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Who Cares?

'A new school is a challenge, a mystery. You don't know what you'll find there, what you'll discover, who will be your friend, what you'll learn.'

Chapter One: Goode Boarding School

"Annabeth, seriously, this is for your own good!" Frederick Chase told his daughter while driving. Annabeth rolled her eyes.

"If you really loved me, you wouldn't send me to a boarding school!" she replied, her stormy gray eyes fixed on her mobile phone. Annabeth blew away a lock of her hair, only to it to fall back to where it was. She sighed in exasperation "Why did Susan to comb my hair like that?" she checked her hair in the mirror of the car. Her hair was blond and had curls like a princess. It was on a horizontally sewn crossed braid, leaving the rest of her hair fall down her back.

"Because she's your mom and she loves you," her father said, obvious of the pain it caused in her daughter.

"She's not my mom." Annabeth murmured. She leaned over on the leather seat of their car. She continued talking to her best friend Grover Underwood.

"Annabeth, you want to leave the phone at once? I get nervous," Frederick said, extending his hand and taking away the cell phone from Annabeth's hands, his eyes fixed on the road all the time.

"Dad!" Annabeth complained.

"Please Annabeth, don't spend all day reading books or on the phone, you have to be more sociable." he said, as delicately as possible.

Annabeth couldn't believe it. Her father was telling her to be more sociable "Me? More sociable? I remind you that you're sending me to a boarding school full of rich and whimsical people!" she shouted angrily. After calming down, she added "And I had friends in my old school,"

"Annabeth, please understand, this is the most prestigious school in New York, and now you managed to get a scholarship, you will not turn down the opportunity of a better education," Frederick tried to explain.

Annabeth scoffed "Yeah right, as if only one year could change everything,"

Her father shrugged "Nobody knows," she just rolled her eyes.

The rest of the way neither of them spoke, but Annabeth could see her father nervous. She understood him, she was nervous too. Although she had changed schools frequently, always start a new one was like a mystery. You did not know what kind of people you'd find, who would be your friends or who would be your enemies, in whom you could trust and who not, if you will be accepted or not. But she already knew how it would be, in each school was the same. She wouldn't be accepted, she would have (hopefully) a friend, would be disturbed by the 'popular' people and the class genius. It was always the same.

She thought of all she left behind, for supposedly better education. Susan, her stepmother. She was a lovely woman with black hair and ice blue eyes and a pretty face. They had problems before, when she and her dad were getting married, but over the years they had become good friends. Susan loved fashion and makeup, unlike Annabeth, so Susan had dressed and combed Annabeth. Matthew and Bobby, her half-brothers. They were children with blond hair and blue eyes, trouble makers and pranksters of 8 years old. She also left Grover, her best friend who had met two years ago in one of her many schools. He had hazel eyes and curly brown hair, and loved the environment and his girlfriend Juniper. He was the only real friend she had.

She looked at the clothes Susan had chosen to her to 'make a good impression'. There was nothing flashy, just a pink T-shirt that says 'Nerd Tastic', dark jeans, a jean jacket and dark pink converse. She knew that no one was going to accept her, no matter what she wears.

"Annabeth, Annabeth!" she heard someone calling her, plus a hand was shaking her shoulder "Wake up, darlin', we are here." she frowned and opened her eyes slowly, meeting her father's green ones.

"What?" she asked sleepily, her voice hoarse.

Her father smiled "You fell asleep on the way," he said "but now we arrived. You have to go princess,"

"Don't tell me princess." she growled. Frederick rolled his eyes as the two opened their doors and go outside.

Annabeth looked at the three buildings in front of her. All were of brick with wooden doors and large windows, and each had a stone path that connected each other. The grass was green, there was a wide variety of exotic flowers and big apple trees scattered around the campus. There were teenagers of her age and youngers talking, walking, taking pictures, and other things.

She heard her father close the trunk of the car with her suitcase in his hand. He stood next to her with a happy smile on his face.

"Are you ready for your last year in the most prestigious school in New York?" he asked, pride in his words.

Annabeth rolled her eyes "It's just a school dad,"

"Annabeth, this isn't just a school, this one can serve you to get into any college you want," he explained "besides, when you were 12 years old, you dreamed of studying here, so why do you change your mind?"

"Because people change, and opinions change with them." she said coldly. She began to walk down the stone path to the middle building, without looking back. Her father followed close without speaking.

Some boys watched her, others whispered and others even winked, but she didn't give them importance and continued walking. She arrived to the building, climbed some steps and found two girls smiling.

One was beautiful, with small brown eyes painted with a lot black, black falsely curly hair, small nose, high cheekbones, thin lips and a slender figure. She wore a dark pink dress with black flowers and a small belt around her waist, black high heels, black earrings, a black ring with a diamond, and red mouth. A small portion of her hair was fastened with a black ribbon of Chanel. She screamed 'FAKE!'

The other girl had a striking red hair that fell freely down her back, eyes green as grass, pointed nose, small freckles on her nose and cheeks and red fleshy mouth. She was pretty too, but quite short. She wore a short black dress, red high heels with bows on the front and a small red jacket. She wore quite makeup like the other girl.

Annabeth immediately registered them as the 'popular' girls of the school.

"Hello, my name is Drew Tanaka I'm in senior year, and I'm here to welcome you." the one with small eyes said, a dazzling smile on her round face.

"And I'm Rachel Elizabeth Dare, I hope you feel at home here in Goode." The redhead said.

"This is my daughter, Annabeth Chase." He looked at his daughter to present herself, but Annabeth just gave a slight smile "Umm, well we have to go, have a good day girls," he greeted uncomfortably at Drew and Rachel before pushing his daughter through the door and close it behind him.

"Annabeth, why you didn't say hello to those girls?" he demanded.

Annabeth crossed her arms "Because I don't want to be related to any bitches in this school,"

"Annabeth! Don't use that language with me or anyone else!" he whispered-yelled "Someone can hear you."

"I don't care if someone hears me cursing,"

"Well you would have to care," her father said "Remember that you have scholarship and anything you do wrong can end up in expulsion."

"Don't be paranoid dad," Annabeth said to piss him off.

"I'm not paranoid," he said a little upset "I am realistic."

Just when Annabeth was going to scoff, a tall woman touched her father's shoulder. The woman was very beautiful, with straight black hair, dark blue eyes, thick mouth and fine and complementary traits. She smiled, revealing perfect white teeth.

"Excuse me, are you Frederick Chase?" she asked, looking at a list. Frederick nodded, still speechless "Great, Mrs. Williamson is waiting in her office to discuss the school requirements."

"Wait, wait, Mrs. W-Williamson?" he asked, now back in himself.

The woman looked at him with a frown "Yes, Athena Williamson, the school principal," she explained "Why, you know her?"

"Yes dad, you know her?" Annabeth intervened.

"No, of course not." he said quickly, not meeting her eyes "Now, where is the office?"

The woman looked at him with concern "Umm, the door behind me." Frederick nodded, gave the bag to his daughter and disappeared out the door "Umm, your dad always act like that?"

Annabeth shrugged "Sometimes,"

"Okay... well, I'm Silena Beauregard, the school secretary, if you have a problem talk to me." Silena said. She walked to her desk and sat down.

Annabeth grabbed her suitcase and walked to the counter "It's assumed that you have to give me schedules or something?" she asked.

"Oh right," Silena said "Your name?"

"Annabeth Chase." Silena nodded and wrote something on the computer and then took a paper from a black folder. She handed it to Annabeth.

"This is your schedule, the rules of the school, workshops, and all you need to know." Silena smiled.

Annabeth took all the papers and revised them, reading some parts "On Fridays we shouldn't wear uniforms?" she asked, really confused. She looked at Silena, who giggled.

"Isn't that amazing? I gave myself the director the idea, and the girls loved it."

"Yes, that's incredible." Annabeth said sarcastically, but Silena didn't notice it. Before any of the two say something, a boy appeared beside Annabeth and leaned on the counter.

"Hey Silena, how have you been?" he asked. Annabeth noticed that he talked like a typical cocky jock.

"Percy! Look I've been great, but now I'm talking to her," Silena pointed with her head to Annabeth. 'Percy' looked at Annabeth and she was speechless. He had sea green eyes, and a warm smile that made her heart melt. He was tall, with tousled jet black hair, tanned skin and smirked like a trouble maker jock.

"Hi, I'm Percy Jackson."

Annabeth took his hand in the most casual possible; trying to make him not realize that she was totally drooling over him. "I'm Annabeth Chase,"

A/N= 1.904 words and 9 pages. I write that to let you know that if my chapters look short, they're not.

Anyway, do you like it? Did you hate it? Please tell me what you think in a review! And if you're asking, this story is not all romance and teenage drama, it has other things… like, Annabeth's mother, Percy's father and others things like that!

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