Alright! I've been dying to type this up. I L*O*V*E Annabeth's story so I decided to give it a whirl. Hope this sounds okay!
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Okay, so maybe I overreacted.
Being born a demigod? Getting attacked by monsters that aren't even supposed to exist? Having no effective weapon against them? A family that thought everything was my fault? Me running away?
Yeah, I kind of overreacted.
But, in a crazy way, overreacting was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.
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It all started on the day I arrived on my dad's doorstep. I arrived in a beautiful golden basket with a note from my mother, whoever she may be. I thought I was awaiting a wonderful new home with a nice family and a father that loves me very much, but when my father opened the door and saw my face, I saw shame in his watery blue eyes, not pride.
The day I came into his home was the day the monsters came. At first, very little. One or two at the most, all trying to get to me. But as the days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months and the months stretched twelve at a time into years, as I came to believe they were not just some nighttime monsters that hide under my bed or in my closet, more and more came each day, until there were either hordes of little ones or one of the big ones.
But even though I was very young in the times they arrived, I'd always be able to outsmart them by hiding in small places as they'd crash through the house. I was strangely intelligent for a toddler of my age.
And it just kept getting better. Monsters attacked. I'd get away. Monsters attacked. I'd get away. It'd continued for a daily basis. It continues for a daily basis. My name is Annabeth Chase. I am six years old.
I live in San Francisco. Not many people really know I exist, even with half the world's existing monsters staggering after me wherever I go. It was kind of upsetting, knowing my father and stepmother only never allowed me to attend school because of how 'dangerous' I was. According to them, I was stupid, useless, and couldn't do a thing right. (A/N: Love that song! ^_^)
I'm like a slave in this household. I'm Cinderella before the ball; a pitiful little girl who's stepmother is a witch and who's father couldn't care less for her. He doesn't even remember my birthday; I've never gotten any presents. It's a privilege just to eat at his table and sleep on a cot in the back room afterwards.
Sometimes I think I'd do better in foster homes or an orphanage, but I always endure.
Tomorrow is my seventh birthday. My dad won't remember and my stepmother won't care. I would do something special for myself, but if I made a cake or even a cupcake, my parents would get mad at me for wasting batter, and if I bought something for me with the little pocket money I have, my parents would get mad at me still for wasting space with useless toys. So I'll blow out a flame on my birthday candle hidden under my cot, just as I've done every year, and make a wish.
Every year my wish is the same; 'I want a better life with friends and family who actually care about me.' Or, in other words, 'Get me out of here.'
And, as my birthday dawn draws near, I have a feeling my wish is about to come true.
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Yay! Hope that turned out okay. I'm going to follow the book as close as I possibly can, but if you catch any mistakes, please review or PM me. Thanks!
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