I screamed and slammed my knife into the Hydra's stomached

I screamed and slammed my knife into the Hydra's stomached. I reared back and shot an arch of acid my way. I rolled to the side and cried out when I felt something piece my back. My knife was gone stuck in the Hydra and there was no way of getting it.

How were the Hydras defeated before I asked my self and a light bulb blinked on above my head. Fire Hercules used fire. I whipped out my match and lit a chunk of wood on fire. A little match wasn't going to do anything to a hydra.

I quickly hid behind a bolder as my torch grew larger. I swirled around and threw the stick. The burnt end pierced through the monster and I cried out and spat 6 tongs of acid out before in disincarnated into monster mix.

I pulled on all the sticks and leaves from my hair and twisted around to examine my back. There was a shallow cut that was about 3 centimeters long but I swiftly walked to the stream and washed it off before I trudged back into the house.

I gathered my backpack and jacket from behind a large oak to my dismay the acid had eaten a hole in my jacket. I left it there and retrieved my knife quickly rinsing all traces of the monster dust off.

My face was bloody and bruised but I could simply tell my "parents" that I got in a fight. No need to tell them I got in a fight with a monster.

I whipped my hands on the back of my grass stained jeans; taped a band aid on my wound after applying a tiny lair of anesticy goop to it.

I tossed my backpack into the smashed up broom closet along with the twins folders. I had good grades but I got into a lot of fights. There was no, "hey honey, how was school?" no "are you ok?" nobody rushing over to kiss my bruises. But that was fine. I already knew. I had made plans to run away and last night I had decided to go to New York. Or run away to New York. I was unwanted. A stopper from my father, stepmother, and stepbrothers happy lives. I was unloved.

My dad had a conference today so he would have been gone, and the twins always went to the park on Fridays. I would pack then and I would leave. Run as fast as I could go. Ot that there would be anyone running after me.

Annabeth's life…