" Why were you even born?!" screamed Helen.
Annabeth shrunk back, scared of what her supposed mother would do. A cyclops had smelt her, and attacked the hotel she and her family were staying at for vacation just a few hours ago. The sirens of the police cars had luckily driven the monster away.
"Nobody ever wanted you," she continued. "You're that one piece that just screws everything up, the piece that messes up your day!"
Annabeth looked at her father, who stood nearby not doing anything to defend Annabeth. 'You don't even help your own daughter,' she thought.
"You're just the magnet that attracts all the unwanted, bad things!" Helen said. Finally, Annabeth snapped. "Well, I'm sorry, but I can't help it! It's not my fault I was born this way!" Annabeth retorted. "What did you just say to me?" said that evil woman. "Nobody EVER talks to me that way! You're just a little kid who is so stupid! Go up to your room! I don't ever want to see you again!"
'Fine,' Annabeth thought. 'You don't want me here, so I'm just gonna run away. Happy now?' She smiled, now she was having two sided conversations!
She grabbed her leather backpack and started packing it as if she were going camping, which in a way, she was. At second thought, she grabbed a book given to her father on her birthday called 'Architecture and Blueprints'.
The next day, Annabeth woke up early and grabbed her precious backpack. She tiptoed down the stairs and took a hammer and knife from her father's tool shed. Casting one last glance around the house, Annabeth Chase walked out of the house which held so many memories.