"Hey look! It's little Drew Tanaka, fluttering around on her little skateboard!" someone called, egging a small girl with a raggy, black mop of hair.
Drew couldn't help that her Dad was always drunk so that she had to wear old rags and couldn't comb her hair. No one cared that the skateboad was the only way to school. Or that'd she'd have to wash herself in the river.
Drew marched on strongly. She drowned out their cries.
"Breathe in," she thought to herself, "Breathe out."
Neverless, they didn't care. On came the eggs, the toilet paper, the stones.
That night, at her tiny apartment, Drew walked in, only to find shattered glasses and shouts.
"You girl!" he heard her dad call, pointing at her.
Then, he picked her up, carried her into her room, and put her on the bed.
Drew had to say, it was worse than Gaea.
A sobbing little girl sat there, just wanting to die.
She then saw a little envelope come through the window.
She opened it.
It held directions to... Camp Half-Blood?
The next day, Drew slept in a safe place, far away from the eggshells.