Annabeth's POV
" Get your but down here you worthless excuse for a daughter!" my dad yelled up the stairs.
"Coming!" I yell back from my room which, by the way, is literally a small walk-in closet.
Let me explain my family situation. My mom died when I was seven and my dad remarried two years later to a much younger woman. She was nice for a while and then she showed her true colors after she gave birth to my two step-brothers, Bobby and Mathew, who are now pervs. They are always trying to touch me places brothers shouldn't touch, if you know what I mean, and my parents just laugh like it's funny. My dad drinks every day and how drunk gets affects how hard I get beaten. They, my "parents", decided a few weeks ago that we were going to move not caring what I would be leaving behind. Now we have moved across the county from San Francisco to New York and I have to start all over during my sophomore year of high school. I'll be going to a preppy school, Goode High. Thanks parents who don't-care-about-me-at all-and-wouldn't-care-if-died-in-a-pit-of mud-because-they-are-evil.
To make my life worse, I was harassed by some guys last year to the point where I was pulled into an empty classroom and a few of the boys were going to do some "things" to me. Fortunately, a teacher came in before it could escalate past one of them forcing me to kiss him. I tried to tell my parents about it but my dad didn't care. All I got was a broken rib and a bruise on my face because I was home late.
I run downstairs in my gray t-shirt and ripped jeans slipping on my other converse shoe onto my left foot. When I reach the foot of the stairs, I see my dad standing there. The moment I open my mouth to say something, he slaps me in the face and punches me in the stomach. I double over in pain and fall down. I get onto my hands and knees and start to get up when my dad kicks me in the ribs. I fall back down on my side, curling up into the fetal position as he keeps kicking me.
"You are worthless you hear me worthless! Hurry up and get to school before I kick your -*-" he yells.
I scramble up and grab my backpack and books and run out the door, breakfast forgotten.
"Bye Anniebeth!" my 13 year old brother says and then slaps my butt. I try to punch him in the shoulder but he runs away yelling "worthless" at me.
By now I should be crying, but I learned a while ago not to let my pain and anger show. The more you recognize your feelings the more and harder you get hit is what I learned a long time ago. I run to the bus praying that the bruise I will definitely have on my face won't show up until I'm in the bathrooms and can cover it up with make-up. I rush into the bus and go towards one of the empty seats.
People eye me with distaste and try to get as far away with me as possible. They already know I'm a nerd. I'm carrying three books in my arms one of them about architecture. I immediately spot a few guys who are checking me out. I already know I've found a replacement for the pervs that were at my old school.
Great way to start the day, I think as I sit down.
The bus is just about to leave when I hear a voice yelling at the bus driver to wait. He lunges up the steps and thanks the bus driver. I look at the kid who just got on the bus.
This guy is gorgeous. He has these hypnotizing sea green eyes and messy jet black hair. He has a bronze sheen to his skin and is clearly muscular by the way that his shirt clings on him.
He looks around for an empty seat and I see a girl who must be one of the school sluts pat the seat next to her and wink at him. I hear giggles from all the other girls and roll my eyes at their immature behavior. I stop paying attention and look out the window as the bus starts to move when I hear a voice.
"Can I sit here?" it asks.
I look up and see the gorgeous guy looking down at me nervously. I nod and say, "Sure."