Her True Self
Hey guys! So this is my first story here on fanfiction, I know this is a short chapter, but i hope you enjoy it! Anyways, rate and review please if you would like me to continue the story!
Chapter 1:
Annabeth sighed as she picked up her silky grey blanket. She placed it by her cheek, the cool fabric contrasting with her tan cheek. She is sixteen years old, yet she already moved around America more than a couple of time, and now Annabeth is moving again.
"Annabeth! Hurry up and pack! We're leaving to New York in an hour!" her stepmom called from down the hall.
Annabeth has never been on best terms with her step-mother, they had always end up fighting over the smallest things. Annabeth bent down and retrieved her Yankee's cap, the birthday present she received in mail on her twelfth birthday from her mother. She held gingerly, as if it would shatter into a million pieces if she gripped too hard, and closed her eyes, allowing a forbidden memory flow into her mind.
A five year old Annabeth just woke up from her sleep, and heard shouting coming down from the kitchen. She slowly made her way down and hid behind a plain green wall, her stormy grey eyes becoming larger as she saw her parents arguing over a piece of broken plate, not noticing the presence of their young daughter. Her parents seem to be bickering over every single thing, from a speck of dirt on the wooden floors to the amount of money they spent every month. Suddenly, her mom became quiet, a little too quiet. She stormed out of the kitchen, and moments later, she appeared with a grey suitcase in her hand. Annabeth was confused as her mom bent down to her and ruffled her honey blond hair. "I'll call you someday," her mom promised and then she was out the door, leaving the scent of lemons a coffee behind. Later on that day, Annabeth was curled up onto her father's lap, inquiring when her mom would come home. "Sometime," her father had replied, "sometime."
As soon as the memory came, she brushed it away and rapidly placed the cap inside her plaid suitcase. She zipped it up, and dragged it along behind her as walked down the hallway towards the living room. The house was completely bare, all the family photos have been taken down, the furniture, everything. And now she had to restart a new life, make new friends, learn at a new high school. Life has never been easy for Annabeth and it seemed like it never will be.
