ANNABETH POV:
Something is wrong. Days aren't usually this bright. I'm not usually this happy. Josh Hutcherson doesn't usually look this hot.
And school isn't usually this horrid.
People aren't just avoiding me today like they usually do, or making snide comments, or pointing and laughing. I keep getting cornered by Drew and her, as I like to call them, gang. She hates it, so that's what I call her. Oh, great, I think, here they are now.
"Hey, Annie," Drew cooed. "Are you gonna go home today and cut yourself again?" she and her gang laughed and I just stared into my locker. "I told you, I never cut myself. You're thinking of Annie. I'm Annabeth," I said, through gritted teeth. "Yeah, whatever. We all know it was you, Annie," I could feel Drew getting close to my face, though I couldn't see because my hair was covering it. "We all know it was you who did it with Luke Castellan in the girl's locker room," she whispered in my ear. "I told you, that was not me," I said angrily.
"What was that, slut? I couldn't hear you."
"It wasn't ME!" I screamed, pushing Drew to the floor.
"I am TIRED, of you PUSHING me around, calling me names! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" I could feel the color leaving my face as I realized how many people were watching me. I glared the dirtiest glare I could come up with as I grabbed my things from my open locker and rushed down the hall, out of the door, just as the school bell rang. I could feel the tears about to stream down my face as I ran into a something, knocking it down.
"Whoa…."