Annabeth
Would the running ever end? My seven-year-old legs were tired after only a few days, I didn't see myself living past eight. And yet I was happy with my choice, at least I would die happy and away from my demonic stepmother Susan.
I somehow ended up in New York. I have absolutely no idea how I got here, but it was probably the train that I thought was headed to Florida. As I was walking to a Greyhound Station I felt this weird chill going up my back. Suddenly my feet weren't on the ground anymore. My first thought was "MONSTER". However, as I was spun around I saw it was a regular mortal. He was looking at me hungrily and I probably should have been scared, but I was to busy with the thought that my hammer could actually hurt him. The man pulled me close and started to say something, when I brought my hammer down on his forehead. I ran. Again.
About an hour later I was about to board the bus when something caught my eye. Well… someone. It was a little boy, scruffy black hair and sea green eyes. He was with a nasty middle-aged man with no hair. I got bad vibes from him. The boy was eagerly starting at the bus next to mine. Then a pretty lady with brown hair came charging from the bus and wrapped the boy in a tight hug. That's all I saw before we pulled out of the station and towards who knows where.