Hey everybody. It's my first Percabeth fanfiction so go easy please. I would love some ideas cause as of right now I don't really have a set path in where this story is going. Please review and tell me what you think! ENJOY.

Annabeth's POV

"What's the order of the rainbow again?" Angelica asked for the seventh time that night. You would think that a sixteen year old girl would know stuff that you learn in kindergarten. Apparently it's not common knowledge in this house.

I exhaled. "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. How many times am I going to have to repeat it?"

"Until I'm done arranging my closet according to color. What was the order again?" she asked as she dug through the enormous piles covering the entire floor. "Red, orange, what?"

"You're joking, right?" I asked, exasperated. Of course, I knew she wasn't joking. My step-sister was honestly that stupid. I flopped back on her huge magenta bed, the only thing in the room not covered in clothes. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander freely. I then drifted off to sleep.

I saw myself laying on a beautiful beach with crystal blue ocean and white sand that felt smooth as I gingerly walked across it. I layed down and felt the bright sun warm my body. My mother was sitting next to me in a long flowing white dress; she looked at me with proud eyes. As I layed on the beach with my eyes closed in my simple black bikini, I felt fingers getting intertwined with mine. When I opened my eyes, I was looking straight into the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They were a mesmerizing aqua blue with light green mixed in. And in the sunlight I was able to see grey speckles shimmering in them. "Annabeth," a voice said. It was deep and made my name sound much more beautiful than it actually was. "Annabeth," he said again.

"ANNABETH!" My eyes snapped open just in time to see a huge pile of clothes coming down on me. OOF! I pushed the garments off of me and sat up.

"What? What is so important that you had to wake me up?" I snapped, annoyed that she interrupted my good dream.

"Excuse me, but do you remember your position in this family? You do things for us. You clean, you cook, you do homework. You are only here to help me and Amber," Angelica went off on her usual rant. I just tuned her out because I've heard it plenty of times before.

Whenever I do something wrong I hear the speech. The speech about how I'm not cared for in this family. How I was a mistake, that's why no one knows who or where my mother is. How my sole purpose is to serve the family. When Angelica wants this, I get it for her. When Amber needs that done, I do it for her. When my dad works late, which is everyday, I do the cooking and cleaning. I'm the bottom of the totem pole and I do what I'm told. That was the speech. The only thing that ever changed about it was when it was over, they would tell me a different chore to do.

"So you're going to finish rearranging my closet for me. You know the rainbow so do it in that order," Angelica finished, flipped her long, chocolate brown hair, and strutted out of her painfully pink room. I sighed and got to work. There was no arguing with her. Most of Angelica's clothes were pretty hideous to me. There were all sparkly and pink and frilly. Lots of skirts and tons of dresses. I was more casual. My closet consisted of a few pairs of jeans and some t-shirts, the end. Seeing all of her clothes made me sick. I couldn't understand how she wore some of those things. The skirts looked like the couldn't even cover her butt.

In one of the last piles I found the only article of clothing of hers that I liked. I was a silver strapless dress that ended mid-thigh. It was completely covered in sequence. Normally I hate things like that but the way the light reflected off of it reminded me of the grey specks in the boy's eyes in my dream. I looked at it for a long time, tucked it away under some of Angelica's old sweaters, and finished organizing the rest of the clothes.