Hey guys this is Mischiefmanaged72...
we would love it if you read our story, considering we worked very hard on it.
ok... disclaimer time
we do not own the PJO series or the rights to any of the characters. we only own the plot. but every thing else is totally rick riordans.
WARNING: contains some themes that are adult.
this chappie is fine though
ANNABETH POV
"do you really not give a damn about me?!" I screech at my 'parents'. Although parents are actually supposed to give a bee's knees about their kid, which clearly they are not doing. I mean, sure I understand chores, every kid has them. But I don't understand the rest of their attitude. Looking at your kid like she is a piece of dirt every time she comes into a 20 metre radius of you, tellingly your kid that they are worthless every single damn day, Every time she speaks ignoring her or giving her a look that clearly says ' shut your mouth, stupid girl'. As well as a lot more offences parents are not supposed to act that way towards their kids. well at least that is what I have gathered from watching old reruns of 'The Brady Bunch'. But if that is the case, why do my parents act the way they do towards me?
Take now for instance; I have again tried to get a response from my parents. I give them my report to read and they glance at it quickly with looks of boredom written all over their faces. I know my report was bad. I once had excellent reports but my parents would look at the first page and toss them aside. I remember as a small child thrusting my marks under their noses But they did not congratulate me as most loving parents would do. No. They skimmed the report with their eyes and continued their conversation. I now get bad marks at school. I don't believe I am any good any more and besides at school I am teased for being the clever geeky kid.. I don't see the point of trying in school anymore, anyway, even if I did try, I am stupid and worthless and therefore I would never be able to get good grades. This cycle has been repeating itself for years now and I am fed up, angry and feel rejected. School is no fun either, what with all the bullying. When I was smart I got bullied, I am now dumb and I get bullied. I want out of this hell.
"I could run away from here you know!" I yell hatefully
" Oh yeah, Where would you go?" they sneer. " Mount Olympus perhaps? the Underworld maybe? Good luck with that."
For a moment I am stunned. They actually took notice of me! maybe if I keep acting like this they will talk to me, even if it is in anger!
"yeah, I am gonna run away, and never come back. I don't have anything to live for here! you have made my life a misery from the time I could talk. and I have had enou-"
I am cut off from my little rant as my face suddenly burns. I look at my father (Frederick) in shock. he may ignore me and make my life a hell, but he has never, ever gone so far as to slap me. I am embarrassed to find that my eyes are smarting. I am on the verge of tears. I flip the bird at Frederick and run up to my room, tears streaming down my cheeks. I pack some of my few possessions in my battered old rucksack; a teddy, a spare change of clothes, my money box, my favourite book Demigods and Monsters-Rick Riordan and finally my small framed photo of the Athena Parthenon. I have always dreamed of visiting it one day but today will not be that day.
I take a deep breath, look at my room-for which I know will be the last time. I walk out in silence and cringe as the door creaks. I look into the living room where my parents once sat. I don't see them there. I wander absent mindedly into the kitchen and see a piece of paper on the counter.
" gone out for dinner, behave. we expect the house to be dust-free when we return"
I feel a surge of anger and tear the paper up. I go into the laundry and fetch the vacuüm cleaner. I open it up and dump the contents on the carpet. I go into my parent room and wrench open there draws look inside and chuck their possession out their open window, where a massive mud pile is...whoops. I return to the kitchen and catch a glance of a sharpie lying on the counter top. I am hit with a brilliant idea if I do say so myself. I pull the lid of and start writing everything I hate about them over the walls. I laugh as I do this, it is so much fun! because I am such a lovely daughter I write " good riddance... love Annabeth :)"
I finally pick out some stuff from the kitchen cupboard. A few muesli bars, a bottle of water and a bag of trail mix. I also pull out a knife. You never know when you might need it. I them remember that I need medical items from the bathroom so I walk happily to the bathroom. I open the draw and pick up a bottle of iodine, first aid book, a hair brush, a bandage and some hand sanitizer.
I walk out the door finally satisfied. With the sharpie I shoved in my pocket before I write "I cleaned the house for you" on the front door.
I walk away from the house I had lived in my entire life...and I don't look back. Not once.
That was three months ago. But if I told where I was now you would never believe me.
hey
this is our first story together, so please take it easy on us. we would really love it if you reviewed or favourite or followed or whatever. we have worked so hard on this story.
we will try to update at least once a month, but if we don't it is because we don't attend the same school.
sorry if this is a short chappie, we will try to make them longer.
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