V Annabeth

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CHAPTER FIVE
Annabeth POV (still 14 - but will be a Freshman in College)
As I walk off the airplane, I take a breath of fresh air at LaGuardia Airport (LGA). (A/N: actual airport) Okay, well it's not that fresh, but it is still better than the cramped airplane air. The flight went well overall. There were no screaming babies, but there was a cute little toddler sitting next to me watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. He was very good on the early morning flight that departed at 5AM Weastern time.

Since I chose an early flight, I knew I would be getting into LGA about 1:40PM Eastern time, giving me the rest of the day to get settled into my apartment that was near Central Park and New York University (NYU).

The next morning after dad agreed for me to attend college, I already knew I wanted to attend NYU because of the Architecture major. It has 'Individualized Study in Architecture' and 'Urban Design and Architectural Studies' (A/N: I got off of NYU website), which is one of the reasons I chose this school. My mother also went to NYU and I wanted to attend her alma mater.
Making my way out of the gate area headed toward the luggage claim to pick up my two suitcases.

Now, you might be thinking: (1)'Are you here all by yourself?', (2)'How are you going to get to your apartment?', (3)'Is it safe for a girl your age to live alone in New York?', and (4)'How are you paying for college and the apartment because both are very expensive'.

Well, let me fill you in... (1) yes, I am here all by myself, but I will have weekly meetings with my college counselor, have a social worker come bye every month to check on me, and the apartment building has 24/7 security. (2) When I was scheduling my flight, I booked a ride with a driving company. So when I gather all my luggage, someone will have a sign with my name on it to take me to my apartment, which the security and lobby person will be waiting for me to make sure I arrive safely. (3) On most occasions, no sane person would send their 14 year-old daughter to live in the Big Apple alone. But since Athena had some college friends that still live in NY, dad reached out to them and asked them to keep an eye out for me. One one person even lives in the same apartment complex. Her name is Sally Jackson. With Ms. Jackson, 24/7 security, college counselor, social worker, and the fact that dad knows I can take care of myself and keep myself safe; so he agreed. It also helped that it is legal to have a small knife on you, (A/N: idk if real. Don't quote me on that) which I have and know how to wield, and that fact that Susan agreed to send me away didn't hurt either. (4) And the cost of it all...completely free. Well almost completely free. Because of my academic scores (SAT, GPA, ACT), my memory, and Athena went there-they gave me a full ride. The apartment complex is actually mine. Well, not officially mine yet because in Athena's will it said I could access my college fund once I'm enrolled in college. The trust fund she set aside for me I can access once I'm 18 and her assets (like buildings and her Architecture' firm) once I'm 21. So, instead of me paying me to live in the apartment, I just arranged it so I could live in the penthouse free of charge. The only expense is furniture for the apartment, groceries, college books, and combat training, but I'm using the college fund to pay for everything so Fredrick does not have to.

With my backpack strapped on me and one suitcase in each hand, I look for my name on a sign. To my right, a man in a suit holding a whiteboard with "Annabeth Chase" written in block letters. Making my way over to him, he spots me, lowering the sign, he asks in a New Yorker accent, "Annabeth Chase?".
"Yup, that's me."
"I am Argus and I will be driving you to xxx (apartment address). Let me help you with your bags," he goes to reach for them and picks them both up with ease. How can he do that? I struggled to roll them because I didn't want to have too many bags, so I fit everything I need into two bags. "Right this way Miss," he turns, assuming I'm going to follow, making his way out of the airport to the parking garage. Argus places my bags in the back of a black suv, opens the back door for me, and hops into the driver's seat.
Climbing in, I set down my backpack that has my skateboard attached to the back, making sure that the wheels are on the floor. I reach in to take out my iPhone to let Fredrick know that I have landed safely and on my way to the complex.

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