Hey guys. This is my third story on hear. Hope you like it. And also fist bump. That's how we roll. I literally fist bumped the screen. The picture is technically mine but the story it's from on wattpad is not mine. Also no demigod stuff in this story. Just a normal thing.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. It's all Rick Riordan. I hope to be like him some day. High and mighty with minions. c:

~Annabeth~

"I love you seaweed brain" I said.

"I love you too wise girl." Percy, my boyfriend, said. Ok let me fill you in.

My name is Annabeth Chase. In seventeen years old and the smartest girl in school. My mom is named Athena and my dad is named Max. I have an older sister named Alison who was in college, a yunger sister named Madison and a brother named Malcom.

Today was my birthday. I knew my family was planning a surprise party for me and told Percy to keep me away from my house but I played along anyway.

We were walking in Central Park.

Our hands were intertwined.

"For you." Percy handed me a red rose.

"Thank Percy." I took the flower and smelled it. "It's beautiful."

"A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl."

I felt myself blush.

I felt the thorns on the stem softly. Pulling them off one by one.

"What are you doing?" Percy asked.

"Pulling the thorns off. Knowing you, it's a smart idea." I smirked.

He pretended to look hurt but I just gave him a funny glare. "Good point." He shrugged.

Percy looked at his phone. "We should get going Annabeth. Were going to be late."

"Late for what?" I teased him. I've been trying to break him all day. Even though I knew it was going on I still wanted to hear it.

"To get you back home bore your dad attempts to kill me again." He smirked. Are you kidding me. It's harder than it looks. He is so determined.

Suddenly a man in a black suit walked up to us.

"Are you Annabeth Chase?" He asked me.

The smile I had on my face died. "Yea."

"I'm sorry to tell you this but your family died in a fire." Oh my god.

I put my hand over my mouth and started to cry.

"I'm so sorry." He said and walked away.

I put my chance in Percy's chest and cried and he hugged me.

We walked to my house. Or what was left of it. I had stopped crying on the way their. My house was burned down.

I looked at what was their. Fire trucks, ambulances, and cop cars were parked around the land.

I picked up something on the ground. A book. It was my journal. It was filled with my memories, pictures, and short stories. I flipped though it. The pages were seared but you could still read the writing. I found the page I was looking for. I pick the picture that was squished in the book. A family photo. Me, Madison, and Malcom were nealing on the ground on the ground while mom and dad we standing above us. We were smiling. Alison was at collage so she wasn't their.

I picked another picture. My sister. Was she hear? Had she lives?

"Excuse me sir?" I said to a man who was talking to a paramedic.

"Yea?" He turned and looked at me.

"Did this girl survive?" I asked, showing him the picture of my mom.

"No. I'm sorry."

I put the pictures back in my book and took a few step away. I couldn't take it anymore. I screamed and fell to my knees and cried up a river.

Percy knelt down next to me. He comforted me as I cried.

What was I going to do? I'm an orphan. No more family. No one to feed me or love me or hug me. All my loved ones were gone. I still had Percy but that doesn't bring my family back.

Ok how was it? Sad? Yes. Anyone else hear who read or watched the book thief this reminds me of that a lot. :( :(

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