Hello!

We're back, with a one-shot-drabble-thingy! It's about Drew, I mean, she couldn't have always been so mean and bitter... So, without further ado... VANITY FAIR

Dislaimer: We... Don't... Own... Percy... Jackson... or... Heroes... of... Olympus.

Vanity Fair

Before, Drew was the perfect little girl. Everyone who met her called her "darling" or "angel". She would do her homework and practice her violin without complaint. Every year for six years, her report card would come home with straight A's and comments on how "She was a pleasure to have in class".

Then, that day came. The first day of sixth grade. She was walking down the hall, her glasses pushed high on her nose, when she heard a soft whisper.

"Freak"

The one word had nearly brought tears to her eyes. More whispers, obviously directed at her, joined the conversation.

"I know, and what is with her hair?"

"She is so ugly, and the glasses don't help"

The conversation was meant to look private, but loud enough for her to hear.

Tears had begun to fog her glasses. The young sixth grader ran. The nearest bathroom became her safe haven, for the time being. The eight grader's harsh words rang in her mind like fresh wounds. Looking into the mirror, she quickly pulled her hair out of the comfortable ponytail and brushed her hair with her fingers. Her shiny black hair swished around her face. She pulled off the glasses and tucked them into the case. She promised to herself she would get contacts as soon as she could.

For the next few months, her homework lay forgotten. Just another zero to add to her grade. Instead, she tried her hardest to be the most beautiful girl she could. The once perfectly polished violin lay forgotten, left to gather dust and become out of tune.

February 14th came around. The Valentine's day dance. She had yet to be asked. So, that morning, she woke up early. She covered her face with powders and paints that promised to make her beautiful. She wore her best dress, an Asian style red dress to match her heritage. Her hair was curled to perfection and elegantly framed her face. That day, she received many compliments on her beauty, and at least two people asked her to the dance.

This is the life I want! I want to be the most beautiful, receiving compliments all day and being asked out first. I want to be the one giving insults, not receiving them. Drew had decided. The rest of her life became devoted to being beautiful.

The day she arrived at Camp Half-Blood, she just knew she would be in Aphrodite cabin. She was the most beautiful. For a few months of living the life at Vanity Fair, she found she could not leave. Could not revert back to her old ways. Every day, she would wake up, dress her best, and hand out an insult.

And every now and then, the quiet sounds of a violin would play from the Aphrodite cabin.

But, there is no going back. Because, if you decide to stay at Vanity Fair, there is no going back.

This was mostly just SM... I had this idea...

CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM!