Authors Note: My first fanfic... sorry if it sucks... anyways IT MY NEW FAV COUPLE SOOOO LET IT BE! Disclaimer: I don't own the PJO series or any of these characters!

MY BAD BEGINNING

~CHAPTER ONE~

KATIE'S POV-

Brrrrring brrrring. I woke up. Sunshine peeked from behind my closed blinds. A new day. No. A new day means school. And school means... people. You see, people at school... bully me. They tease me about my face, my hair, my body and even my feet. I mean, if you meet me outside of school, you would think, "Oh she looks so happy! She must have a great home and life!" Truth is? I have a dad who is never home and who knows where my mom is. When my dad comes back late at night, I have to act like nothing is wrong. And I admit. It is HARD. And all this bullying and neglecting added to self-harming. A razor cut into my skin intentionally for the first time 3 months ago. And I haven't stopped.

"KATIE? TIME FOR SCHOOL?" Oh no, that's my dad. Well time to get out of my warm and safe bed. I scramble out from underneath my covers and reach into my drawers and threw on some skinny jeans and a t-shirt. I dash into the bathroom and apply a quick swipe of mascara and some cover-up for my acne covered face. I trip down the stairs and head for the kitchen.

"Morning, Katie" my dad tells me without even glancing up from his coffee and newspaper. I looked at my watch, and stopped. Shoot. 5 minutes until the bus comes... oh joy the bus. I grab a bagel and my backpack. I slipped on my Keds, fixed my beanie and walked out the door. I struggled to pull my hoodie over my head as I ran down the driveway. I never show up at school with exposed arms. I really didn't need to be teased even more.

"Bye Dad!" I heard the faint reply of my dad. Maybe that was just my imagination, though. Great, now I have hallucinations. Crap, the bus! I sprint from my house to reach the blinking lights of my bus a block away.

Few more yards, Katie. I pant as I climbed on the bus. "Late, again?" the bus driver said to me. I can't even tell if he was joking or not. Oh well, these days, I don't really care. I quickly scan down the aisles for a open seat. Shit. There was only one seat. In the way back, but that's where the populars sat. No wonder nobody sat there... "Hurry up, Katie! You're holding everybody up!" yelled the bus driver. Choruses of agreement went through the bus, along with some names I wouldn't want to repeat. "Come on, dumbass. You are the nastiest and slowest thing I have ever seen." Camelia (A/N: all mean girls names based off of real MEAN people at my school! mwuahaha) sneers at me. Oh, exactly what I need. I just love to start my mornings with a dose of words from the meanest girl in school. "Yeah, loser." her trusty sidekick, Margo said to me. She then proceeds to stick her foot out to trip me. Aaand, of course I trip over.

"Oh. My. God. You touched my designer heels. You are so filthy! I can't believed you just contaminated them! I hate you!" Camelia yelled at me.

I got up, red faced, and hurry to the open seat. I hear them cackle in front of me. Oh, how I LOVE my life.

At last, the bus pulls up to a curb at my school. Finally. I push my way to the front, and sprint off the bus and towards the school at full speed. Behind me, I hear Camelia say, "Well, someone's a little eager." No, I wasn't all that eager for school. I just couldn't be harrased in the hallways. Again. You see, if you dwell in the hallways too long, all that's left there is you and the populars. And there is no questioning who is gonna win that fight. I frantically turned my locker com while scanning the hallways for any of the guys. The popular guys aren't worse than the girls. They just make your life even more miserable than it already is. I grip the bottom of my sleeves from riding up and walk quickly to my first hour class. I avoid all contact with anyone. Which, of course, wasn't hard because no one approached me and I approached no one. I had no friends... unless you count teachers. I slid into my seat at the back of the classroom. I stare at the doodles on the desk as I wait for all the others to file in.

Finally, it was lunch. I love lunchtime. I like to go to the back of the school and settle in with all the wild flowers and plants. There, I talk to the plants. Ok, I know it sounds super weird but these plants are the only things that were ever there for me and comforted me I guess. Just as I was settled in this spot I made for myself, a shadow towered over me. I freaked out, I thought I was in trouble. I looked up, only to find a strange kid with curly hair and limp.

"Can I join?" the kid asked. "Sure, I guess..." I uneasily replied. This was awkward. No one ever tried to talk to me before.

The kid sat down. "Hey, I'm Grover. I am new and I thought you could show me around me and tell me who to hang out with and stuff." Wow, that kid obviously chose the wrong person. I filled him in with what I knew, and I found him oddly comforting. I told him things like how I had ADHD and I got bullied for that a lot. Then he asked me about more personal stuff like my family and why I liked plants so much. I became more and more weary of his questions. I mean, who asks about someone's personal life on their first meeting? I was getting a little creeped out.

"Anyways, there is summer camp for special kids like that! It's really great, I go there." Grover told me excitedly.

"Wait, you have ADHD, or dyslexia too?!" I said.

"Erm, not exactly." He quickly replies and changes the subject. He gives me the address of the camp. It was pretty close. It was still in New York. I thankhim for the address because summer was in one week and I had nothing to do. Not that I even pland on going. Who was I to take a freaking ADDRESS from a total stranger. I mean, kid I met an hour ago. While he kept on babbling, I pondered how strange this situation was. What if he is a guy trying to kidnap me? or freaking rape me? Ok, obviously not. That was a weird though. Nevertheless, once his back was turned, I got up and sprinted away.

I could hear him call after me, "Wait! You'll come right?!" Haha, right.

Momentarily confused, I push open the door to the girl's bathroom. Big mistake. I completely forgot that's where all the popular girls go during lunch to touch up on their gossip and make up. Ew. I looked up to find 6 startled faces and 1 total grimace. Ouch. Camelia, Margo, Ruby, Britten, Maizie, and Ana Karen were all turned away from the mirrors and facing me.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, my bad, I'll just leave now..." I turned around.

"Oh no, honey, I wanna tell you something about interrupting our sessions." Wow, she even has names for them. I faltered in my step. Britten and Maizie took that moment and seized me by my arms. Ugh, no point in struggling against black peoples arms. Oh shit. They were causing my jack sleeves for ride up. They were nearly up to my elbow now. Oh, I hope they don't notice. The two girls drag me up to Ruby and Camelia where they stood, smirking at me.

"Well, well, well who do we have here? Oh Katie the Whore. Oh wait you can't even be a whore if you can't even get guys. Scratch that. Well, who cares?"

She jabbed a sharp fingernail at my chest. "Never, ever come here ever again. Do you really want to deal with me again?" I shook my head, getting even more scared that she will see my scars that she was so close. Her gaze slid down my arms. Oh damnit. I itched to pull down my sleeves but it was too late. She already saw.

"Oh, lookie here. You have some pity marks. Awww, how cute!" She evilly grinns at me. Oh how I regret coming in here.

"Get your skanky ass over here and hold her down, Ruby." Ruby lumbers over. She was tallest. And probably the strongest. "Oh yep, definitely the strongest." I thought while Ruby held onto my head. What is Camelia even planning to do.

"Well, this a lot easier! What a great way to teach you a fucking lesson about bothering me. Ruby, honey pull her hair if she struggles, please. Thanks, darling." She took one single, longest finger nail down to my arm and traced each scar I had. And my trace, I meant leaving a puncture. Fuck, fuck, I am in deep shit.

"Ow!" I let out a strangled yelp. Ruby jerked on my ponytail and covered my mouth.

"This is so fun." There was a steady trickle of blood on my arm now. Thankfully, not all her scratches went through my skin. She finished that arm.

"As much I would love to do your other arm, we have places to be and people to see. Toodles!" She triumphantly prances out with her minions. And I was left standing in the bathroom with blood on my arm. I watch silently as the blood gushed down from a particularly deep wound and dripped to the floor. I turned and faced the mirror. I watched myself as I cry silent tears. I run from the bathroom. Not even bothering to clean up myself.

I am so done. Done with this. Done with life. I really can'tt put to it anymore. Nothing could take my pain away. I never really understood why all these people hate me. But now I do, because now I hate me too.

With that, I run down the empty hallway,with tears streaming down my face. To the back door. Away from everyone else. Everyone.

Ok guys that was the first chapter of my very first fanfic! I dont know if that was good... PLEASE SAY YES! anyways. Please review! If you have any ideas for any stories about Gallagher girls or other series you want me to do! perferably Gallagher girls because i'm going to write about that next. I think. Anyways, I would love you very much if you reviewed! thanks for reading, darling!

IM JUST GOING TO DO A QUESTION A CHAPTER THING! is that ok with you guys? you can review or PM me the answer! :)

TRATIE OR THALICO? I personally do tratie but WHAT DO YOU THINK!