The floor boards creaked as I stepped carefully down the stair case. I descended one step at a time, hoping to not be heard because if I woke up my step-mother, there was no doubt she would use it to kick me out of the apartment. I had just finished of my senior year at high school, now it was off to my real family at Camp-half blood.
One of the few reasons I had gone to school in San Francisco was because my father had wanted me to try it one last time. I loved my father - even if his wife was a self centered witch- he tried his best to spend time with me and always took me to whatever documentary or book signing I wanted to go to, but it just wasn't enough. I wish it had been, but between the evil step-mother and constant monster attacks, there was no way I could come back and survive. If he wanted to see me, he would need to come to me.
Finally, I reached the bottom of the steps and walked over to the closet by the door, where I had stored my luggage so my dad wouldn't find it, it was easier for both of us if there were no goodbyes, for both of us.
The closet door groaned as I opened it. My trunk of clothes sat just where I had left it, I leaned over and started to pick it up but I noticed a picture resting on the top of it.
I lifted it up and looked at it. A tear came to my eye as I saw the image. Dad had taken me to a Yankee verse Giants game over the year, we both had a great time. In the picture I was dressed in my Yankee blue jacket and my hat hung at my side. My father was wearing orange and black, Giants colors. He had his arms around me and we were both smiling like fools.
I flipped it over and noticed he had written on the back of it.
Annabeth, I know you're leaving tonight, I found your trunk while you were out this morning. I just want you to know I love you and that you and Percy have my blessing with where ever your life takes you. Please stay safe, it hurts so much when you aren't home, my home.
~ your loving father.
I wanted to cry as I read the note. I took the knife out of my pocket and cut the picture in half, carefully dividing my father and I. I took the half that had my father on it and placed it in my pocket.
Next I took a pen from my pocket and wrote a note back.
Dad, thank you for understanding why I have to go, its better this way. I know that being my father hasn't always been the easiest job, and for what its worth, thank you for everything. It means a lot to me that you accept Percy, gods know Mom doesn't.
I'll write you when I can and I'm sorry for running away all those years ago.
~ with all the love a daughter can have, Annabeth.
I placed the picture on the coffee table by the door, grabbed my trunk and left the apartment one last time.
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