Annabeth POV

I wake up to a loud banging on the door.

"Annie, wake up" my brother shouts as he continues to pound on the door. I open the door only to have my brother's fist hit my forehead.

"Ouch" I say even if it doesn't hurt.

"Sorry" he says. He doesn't sound sorry.

"What do you want Malcolm?" I ask before adding "and don't call me Annie."

"Ok, ok. Anyway, come downstairs now." he says. He must have seen my confusion on my face since he leans closer to my ear and whispers "Mom is here."

My eyes widen. Mom hasn't been here for two years. She calls occasionally but never visits. She sends a certain amount of money every month for us to buy anything that we needed. She buried herself into her business after dad passed away and left the house. I hate her for that. I hate her for not being here when we needed her to help us move on. I hate her for not being here when we needed her the most.

Malcolm shakes my shoulders bringing me out of my thoughts. "Come on."

"Just, let me brush my teeth." I say and turn around, heading to my bathroom while tying my hair into a ponytail.

"Ok". I don't need to turn my head to see him roll his eyes.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I enter the living room, with Malcolm right behind me, to find my mom looking at the pictures on the shelf with her back facing me. I clear my throat to acknowledge my presence to her. She turns around and for a second, I see sadness in her eyes before she puts on her business-like, straight face.

"Annie"! I cringe at that. I don't bother to tell her not to call me that.

"What do you want?" I say not caring if I seemed rude. She opens her mouth as if to scold me for being rude but closes it again. She takes a breath and says "Take a seat."

I take a seat on a chair, clearly confused to why my mom is here. I just want this to be over with and go back to sleep.

She takes another breath and says a little too quickly "you are getting married."

"What" I shout as I stand up from my sit, completely forgetting my sleepiness.

"I said you are getting married." She repeats.

"I heard what you said but what! You want me to get married when I'm in high school. I don't even like anyone yet."

"The groom has been prepared and you have no say in this so don't argue." she says in business tone.

"Are you hearing this?" I ask my brother to find his jaws wide open. I look back at the woman I call mom. "Why are you doing this? You are going to marry off your daughter to guy I don't even know." I say forcing myself not to cry in front of her.

My mom walks past me towards the door as if I hadn't asked her anything. She stops at the door, turns around and says "The wedding is in two weeks and, Annabeth, you know the guy. He goes to your school."

"Who is it?" Malcolm asks clearly curious.

She says the name that makes me want to vomit

"Percy Jackson." And leaves the house again.