Sup Buttercups!
This is supposed to be a multi-chapter story, but I don't come on here a lot, so updates probably wont be regular.
Anyway, I am usually a happy person, so this isn't my style, but I had an idea and had to get in on paper.
I don't own PJO or HOO.
Enjoy!
Prologue
Annabeth
Perfection... is over-rated.
Actually... love is over-rated.
Love is seriously stupid. It's just the same old thing; boy meets girl, girl and guy fall in love, girl's parents don't approve, and they run away or do some crazy s*** like that.
Please.
Love in movies is really pathetic. In movies, everything turns out well in the end.
But that's just in movies and books.
Maybe, if the author feels suddenly creative, he or she will write about a death, or maybe one of the "star-crossed" lovers will cheat or die. And when they die, their "soul mate" will die or something stupid like that.
True love and all that happiness.
Annabeth hated love. Especially true love.
Honestly? Annabeth believed true love is a sham.
When you're in love with someone, you're supposed to be in true bliss, happy that someone loves you. You should be happy.
But Annabeth's parents weren't happy. And they were in love. SO why then, did they get divorced?
Love is supposed to make the world go round. The gravitational pull to the sun does that, idiots.
Love is supposed to be the most important thing in the world. Annabeth believed that oxygen was.
And yet, when Annabeth told someone she didn't believe in love, they all said more or less the same thing: love is good.
But Annabeth had seen how much that love had effected her parents.
Athena and Frederick. They were the star couple. She was the jelly to his peanut butter, the hip to his hop, the wings to his engine.
Now he is old peanut butter, hop, and a barely functioning engine.
She is expired jelly, hip. and broken wings.
Yeah, not so good apart.
Before they were divorced, however, they were the star couple. They always seemed so content, and carefree. And then the door closed.
Behind closed doors, their masks that they wore in public came off. And the yelling began.
When Annabeth was a kid, they never yelled. But now, they yelled over the smallest things. Annabeth was the glue that held them together.
But even then, Annabeth still believed in love. Untill one cheating ex-boyfriend took that away from her aswell. He had taken away her solace and hope.
So Annabeth didn't believe in love.
Not.
One.
Bit.
Hey Everyone!
So, this is the prologue. I'm a new author, so please tell me if something is wrong, because I will try to correct. Please review or PM me. I don't swear , so I have a really hard time writing this, but it was necessary.
Peace Out!
The Cahill Daughter of Apollo.