A/N: I have a something to say, so please read this.

I really wanted to update. Wanted.

But what keeps me from updating is school. Gods, school. Plus, we recently just had had our Periodic Test.

Well, on the days that I am free of tortures' grasp, I spent my time resting instead of writing and updating.

Again, I am really sorry. But enough of that! Let's get in to the story!

Now let me present you, the first chapter of Just Dance.

Wait! Holy Hera! I forgot to put up the disclaimers for my past stories and/or chapters! Gods, don't kill me!

Disclaimer: Surely, I do not and certainly won't ever own the Percy Jackson and The Olympians Series. I am not Rick Riordan. Just an author expressing her inner thoughts.

PS: Characters may be OOC.

Just Dance

Annabeth: Dancing is my passion. Not just any hobby or a past time. I don't care about their opinion. It's my dream. My goal is to be a famous dancer even if I have to hide my ugly face by a mask.

Misery

The alarm went off.

I hate Mondays. Why? Because that means another week of teasing and receiving a bunch of insults from my classmates. Don't get me wrong. I love school.

The only thing that ruins it is the constant bullying.

I have a long gash across my face. The reason was because of my oh-so-loving stepmother decided to sharpen her kitchen knife on my face. Much to my father and stepbrother's entertainment when I was seven. Talk about great parenting.

Running away was the easy part. But finding where to stay is the problem. Fortunately, Thalia and Luke found me sprawled on the sidewalk bleeding one fateful night.

9 years have passed but still, it hurts. It hurts physically and emotionally. The hardest part is when your own father tells you that you're a mistake. That I wasn't supposed to even exist in the universe.

'Annabeth Chase' and 'pathetic' surely fit in one sentence…

Thalia Grace and Luke Castellan helped me rise from the bottom. Guide me through the years.

For one thing that we have in common is that we came from the darkness of our past, painful lives. Slowly shining through the crowd.

Dancing is our source of living. We dance to earn money to provide us with daily needs.

Fallen. Our group's name is Fallen.

A/N: So do you guys like it? I love your feedbacks so keep them coming in, ok?

Umm…sorry for the shortness and all.

Have a nice day!