This is my new story. It is going to be my first multi-chapter story! So yay about that.

I got inspired to write this from some of the things I have going on. As it says on my account page, I have type one diabetes. I was having a bit of a bump in the road when I wrote the first draft of this. I liked the idea and so I kept going. I also got inspired by, of course, Percy Jackson and Fault in Our Stars. My friend just finished reading it (I haven't yet, but I'm going to!) and was talking about how good it was.

Summary

Chance. A funny word I seem to be on the wrong side of. Chances happen all the time in life, they are just either good or bad. Let me introduce myself before I go any further. My name is Annabeth Chase. I am 23 years old. It was this one girl who always seems to be getting the one in a million thing happen to her. Let us start my story the day I found I was dying. One girl who has a limited life. I felt eyes on me. So, I looked up and grey met green. And the one boy she happens to meet. I was alone, dying, and miserable. She seemed to be getting the worst of luck. "It seems all of these things happen to me by chance. But, I don't know if they're good or bad. They've helped shape me into who I am today."

So yeah, that's my summary. I have an idea of where I want to go with this. I don't know how long it will take or how long this story will be. I'll say more at the end of this chapter. Also, this story is going to be all in Annabeth's POV. Maybe, if you guys want, I could do someone else's POV or 3rd person.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or any story recognition you see. The plot is mine and original characters.

So, without further adieu...

Chapter One – The News

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Chance.

A funny word which I seemed to be on the wrong side of. I was alone, dying, and miserable.

I only had my 6 best friends and close mentor. Other than them, I was alone. My family doesn't want me. I have no boyfriend. I keep myself busy with school. I wasn't going to let myself become depressed. I had my best friends there for me and I had to be there for them. I had my dream to build something permanent. I want to become an architect. I have all of these dreams and things I need to do. I can't become depressed, that would ruin my plan. But, it became harder not to, especially after I found out the news that scarred me for the rest of my life.

Let me introduce myself before I go any further. My name is Annabeth Chase. I am 23 years old. I have curly, blond hair and intense, grey eyes. I have an athletic built an am taller that the average women. I was born in Virginia, but my family lives in San Francisco, California. I now live in New York City, New York. I'm currently going to school at Columbia University and am studying to be an architect. Well, er, was studying to be one. You see, 5 months ago I was diagnosed with cancer. With my luck, it just had to be one of the worst kinds of brain cancer, Glioblastoma. But, let's not get into my grief-stricken backstory. This is about something else that, sadly, does have to do with my cancer. Let us start my story the day I found out I was dying.

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February 11th

I had gone to a clinic near campus to ask about the headachesI was getting recently. I walked into the clinic and got signed in. I then went to the waiting area. I looked around as I waited. The seats were plastic with a cushioning back and seat. There was a magazine rack on the wall to my left which was next to a water fountain. The walls were a boring grey color like everything else in the room. There were windows looking out of the second story floor. Sitting across from me was a mother with her two kids, a little girl and a baby. The toddler was focused intently on the TV which was playing Sofia the First on Disney Junior. The mom was fusing over her baby. I smiled to myself.

"Annabeth Chase?"

I turned to see a nurse looking at her clipboard. She was dressed in the usual nurse uniform, blue pants and shirt. The had her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. I stand up and follow her through the wooden door. She asks me the basic questions while getting my height and weight. Once we go down a hall and into the room she finally asks me why I'm here.

"Well, I've been getting these horrible headaches," I tell her pulling up my sleeves to show. "I don't know what's causing them. They just start randomly and are like migraines. "

"Hmm, interesting," The nurse says, writing something down. "Okay, so I'll go get Dr. Brown. She should be in in a minute or two." She says getting up and leaving.

So, after a minute, the door opens again and middle-aged women with straight blond hair walks in. She smiles at me warmly before sitting down.

"From what I understand you've been getting really bad migraines." She asks.

"Yes," I answer and tell her everything I told the nurse. "But, it's not just that Dr. Brown. I haven't been feeling myself lately either. Usually, I'm energetic and ready to start the day. But lately I've been feeling... sluggish. It's weird, like I'm not myself. Once in a while, I throw up too. But, like the headaches, it's random."

The doctor nods as she jots somethings down. She then takes a deep breath and replies, "Okay, so I'm not one-hundred present sure what is happening, but you need to go to the main hospital. I'll set an appointment up for you with Dr. Jones. Just go to the hospital on 37th street. Tell them Dr. Brown sent you and they should let you in."

With that she ushered me out. I left the clinic and went to walk over the hospital. It wasn't too far, only 5 blocks, and it left me time to think. I thought about why she would send me to the hospital. Was it something that bad or serious? Is there something wrong with me? Ughhh! I wish I had taken up Thalia on her deal to come with me.

The thoughts continued on like this until I had finally reached the hospital. I did as told and said to the receptionist why I was here and who sent me. She told me to go up to the 8th floor. I went to the elevator and rode up. When I got to the 8th floor, I notice that it was a cancer floor. I looked around, confused to why I was here. Yet, I went and checked in. Then, I waited some more. Finally, I got called back to a see Dr. Jones.

I went back into a room that was, well, a hospital room. It had grey everything. Grey walls, grey desk, grey table, grey table. The only color was the white sink and black chairs and computer. When Dr. Jones asked me what was wrong I told him like I told Dr. Brown. He just looks at me with a sad expression.

When I finished he looked at the computer screen then back at me. "Okay so I have an idea of what's going on. You will need to do an MIR scan. Follow me this way," He said getting up. He led me down 2 more hall ways to a room with a big machine in it. It was white and circular with a place for a person to lay on the end. I had seen MIR scans before, but it never looked so intimidating.

"So, if you can put on these for me. You can change behind the certain over there." Dr. Jones told me pointing. He handed me some hospital clothes to change into. A few minutes later, I walked over to the doctor, all ready.

"Can you please lay down on this?" He asked. I nodded and walked over to the bed type thing. "Okay so you are going to have to lay really still for about 20 minutes, maybe a little longer. What is going to happen is this machine is going to scan your brain."

I nodded once again and the doctor pushed me into the machine.

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Those 27 minutes of laying still was pure torture. I was never still since I had ADHD, so it was really hard to do. Dr. Jones told I had done a good job and the results would take another 20 minutes. So, I headed back to the room I had started in to wait some more.

While I was in there the thoughts came back to me. Why did I have to do that MIR scan? He mentioned my brain, so what could it be? I really wish I had had Thalia come with me. What's happening? And so, the thoughts went on. After another torturous amount of time waiting, I hear a knock and the door and in came Dr. Jones.

He went to sit down on the chair at the desk. He looked over his papers in silence. His face was set in stone. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, what was happening. Finally, after what seemed like the 3rd eternity that day, he started talking. Only after he finished, I wished that he hadn't.

"Annabeth, thank you for doing that MIR scan. It did confirm my thought," He told me looking up quickly. He then looked back down at his papers. "No matter how many times I have to do this, it's still really hard to do." He muttered. Dr. Jones took a deep breath and then met my eyes. "I'm sorry to tell you this but... you have brain cancer."

Those 3 words, they changed my life forever. I still couldn't process them, what he said. He continued to talk, to explain, what was happening, but I was out. It was like I was in water. I could hear, but I wasn't listening. I could see, but not focus. I couldn't breathe. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I caught a few words like "glioblastoma", "rare"," 27% chance of", and "chemotherapy". I heard him say he was going to leave and give me time to process. Then he left with the click of a door.

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A/N

What did you all think? Please review and tell me ways to improve. I am always looking for constructive criticism (or so my English teacher always says). But seriously, it is really helpful. Let me know if I have any punctuation, spelling, or grammar errors so I can fix them. Let me know what you like and dislike. If you have any idea to help inspire me, I always am happy to see that.

I will try to update every week. It will most likely be on Saturdays or Sundays when I update. I have school (Uggghh) stuff to do which includes homework, projects, show choir, Science Olympiad, and soccer in March. I have chores around the house. I also have music lessons once a week. I will make writing a priority though since I enjoy it. But I just wanted to let you know in case I miss.

Thanks for reading!

-Anne