Hi! This is a story about whoever you want it to be, whether it be Annabeth, Piper, Hazel or anyone else. I wrote it as an essay for school that wasn't related to PJO or any other fandom, but is inspired by a painting called Towards The Hill in our socials textbook. I'm continuing this as maybe a drabble or a short story, I'm not really sure yet, actually. Enjoy, and as always, remember to read and review!
She was a runaway. Growing tired of all the constant bickering, all the madness, all the insults, all the angry, period. So, while her parents were out, she chopped off her hair (Schwop! Then it was gone.), put on some boy clothes that used to be her father's and grabbed her large, bulging backpack. The muddy backpack was filled with food and water, money, extra clothes and a warm blanket in case she got cold on the way there. It was, in fact fall, so the weather could get quite chilly, but she didn't care because of all the beauty around her. The golden stalks of corn, the big , orange pumpkins and the emerald trees laden with juicy, red apples all pleased her very much. She ran outside, climbed on her rusty old bike and pedaled off. Fortunately, her father owned a great deal of farmland so the only things she had to worry about seeing her leave were the cows.
She knew where she was going, of course, she wasn't top of her class for nothing. Google and her had walked hand in hand during the time before she had run away. The nearest train station (which she had found online) was perhaps a hour's cycle away. She made it in just a little bit over a hour but wasn't late enough so that her parents had come home. She bought a ticket, and from there, she rode the train into the city and went to go see her friend. That was where she was going to be staying until she found a place of her own. She was of legal age to work and to be employed, and plus, she had a pretty impressive school record. On top of that, she also had a bank account and in it was all her scholarship and award money that she had won. "I could get a pretty good job," she mused as she hailed a taxi and shoved her bike into the trunk.
Escaping from all the dreariness's of her old home, she had somehow managed to move to a new place, a fresh start. She had been crawling towards the hill of arduousness and hardness for so long because she knew (she just knew) that there would be good things on the other side, and now she had finally climbed to the top. She gazed at the view in front of her and could see her wonderful, amazing, awaiting future spread out in front of her. A easy-going, happy smile, one that she hadn't used in so long, spread across her face. She couldn't wait to get started.