Hey guys,
WOW. It's been a while, huh. I'm sorry I haven't really been posting up anything. I hope you didn't think I was dead or something. :O Anyway, I wanted to try a shot at something new because everything else I wrote, just couldn't be added upon. Well, just enjoy for now and I'll just stop talking.
Sorry if the chapter is somewhat short... AND, LOL, sorry for the cliche title.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the PJO characters or the Percy Jackson franchise itself. All rights go to Rick Riordan.
Chapter 1
ANNABETH
"… And so, the princess and the prince lived happily ever after," Frederick Chase closed the cover of the book of fairytales, smiling at his daughter whom was tucked inside her bed.
"Read more, daddy," a 6-year old Annabeth Chase urged her father, her magnificently innocent face glowing with curiosity.
Frederick laughed, "It's already past your curfew, dear. Get some rest." He kissed Annabeth on her forehead and as he was about to close her bedroom light, she startled him with a question.
"Daddy, do fairytales come true?"
"Of course, dear," Frederick replied, hesitantly, a smile plastered on his face in order to not disappoint his only daughter.
"I'm so happy to hear that, dad… Mom will come back then?"
"I'm afraid she will never return, dearest," Frederick lowered his head and begrudgingly shut the lights off on his daughter before she could ask more questions.
My name is Annabeth Chase. I'm just your average sixteen-year old girl attending an ordinary high school. But I've got bigger dreams than just ending up your typical businesswoman. I aspire to be an architect. Enough of that, I'm athletic and I love to read, even though I'm dyslexic. My friends call me a bit of a tomboy, but I have reasons for that.
I have struggled my entire life without a real mother. When I was almost 6, my mom was killed in some freakish car accident. Even when my stepmother had moved into the picture, she couldn't substitute for my mother. You wouldn't believe how awkward it is and was for me to learn about puberty by myself.
I was brought to earth by a kick in the behind.
"Annabeth, hurry up!" Rachel exclaimed, waving her manicured fingers in the air, "Get me my lemonade. And put five ice cubes in it. No more, no less. Or else I'm telling mom."
"Sure thing, Rachel…," I seethed, succumbing to my stepsister's demands. I hated how weak I was. Always being pushed and worked by my stepsisters, Rachel and Nancy.
It had been 5 years since Dad died. My stepmother, who I'm sure married him for wealth, hates me, and doesn't care about whatever happens to me. Dad had been the chief of the local fire station, a hero and role model to all. When he put his own life down for the safety of others, I was devastated. Who was going to watch me grow up?
"ANNABETH, FOR THE LAST TIME, STOP BEING SUCH A SLUG," Rachel shouted.
"I HEAR YOU, FOR THE LAST TIME, WHY DON'T YOU DO THIS GODDAMN WORK YOURSELF?"
"WHAT WAS THAT?"
"Nothing…"
"That's what I thought," Rachel said smugly, plugging her earphones back into her ears and reading a Twist magazine.
I went to the kitchen to retrieve her desired objects and then sat on the floor to fan myself. I was overwhelmed by the summer heat. Our house, correction, my dad's house, had Air conditioning, and the only problem was that I'm not allowed to actually use it. In fact, even if I wanted to, Rachel and Nancy would sit right in front of the vents like the lards they are.
"Yoo-Hoo! I'm home, girls!" my stepmother, Beatrice, hollered. First off, she's an incredibly disfigured woman who wears too much make-up. I honestly have no idea why my dad found her so attractive. And second, I don't understand why she dresses in tank tops and short-shorts because just seeing her like that reminds me of a fat old man in a speedo. Anyway, back to reality.
"Mommy," My two teen stepsisters cried, running to their mother. Beatrice looked up at me from her two daughters, "Ugh, she's still here, I can't believe it."
"I'm your stepdaughter, and you're living in my father's house. You're one to talk."
"Don't get wise with me, you scrawny, little unappreciative rat."
"I'd rather be an underfed rat than a fat hippo like you," I retorted. Beatrice sneered, unable to retaliate. Yep, so this was my life.
"Why didn't I send you to the orphanage?" Beatrice groaned.
"Why didn't you? Life would've been better there. At least I wouldn't be a slave."
"Now I remember why I kept you," Beatrice and her daughters grinned, laughing at her stupid remark.
I rolled my eyes. I couldn't wait until I'm in college, away from this miserable life.
So,
What do you think of it so far? Next chapter will be in Percy's point of view. And just so you know, it takes place in an Alternate Universe (AU fanfic). Thanks for all of your support, everyone.
With love,
Tina
