Hey, this is my first Percy Jackson Fanfic so no hate please. This chapter doesn't have any of the PJ characters but we'll get there!

I don't own PJ, too bad for me!

Enjoy~

I stomped up the stairs of my houses porch and ripped the door open. This was so stupid, I didn't do anything wrong. Why do people always blame me for everything? Why? I slammed the door closed behind me and threw my back down in the hall. I slid my feet out of my shoes and made a beeline for my bedroom.

"Hey honey how was school?" My mom called innocently from the kitchen.

"When I'm storming to my bedroom that generally means it didn't go well mom." I said as I passed the kitchen.

My mom came to stand in the doorframe. She was tall just like me, I was only a few inches taller then her. I was 5 foot 10" and was the tallest girl in my class. Other then our height you wouldn't be able to know we were related. I had dark brown hair; so dark it was almost black. While she had blonde hair, my eye's where green and hers where almost a gray colour. I was tan and she was pale. We where like night and day, but we were family. I actually think I look more like my stepfather then my actual mom.

"What happened?" She said with a sigh. She wiped the flower off her hands with her apron and took me by my hand. She led me into the kitchen and pushed me down into a chair at the table. She sat down across from me. "Now, tell me what happened."

I sighed and reached into my pocket. I pulled out the crumpled note principal Moore had given to me for my mom. "Here" I said as I flattened it out and slid it over the table to her.

She picked up the piece of paper with weariness and scanned over note. "Annabella Marie Triste! How could you get expelled, again! You promised you wouldn't do anything."

"It's not my fault! It's never my fault! Bad things just seem to follow me mom!" I said my voice rising at the end of the sentence.

"Sweetie, tell me exactly what happened with this girl."

"Ok, so I was walking to homeroom and she attacked me. Like she literally jumped out of the bathroom and dragged me in. She just kept repeating over and over that she finally found me. So of course I pushed her off of me, then she punched me, I punched her, she kicked me, I kicked her and so the story goes. Then a teacher came in and sent us to the office, she went in first, then I went in and got expelled. I mean seriously! I didn't do anything." I said, my hands curled into fists remember the way she glared at me with greedy eyes. Like I was the best treat in the world.

"Anna sweetie, you know you have to be careful about what you do. You've taken martial arts for 7 years! You can seriously hurt someone."

I nodded my head and stared at my feet. We sat in awkward silence for a few moments till the door clicked open and closed. My stepfather John appeared in the doorway of the room. "Sarah? Anna? What's going on?" He said walking over to my room's side.

"Anna got expelled again." My mom said with a sigh.

John took a deep breath in and then exhaled it. "Ok, I'll start looking for new schools in the area. You start looking for school with dyslexic programs."

"I told you! I am NOT dyslexic! The words purposely move on me, there is nothing wrong with me!" I said slightly angry. Everywhere I went people kept telling me that I had a problem and I was dyslexic. I might have problem's reading but that doesn't mean anything is wrong with me.

My parents had both left the room and where whispering quietly in the other room; I strained my ears to hear what they where saying.

"John, things are getting worse! She was attacked in school! We have to tell her!"

"Sarah, you know what he said. He would tell us when the time was right. We can't deny him what he wants." John said.

"I know but I'm worried for her. I know first hand how hard the world can be." My mom said desperation in her voice.

"But her world is harder. We can't tell, not just yet ok?"

"Ok." My mom said with a sigh.

What where they talking about? I'm so confused. I stormed up to my room and slammed the door shut behind me. My life was so stupid. Why did every one hate me? I turned my Ipod on and blared the music. I closed my eyes and sank down onto my pillow. My parent's had a lot of explaining to do at dinner. But for now it was just me and my music.

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