Hey guys, I'm back! Now I know that I haven't finished my other story. It's wasn't my fault though because I was studying for exams for a long time so I forgot a little bit. Anyways I had this idea when I saw this movie about and insecure girl that finds her way with the help of someone. Don't ask me what movie it was because it was a while ago and I have forgotten. Everyone is human and Annabeth and Percy are 16 if you wondered (or cared). Anyways I don't own anything even though I keep begging Rick to let me "borrow" PJO. LOL well on with the story!


Annabeth's Pov-

"—can't you just understand that I can't send her there!" my father yelled.

"I don't understand why you keep that good for nothing daughter! She's god awful and you know it!" Susan, my step mother, yelled back. If you're wondering where I am, I'll give you 3 guesses, my home, the mall, or the park. If you picked the mall, you are correct. You see, my step mother hates me because according to her, my father should've given me away when I was little because I was useless.

We went to the mall so we could buy Bobby and Matthew some clothes. They were in dire need of some. Well I asked her if I could buy a shirt that was on the clearance rack seeing as my clothes were getting way too small for me too. She flipped out on me and now here we are, standing in the middle of mall, with my dad and her screaming at each other over me.

"She doesn't even deserve the shirt!" Susan screeched. The twins seemed to be getting more and more upset by the fighting so I took all of the clothes we were buying for them and walked up to the cashier. I paid for the clothes with my own free money, leaving me broke. I handed the bags to my little brothers and got down to their eye level.

"C'mon guys, let's go home." I said. They looked grateful as I lead them away from the crazy scene our parents were making and outside to the fresh air. I wasn't allowed to get a car and I wasn't allowed to drive so I had ridden my bike to the mall, all four miles away. Now I live in San Francisco where the sun is always shining, the birds are cheeping, and you can swim any day of any week. But the box I had put myself in long ago told me that if I tried to see the beauty in the world, I would see more bad things, seeing something else bad was the last thing I needed.

I mounted my old bike that had chipping paint and put the bags into the basket on the back.

"Do you guys mine walking?" I asked. They shook their heads. Bobby and Matt were awesome little brothers. They were nice and cute and they didn't even seem to hate me at all. But every time my dad and their mom got into a fight, they would come running to me, asking me if everything was going to be okay. I couldn't exactly tell them the truth nor could I lie so I would always tell them the same answer, which was I don't know.

"What's wrong with mom and dad?" Matt asked. Matt had deep brown hair and blue eyes like his mother and brother. His eyes were usually bright and happy but now they seemed just plain upset. We kept going in silence for a while before I responded.

"Things just get complicated Matt," I said carefully. "And when things get complicated with grownups, they choose to fight it out. That's how they work things out."

"That's dumb, why can't they just talk it out or have the principal help them?" Bobby said. I almost laughed. Adults liked to settle things the hard way, never the easy.

"Because when people grow up, they have to become their own principal. They have to keep the order in themselves and when that order is upset, they take it out on whoever they can until they get what they need to be ordered again, do you understand?" I asked. They nodded slowly, taking in the new information. It was silent all the way home.

When we arrived home, the house was empty. I figured that they were still battling it out at the mall. I helped Bobby and Matt put their new clothes away and then I wandered into my room, shutting the door behind me as I heard the boys speaking about a new way to build Lego robots so they would stand up straighter or something like that.

My room was pretty basic—a bed, a dresser, and a closet. I didn't have any books I could call my own. Susan wouldn't allow me to have one because I was 'too stupid to probably know how to read one'. That and she knew I had dyslexia so she said why bother doing something you can hardly do anyways. I didn't have any posters or pictures because every time I put one up, she would snatch it down and cut it to pieces saying that it would mess up my walls. The only true personal item I had was Elle, my stuffed pink elephant. Elle was a gift from my mother before she died in a house fire in New York when I was 6. It was the only thing that made me feel special like someone cared about me.

Elle still smelled like smoke from when I had rescued her from the fire. It was the only thing I could gather before my section of the house caught fire. It was such a horrible night too.

My mother had been sitting by the window; a candle was her only light. She was reading the Pride and Prejudice. Then the candle tipped over on to the curtains. She tried to put out the flames, calling to my father and me for help but we were both too much asleep and the fire was spreading so quickly. When I had awoken there was a man in a big mask looming over me and all I could grab was Elle before the roof collapsed above us.

The night still haunts me and I can't help but think how much better my life could've been if the fire hadn't started. Luckily my father got a new job in San Francisco that promised a new house and living supplies for a few months. Even though this was a great thing, it was also bad because he met Susan. Susan looked so nice and sweet but once they got married she became the devil in high heels. She was always criticizing me, telling I was a mistake because I have dyslexia and ADHD, calling me stupid, and just barely tolerating me.

This was how I began my box. My box was the only place I knew I could be welcomed and loved. The box didn't care who I was, it only wanted to protect me. The box kept me sane and I wasn't stepping out of it for anyone.

The door slammed open downstairs, pulling me out of my thoughts. I heard more yelling but I couldn't make out the words. All I knew was it was about me. The yelling stopped and then I heard footsteps come upstairs to my bedroom door.

There was a knock and then the door swung open to my father. He was tall with blonde hair, blue eyes and was usually found with a goofy smile on his face. This time his mouth was in a deep frown and his eyebrows made him look worried, upset, and guilty.

"Annabeth," he said sitting on the bed. It sank under his weight. I scooted over next to him and he wrapped his arm around me in a friendly hug. "I have bad news." He continued. I said nothing and waited for his response.

"Susan gave me a choice when we were coming home." This sparked my attention.

"What was the choice?" I asked. He took a deep breath.

"She said I could either keep you here and she could leave me or I could send you away to a boarding school in New York and she would stay." My eyes widened.

"Dad, tell me you picked option one," I said. He wouldn't look at me. "Dad, please tell me you picked option one. Tell me you picked it, please." I begged. He took a shaky breath.

"I can't lose her Annabeth. I've already lost your mother, I can't lose her too." He said almost silently. I could feel the tears beginning to escape. My own father didn't want me. My own father…

"But—But," I stuttered. I couldn't make a complete sentence, not with all the sobs that were escaping my lips. All that kept repeating in my head was 'He doesn't want me. He doesn't want me. He doesn't want me.' Susan appeared in the doorway with a smirk.

"Better get packing sweetie," she said in a sickening sweet tone. "Your plane to New York leaves tomorrow morning." she turned on her heel and left my room, probably to go celebrate.

"It'll be okay. It's only for a while and besides, you'll be home for the holidays." He said trying to reassure me.

"Just go," I told him. "Go celebrate with your wife that your god awful daughter will finally leave the house." I told him as I turned away. He sighed and left my room, closing the door behind him.

I packed my things silently and slid my suitcase under my bed. I grabbed Elle and hugged her tight as I snuggled under the thin sheets of my bed.

I thought of tomorrow and how I would be boarding a plane for several hours to go across the country, back to a place that had caused the beginning of my pain in the first place. I drew the lines of my box bolder, hoping they would hold up and keep me from harm in my new school. And then when I had accomplished that task, I drifted off to sleep, thinking about how things could've been, how things should've been, and then I regretted being alive in the first place.


So what do you think? Should I write another chapter? BTW a sneak peek for the 1st chapter of the Son of Neptune is out so be sure to read it! Also I had my first exam today which was math. Now I've got a question for all of you. Which exam do you find most challenging? Until next time, -77DayDreamer77