INTRODUCTION: Annabeth POV
When you see me walking down the steet, what would you be thinking? A stranger would keep their distance. A close friend would run to me and hug me. But of course they'll keep their distance. Someone who knew me once? They would be totally surprised. They probably wouldn't even recognize me. You think that I'd mind? Of course not.
Why are my nails painted black? It suits me. Why's my makeup all black and dark? Purple eye shadow, blood red lips, and mascara thats jet black? Once again it suits me. Why am I wearing what i'm wearing? You mean my favourite short and tight fuzzy black and white mini dress with an owl on it underneath my leather vest jacket? Or did you mean my knee high strap leather boots? So what? Now you notice that one purple streak in my hair?
Now let me ask the questions. Are you scared of me? Do you think i'm a freak? Are you going to run away? Do you think i'm a bad student? That i'm gonna grow up to be a bad girl? Don't think too rashly of me, please.
I'm a pretty good student, despite my ADHD and dyslexia. The teacher are easy on me so my averages are usually pretty high. I have a lot of friends. My two best friends are Thalia and Bianca. Then there's also Nico, whose Bianca's brother. We;re all in grade 11. And just a little FYI, Thalia and Nico are dating. What love!
Lemme answer the question thats been on your mind for a while. Was I always like this? "Goth" as some of those snoutnosed girls call me? No I wasn't. I guess you could say before I was normal. Tomboy sometimes, sure. Definitely not like my friend Silena, that make up hog. I say that as a joke of course. She used to be my best friend...until she died. She was killed by her father who was an alcoholic.
That's just only one of the tradegies in my life. My parents? My parents, of course I love them. I love my mom of course. My mother and father are divorced. Now I live with my dad, his step-wife, and my two young step brothers.
My dad, he doesn't care about me. I knew when he first got married to my step-mom, he loved me. Until I started to get interested in books about greek mythology. I loved it so much, I used to scare my little brother about Titans like Kronos who would eat them if they came into my room again. Naturally my step-mom hated me. I didn't think I was doing anything bad.
My dad became angry with me whenever my step-mom was. And that was almost every single day! She doesn't care about me and neither does my dad. And my little brothers are just two pains in my butt!
When I became, like this, with the "interesting clothes and makeup", my step-mom exploded. She screamed so hard, the neighbours probably called the police and never received an answer. She claimed that I was trying to ruin my step-brothers lives with my style. My dad just looked at me, disapprovingly.
Just to make my step-mom more furious, I bought more black, white and purple clothes. Almost all my clothes now, msut have some black in them.
But my family are the least of my problems. Well it was when he showed up in my life again.
