lasanga."

I nodded, biting my lip. She leaned down and gave me a small hug, which I didn't hug her back. The wife smiled and walked back into the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron from hugging me. I was really dirty. I haven't taken a shower in two weeks. I told you the parents were mean to me and they never let me use their shower unless for emergencies.

"I'll get my daughter to show you around." Dr. Chase told me. "Annabeth, dear!"

"Yes, daddy?" a voice yelled from downstairs.

"Can you come downstairs for a minute?" he asked.

A young girl about my age came walking down the stairs. She had curly, blonde hair that was the length of her shoulders. She wore shorts and a green t-shirt that said, 'Goode Elementary School'. The one thing that made me shudder was her eyes. She had grey eyes that reminded me of storm clouds.

"Who's he?" she asked.

Frederick put an arm around me. "This is... what is your name, son?"

I didn't answer. I just looked around the house as they stared at me. The girl, Annabeth, smiled and said, "Green eyes. We'll call him green eyes since he has green eyes and black hair."

"Okay. Green eyes, will you go upstairs with Annabeth? She'll show you the bathroom."

Frederick gave me a warm smile and walked inside the kitchen. Annabeth stood in front of me and gave me a smile.

"Come on, Green eyes."

She grabbed my arm and I walked behind her up the stairs. I followed her into the bathroom and I took a look around. There was a shower, a bath tub, a sink, and a toilet. The bathroom I had at the other house, it only had a toilet and sink. There was nothing special like this one. Annabeth grabbed a towel from the bathroom cabinet and held it out for me to grab. I took it from her hands.

"Bath or shower?" she asked.

I shrugged. Annabeth bit her lip and let the water fill the tub. I watched as she turned around and smiled at me.

"I'll get you some clothes." And she walked out of the bathroom.

So, what do you guys think?

And they're not going to stay eight years old for the whole story. They're going to get older, but for the first five chapters or so, they'll be eight.

Review and you'll get another chapter!

-HunterofArtemis32