"Dammit, dammit, dammit!" I yell as the fire goes out. Another breeze blows by and I wrap my jacket around me and stick my hands in my pockets. I look at my surroundings again. I'm on a beautiful green hill with only farms around. I lost the city lights this morning. The sky looks beautiful; I can see all of the stars. I lean back against this huge oak that's right at the top of this hill. I look back at the sorry excuse of my makeshift fire pit. I'm in the beautiful state of Rhode Island. It's almost winter so that means it's in the high forties low fifties. I only have on a pair of jeans, a long sleeve, a hoodie and a sweatshirt. I don't have much money on me so I can't stay anywhere that might actually have heat or at least a blanket. I should probably explain why I'm out here with only $150 and a backpack that has three pairs of pants and shirts, some undergarments, and a ton of socks.

So my mom and I have lived in New York for the past five years. I hated it. I loved living in California because all of my family was there, the ones who actually cared. We go down there for thanksgiving or Christmas every year. Sometimes if I'm lucky we'll go down for both. I love my aunts and uncle, grandparents, and great grandma. They always dote on me when we go down. They know how my mom is. They tried to help at first, but after they learned they were fighting a losing battle. My mom isn't a good mom. That may sound harsh but once you've seen how she is then you would say that was generous. She's told me that she wished that I was never born.

Let me explain a little bit more. You see when my mom met my dad she thought he was the love the life of her life. He took her out a couple of times and then she was a pregnant. He stood around during the pregnancy but a couple months after I was born he left. He just told her he was leaving her. She cried and begged him not to go but he didn't listen. She took care of me hoping that I would bring him back. Then when I turned five she completely gave up all hope. At least that was what I thought. She kind of dumped me on to my aunts and grandma most of the time. All of us were glad with this arrangement. But one day when I came back from staying at my grandma's house for the past week she told me that we were moving to New York. She had the whole house packed up and plane tickets to leave the next day. I begged her to let me stay with my grandma but she said, "No I am your mother and you will stay with me. Even if we both don't like it." So I feel asleep crying that night. I realized later on she was going to use my again to try to get him back. The next morning my mom woke me up at five in the morning to catch our flight at 6:30am I remember her telling me to go brush my teeth and to get dressed afterwards. The rest is just a blur. I remember getting off the plane in New York. We had a little apartment in a semi nice neighborhood. I basically raised myself. My mom worked and then went out almost every night. She never brought anyone home and she wasn't drunk, that much at least. I would have to remind her to go grocery shopping. When I was around twelve almost thirteen she gave me money and told me to just do it myself. Whenever I need clothes or stuff for school she would complain and say, "This is why I never wanted kids all they do is nag. That's probably the reason your dad left." I had a pretty mean comeback but I didn't feel like arguing with her. I hated asking her for anything but I was saving my money to leave.

I had a job walking dogs in our apartment complex and I would go grocery shopping for our neighbor . She is very unfriendly to everyone she meets but she has a little bit of a soft spot for me. She doesn't go out much since she's old and her kid's don't help her or visit her unless they want money. I think this is what has made her so cold. One day she noticed me going grocery shopping so she offered me ten dollars to go grocery shopping for her. So that week when I went she gave me forty dollars for her shopping and her grocery list. I saved her fifteen dollars. When I tried to give her the change back she refused and let me keep it. "With a mother like that it's the least I could do for you." she said with a sympathetic face. At first I thought it was pity and got very angry and embarrassed. I was about to tell her that I don't need her charity and could do fine on my own. But when I opened my mouth to talk she shut me up real quick and said, "I'm not giving you pity girl all I'm doing is a nice thing. You remind me of myself when I was your age. Looking out for yourself and doing everything in your power to get away from the people who just drag you down. And since you're so much like me I know that you could do all of this on your own but if I could speed the process I will. I know your strong just keep it up." she finished with a kind smile then she closed the door. I never realized how much I needed to hear those words until she said them. That's when I realized she wasn't a cold woman. She was just someone the world had tried to kick around but she fought back. After that every Thursday I would get her groceries and help put it way for her. Sometimes I would go around making her dinner or just talking to her. She became the small sliver of hope for me. After a couple of months I broke through her walls completely. It was wonderful she told me all about her life and I told her all about mine. Whenever I did good in school I would tell her straight away. It became a tradition that whenever I received more than three A's and the rest B's we would go out to get ice cream.

But a few weeks ago I came home to show her my final semester report card for my sophomore year. I knocked on the door and waited five minutes for her to answer. I could hear the TV but she still didn't answer. I opened the door and walked to the living room. I knew already that something terrible had happened before I had even seen her. I walked into the living room and saw her sitting in her usual chain facing the TV. At first I thought she was sleeping, or rather I had hoped that she was. " , ." she didn't respond. I ran up to her and put my hand under her nose to feel for a breath. There was none. "No please god no. please you can't be dead. You can't leave me here all on my own." I couldn't stop crying. I grabbed the phone off the table right beside her to call 911.

"Hello 911 what's your emergency." some lady answered.

"Ye-yes I'm in my neighbor's apartment and she-she's not breathing. I-I thin-think she's dead." I said trying not to sob so bad that she could understand me.

"Ok we've narrowed down your location and have sent an ambulance on the way. Can you tell me anything about her miss?"

"My names Samantha, Samantha brooks." I said my voice still shaky from trying not to cry.

"I'm tammy. So Samantha what is her name and how old is she?" tammy asked.

"Her name is Amelia Heinz and she is I mean was eighty-three." I almost started crying again when I had to say was.

"Okay they should be there thank you Samantha. I'm sorry for your lost." tammy finished. "Thank you." I hung up the phone when I heard the knocking on the door.

"Ms. Brooks were here in response to your call." a male voice said. I opened the door and saw the three men. They looked like they were in their late thirties. Two men had a stretcher.

"She's in the living room." I led the way to the living room. The man who knocked on the door felt her wrist for a pulse.

"By the coldness of her wrist and the lack of the color it seems like she's been dead for nine hours. Well take her back to determine exactly what is wrong but for now it seems like the most possible outcome is that she died from natural causes. I couldn't take it anymore he just kept saying dead with no emotion. I started crying again.

"Beck!" one of the men with the stretcher yelled. The man, beck turned back and looked at me. "Oh Ms. Brooks I'm sorry I didn't think." he said shocked. I just shook my head and continued to cry.

"Would you like to say anything?" the man who reprimanded beck asked

"do you think I could hug her one last time?" I asked through my tears.

"Of course." he motioned for beck to back away and let me through. I walked up to her and hugged her.

"thank you for being my hope and just being there for me I wish I could've been here for you." I whispered and finally let go. I turned back to the man. He had black hair, a beard and green eyes. "Thank you for letting me say goodbye." I said smiling slightly.

"Of course." he made as to walk towards me but stopped after taking one step. Beck told them to but her on the stretcher.

"Ms. Brooks can you fill out your information and maybe try to contact her family. Well need your some way to get a hold of you." he passed me a clip board where I put my name and house number. I handed it back to him. He walked out but turned around at the door. "I'm sorry for your loss." he said and then walked out and closed the door.

I wanted to fall apart but I know she wouldn't have wanted that. So instead I went to her kitchen counter and grabbed her phone book. Even though her children didn't appreciate their mother she was still their mom so I had to call them. I remembered her telling me she had four kids, Andy is the oldest, after him is Alex, Tracy and then the youngest is Sarah. I found Alex's name first and called him from her house phone.

"Mom it's not a good time right now." a deep male voice answered.

"Wait please don't hang up." I said in a rush.

"Who is this and why do you have my mother's phone?" he seemed genuinely concerned. It gave me some hope.

"My name's Samantha brooks and I'm your mother's next door neighbor and friend. I have been helping her around the house and getting her groceries for the past four years. I had come to your mom's house to visit her and she didn't answer when I knocked so I let myself in. when I found her in her living room... well I'm sorry to say she's passed away." my throat felt like there was something caught in the middle.

"Okay well just let me know when the funeral and the will reading is. I'm really busy right now bye." and with that he hung up.

"What the hell!" I yelled. I angrily dialed her other son's number. Hopefully this one will be better. After two rings a gruff male voice answered.

"Hello who's this?" wow he didn't even have his mother's number.

"Hi this is Samantha brooks your mothers neighbor."

"Okay what do you want?" Alex asked impatiently.

"Well." I said losing my patience. "Your mother has passed away today."

"Alright just let me know when they read from the will." he hung up after that. "These damn people are terrible!" I yelled. I took a deep to calm myself down. I looked for the next number, Sarah. I dialed her number and she picked it up on the first ring.

"Oh hi mom I was just about to call you. I needed to ask for a huge favor." Sarah said sweetly.

"Sorry this isn't your mom. I'm Samantha brooks your mom's friend and neighbor. I have some terrible news to tell you." wow not even a how are you before asking for a favor.

"I'm sorry to tell you your mom has passed away today." this was starting to just sound like words. They didn't feel like they had meaning anymore.

"What? Well do you know when the funeral will be?" she genuinely sounded concerned.

"Well I'm not exactly sure yet if maybe you would want to do it for your mother; that would be completely understandable." I felt some relief maybe her kids weren't all bad.

"No it's fine. Can you maybe let me know when the funeral is? And the will reading please. Well I have to go to work thank you for informing me, goodbye." she hung up the phone.

"Wow it all comes back to the will reading." I sighed frustratingly. "Just one more." I found Tracy's number and called her.

"Hi mom I'm kind of busy right now can you call me later. Ok bye." she hung up.

"What the hell." I pressed redial angrily.

"Mom I'm really busy."

"Don't you dare hang up this phone again?" I said angrily.

"Excuse me who the hell is this?" she asked shocked that someone she didn't know was using her mom's phone and had talked to her so rudely.

"This is your mom's neighbor Samantha brooks." I took a deep breath and continued more calmly. "I am really sorry to say that your mom has passed away today."

"What?"

"Today when I came to visit your mom I found her dead. They presumed that she had died early this morning."

"Well please let me know when the funeral is. You are in charge of that aren't you?"

"Well actually I was thinking you if not all of your siblings would want to be in charge seeing as she is your mother." I finished.

"Well I'm very busy." she said with some acid in her voice. "Now I really have to go please let me know when they will be reading her will." and just like the rest she hung up. I slammed the phone down on the receiver. The next couple days passed in a blur. I had found her information on how she would like her funeral. Apparently she didn't want to be buried she wanted to be cremated. She had it already paid for so all I had to do is notify the morgue. She had died from natural causes. The next thing I remember is the will reading. a day before they were going to read her will I called each of her ungrateful children to let them know she had been cremated at her wish and that they would be reading her will at 's office. I was the first to get to his office. Ten minutes after the original appointment all of them showed up seconds after the next.

"Okay seeing as we're all here I will read the will now." said. He had dark brown hair and eyes. He was probably about six feet. All of her kids sat in the chairs right in front of his office. I was able to finally get a good look at them. Tracy was next to me. She had blonde hair but her roots that were coming out were light brown. She had her mom's light brown eyes it made me get misty. Next to her was Andy who had the same light brown hair of . I couldn't see his eyes because he was wearing sunglasses. He was wearing a plaid button down shirt and a pair of jeans. Next to him was Tracy and wow. She was wearing seven inch cheetah print heels with matching cheetah print leggings and a black shirt. Her hair was blonde and her face was caked with colorful makeup. Last but not least was Alex. He was bald and had on a ratty pair of pants and t-shirt. "So I'm unsure if any of you know but your mother had come a few months ago to edit her will. The last will and testament of Amelia Sophia Heinz... for my children I leave some wise words "you cannot get anywhere in life unless you have determination and the will to work and with that I leave you each three hundred dollars to help with the determination. To Samantha brooks I also have some wise words "do not let anyone bring you down. I see the fire in your eyes that I also have. That's the kind of fire you need to be born with. Don't let anyone extinguish it. To help with that fire I leave you all of my personal items including my apartment as well as fifteen thousand dollars that will be put in a trust which you can access when you turn seventeen. Well that is everything she has also left you each letters." he passed all of us letters everyone's was one page except mine. Mine was three pages long front and back.

"Wait a second is that it. Her own children only get three hundred well someone we have never heard of until a week ago gets fifteen thousand!" Tracy said jumping out of her seat.

"Well yes that is what your mother changed a few months ago. But if I'm being completely honest what she changed was giving each of you children money. Originally it was just Ms. Brooks receiving any of 's money." he then grabbed his keys and stood up. "Well it was nice to meet you Ms. Brooks." he told me with a big smile.

"It was nice to meet you as well given the circumstances." I finished with a sad smile. With that I walked out. I heard the click clacking of heels.

"Wait one minute brooks." Sarah called out to me. I turned around to see all four of her middle aged children glaring at me. "You must have forged those documents because there is no way in hell our mother would barley leave us anything."

"That's right." piped up Tracy, Alex, and Andy.

"Okay I wasn't going to tell you anything because I've learned not to say anything if I don't have anything nice to say. But you've pushed me with that horrible accusation. You are all terrible children and you did not deserve to have a mother like . I have spent so much time with her in these past four years. You have only come around whenever any of you need money. When I told Alex that she had passed away he was only concerned about when we would be reading the will as well as Sarah. Andy had the same concerns and hung up as soon as I finished saying she was dead. Well Tracy had asked for a favor when I called when she thought I was her mother. None of you even wanted to help with the funeral arrangements. So why she left you anything is what really confuses me." and with that I turned around and stormed off. I couldn't understand why such a wonderful like had such awful children.

Now back to where I was at. As I was looking at the sky the ground shuddered. "Oh no." I quickly got up when I heard a roar. I turned to see... It couldn't be. The beast had one eye and was ten feet. He roared again and pointed at me. "You can't run from me child I am the best there is." He roared and then he ran towards me. I took off and ran down the hill. As I was running I could see this other huge hill with a tall pine tree. A little farther from there was a light coming from a cabin. Thank god I ran faster to my new destination. After about thirty seconds of running I could see two figures coming up the hill. I've never been much for religion but thank you god.

"Help! Help me please!" I shouted waving my arms as I was running. This turned out to be a bad idea because the next thing I know I'm rolling down the hill and it is a big hill. As soon as I reached the bottom I took off like a bullet. I could see the figures running towards me.

"No one can help you now. I'll destroy every single demigod you throw at me!" He shouted it sounded as if he was only a couple feet away from. I turned around and it turned out he was only ten feet away. I turned back to the figures that I could now make out are a teenage boy and girl. They were about twenty feet away from me. I felt another shudder right next to me. He was getting closer and slamming his feet harder.

"Please hurry!" I yelled towards the two teenagers. They were only five feet away from me. The girl had her blond hair in a ponytail and the boy was carrying... "No way." I stopped in my tracks and I could hear them talking to each other.

"Annabeth you take her to camp and I'll deal with Cyclopes." He ran past me not bothering to wait for a response. He charged at the monster carrying a sword. I felt my arm being grabbed and tugged in the direction of the camp.

"Come on we need to get you to safety." Annabeth said. I couldn't move I was completely frozen just staring at the boy fighting a monster. I know I've seen some crazy stuff and could do crazy stuff but it's different to see other people do it. She tugged at my arm harder. "We need to go now Percy could handle himself." As soon as the sentence was out of her mouth the Cyclopes swatted at Percy like he was just annoying fly buzzing around him. Percy's body fell ten feet away and just stood slumped there. "Percy!" The girl screamed. She let go of my arm and pulled out a small dagger and charged at the monster.

"You really think you can take me little girl with the small toothpick." He started laughing. It was interrupted with a loud roar when Annabeth stabbed his foot. Before he could stomp on her she ran to his other foot and attempted to stab him again. But this time he saw it coming and kicked her as easily as if she was a rock. She fell right next to Percy who was now slowly waking up. I heard a small groan come from Annabeth but I didn't have much time to process that she was alright because the Cyclopes was making his way towards me. "I told you that I would destroy you all." He said with an evil smile. He was walking slowly towards me. I couldn't stop shaking. I heard a yell come from where Percy was. "Catch!" He said and through a small object at me. When I got it I realized it was a pen.

"What the hell am I gonna do with a pen!" I screamed angrily at him.

"Open the cap." He said with a smirk. Meanwhile the Cyclopes was five feet away from me still smiling and strolling towards me. I opened the cap and it transformed to the sword he was holding. The Cyclopes stopped for a second with a shocked look on his face. He started walking towards me again. "Do you really think that's going to help you?" He asked rhetorically laughing. I still was shocked I've never used a sword before. What was I suppose to do with this? He was in front of me now smiling down evilly at me. "Time to die demigod." That shocked me out of my frozen state. I started getting pissed. Pissed at everything that had happened to me the last couple of weeks, my whole life. at my family for not fighting for me, my mom for not caring about me, my father for leaving me with my terrible mother, children for being so selfish, and just the world for using me as its punching bag. I heard a ringing sound in my ears and yelled.

"Ahhh!" I slammed the sword in his foot and he started turning to ice. When he was completely frozen he exploded into a million pieces. And then I passed out.