Back when Rachel and I were friends, there was this one girl, Drew. She was just so mean. Her words were sharp like knives and swords and the weapons she uses to fight against me. She keeps metaphorically knocking me off my feet, with her voice like nails on a chalkboard. She's just plain mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life.

I can see her years from now, sitting in a bar. Talking over a football game and how the cheerleaders' skirt's colours are all wrong. With the same loud opinion, even though no-one cares, and nobody is listening. All washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things, really drunk and grumbling on and on about how I can't sing, even though she'd never even heard me.

I know that someday I'll be living in a big old city, big enough so she cant hit me. But all she's ever gonna be is mean if she continues. I just wanna know why she has to be so mean.

She is always switching sides, with big fat lies and humiliating the weaker man for making some sort of imaginary error. She always pointed out my flaws, like whether I have pimples and spots, which I already worried about. I hung my head down, trying to block her out, because I knew I'd never impress her. She can take me down with a single blow, but she don't know what she don't know…

Maybe I should of mentioned my name is Annabeth Chase, and I'm a daughter of Athena. Rachel was my mortal best friend, and Percy my half-blood – son of Poseidon.

I also have an altar-ego you may know. Taylor Swift? Heard of her? Well, that's me. You might have guessed, but I wrote a song about Drew, when I was particularly mad at her:

Mean, by Taylor Swift (me, Annabeth!)

You, with your words like knives

And swords and weapons that you use against me

You have knocked me off my feet again

Got me feeling like I'm nothing

You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard

Calling me out when I'm wounded

You picking on the weaker man

You can take me down with just one single blow

But you don't know, what you don't know...

Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides

And your wildfire lies and your humiliation

You have pointed out my flaws again

As if I don't already see them

I walk with my head down

Trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you

I just wanna feel okay again

I bet you got pushed around

Somebody made you cold

But the cycle ends right now

'Cause you can't lead me down that road

And you don't know, what you don't know...

Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar

Talking over a football game

With that same big loud opinion

But nobody's listening

Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things

Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing

But all you are is mean

All you are is mean

And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life

And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

But someday I'll be living in a big ol' city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean, yeah

Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so?

Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city (Why you gotta be so?..)

And all you're ever gonna be is mean (Why you gotta be so?..)

Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me (Why you gotta be so?..)

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

So thanks for reading! I'm hoping to have the next chapter out later…

Byee!

IAmDianaRomanGoddess

P.S. I'd love to know any ideas to make this better!