Chapter 1
"Annabeth Chase! Get down here right now!" my stepmother yelled at me. I sighed and walked downstairs.
"What do you want?" I asked rudely. Her face hardened.
"Why are you so rude? You are just a seven year old girl. You do not talk to your mother that way you understand?" she lectured.
"You're not my mother. I never knew my mother. Are you seriously that thick? Get something through that big head of yours for once. Gosh, I don't even know why dad took and interest in you." I yelled. Her face was now red with rage. She stood up from the couch with green stuff still on her face. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me up with my feet dangling.
"You say one more smart thing, you're gonna get it."
"So you're admitting you have the brains of a cow?" I wasn't scared of her. She was just an old fart that married my father for the money. I could probably kick her butt if I wanted to. Hmm. A seven year old beat up 40 year old stepmother. I could imagine the headlines now.
She slapped me in the face. The look on her face was pure rage and evilness. She kicked me in the stomach and went into the kitchen. When she returned, she was holding a cooking knife. Now I was really starting to get scared of her. She cut open my leg and scratched my face with her hot pink nails. I let out an earsplitting scream.
"Now, Annabeth I hope you learned your lesson to respect your elders. I called you down here to show you your grades. You have an F in Language Arts. I thought you were smarter than that." I was paralyzed in pain and fear. She must be really dumb to forget that I was dyslexic. After a while of pointless yelling, she finally left to go have a manicure or something.
Just then, my father came through the front door. I was so happy he was finally home. Compared to him, my step mom was the devil incarnate.
"How's my little girl doing?" he said as he picked me up. Worse than you think, I thought. He sat down on the couch and started to tell me Greek myths like he always did. This time, he spoke as if there was some kind of message hidden behind his storytelling. This time, he told me about Athena, the goddess of wisdom. I immediately knew that I wanted to be like her when I grew up. If I live through my step mom's torture.
That night I came to a decision, I was done with dealing with my step mother. I was going to run away from home. Even if it meant leaving my dad alone with that creature.
AN: So, how was it? Review. PLEASE! Seven year old Annabeth is begging you for her sake.