Guess who's back! Sorry for the LOOOONG wait, I decided to continue, except edit the chapters. They where bugging the crap out of me. I had terrible grammar at 11, but I'm 13 now and in Honors WOOT WOOT! So I'm writing chapter 5. But first I shall re-do the first 4 chapters.
Dear diary September, 2001
Ok so don't expect that I'm going to be all dear diary on every entry.
Today me and my dad went to the museum. I just love all those Greek Sculptures and the museum's structure one day I will be an architect and design beautiful buildings.
"Dad, can you read that?" I felt awkward asking that.
He looked at me with soft eyes. "No Annabeth I can't, why?"
I pointed at the statue. "Well I think that says Athena at the bottom, can't you read it?"
"Honey I knew someday it would come," He mumbled to himself
"What would come I don't understand?" I asked
"Someday you will. . . . . . " his voice trailed off "Oh look at the time. Annabeth c'mon dear, your stepmother is waiting. She might of already made dinner." He pried in there, obviously changing the subject,
I sighed, "Coming Dad," I called. Honestly I didn't want to leave the museum.
"So, how was the museum dear?" my Stepmothers voice sounded innocent and cheery but I know she's a snake under her skin,
"It was cool, we saw statues, and-"
"I wasn't talking to you, you monster attracting freak! I was talking to your father!" her voice was so deep but so high it was hard fighting back tears.
"Now, now, you know Annabeth is still a young girl."
"I'm sorry Annabeth!" I could hear a hint of sarcasm in her voice she's very immature for a grown women. What does Dad see in her? "How about dinner?"
At night, I slept on the couch I'd never slept in a warm bed since when my step dad met that lunatic. I cant sleep tonight I'm so miserable. Then a thought ran through my mind
'Maybe I can runaway to that place for kids like me. No way to risky way to risky. But maybe I will be excepted with people like me. My mind is made up I'm running away!'
I got up grabbed my backpack put some clothes in there, ran to the fridge took 3 water bottles took a stool opened the cupboard grabbed needed food. I went downstairs and grabbed a sleeping bag.
"I'm sorry Dad, I do love you," I whispered, I ran out the door and got to the driveway and noticed I was in my pajamas. I ran back in and got dressed. Again I ran out the door and shut it quietly, 'To risky' I thought 'way to risky,'