A/N: HEY!
this is my first story...
goodbye my beauts, ENJOY!
Happiness is really just another world, a dimension in which we feel nothing but utter bliss. Our worries gone, money is not an object, and abuse is not an action. When the worst things in life are just words, never made real. I haven't made it to happiness, and as a child I believed I would. How naive I was, never in my sixteen years of life, have I had the slightest glimpse of what I hope to be happiness. So instead, I have to be grateful of the life I live. All I have is a bed, a desk, and an old broken laptop. But really, those are the best of my life, I also have an abusive step dad. I just hope happiness is waiting for me, as I am waiting for it.
¨Honey, I know you're tired. But I have to get to work soon. Please just get up.¨
That's not right, he doesn't call me honey, and he never talks to me in that voice.
Oh, his friends are here.
I groan and raise one weak limb after another. My eyelids feel heavy, maybe heavier than my fat stepdad. Nope, not nearly as heavy.
I see a blurry figure lean over me with calculating eyes, the figure bends down.
"I said, get the fuck out of bed before I kick your ass!"
Maybe I was just imagining the twinge of sweetness in his voice.
A flesh covered rock hits me in the jaw, or his elbow…
I scurry out of bed, barely missing the bedpost.
Fumbling with concealer, the makeup in my hand is slowly applied to my bruised cheek. I cringe at the pain. This isn't fair. I head downstairs and grab an apple on the way out.
Walking down the street, I find myself looking at my neighbors house, they left last week. Just then, my head collides with a hard, umm chest?
"ugh." I rub my probably now red forehead. "Sorry, here, let me help you up."
I flinch at the now outreached hand. I take it nonetheless and stand up slowly. Feeling a bit dizzy, I fall forward, only for the same arms to wrap around me. Now stabled, I stand up straight and look at my rescuer. I wish I didn't, 'cause now I can't look away…
A pair of sea green eyes meet my grey ones, he's tall and sort of lean, he's a bit toned. So all in all, he was hot.
"Um…"
"Hi." said the boy
"Hi, thanks for helping me up. Ya' know, after I ran into you…" I replied, smooth
"No problem, My names Percy jackson."
"Name's Annabeth chase."