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~Annabeth~
I walked into the house with difficulty. I probably had at least twenty-five bags on each arms. I stummbled my wayinto the kitchen, dropping the bags and rubbing my arms to get the cirrculation flowing again. Hanging above the stove was a list a dishes to prepare. I sighed.
"Annabeth!" Matthew called. I closed my eyes and counted to ten.
"Annabeth!" He caled again.
"What?" I yelled.
"Come here!" I mummled under my breath and walked up to the twins room. I opened the door to find Matthew sitting on his bed, hands folded on his lag. Something was up.
"What do you want?" I asked. He looked offended.
"What? I can't just say hi to my step sister?"
"What do you want?" I said again. He smiled and Bobby flew out of know where. He landed on my back, and my body crumbled under all the weight. He pushed my head forward and I banged my eye of the corner of their play chest. My vision went black, and I couldn't open my eye.
"What is going on!" I heard a voice say. Jewell. The boys stood up and gave their best We-are-the-best-boys-in-the-world look.
"It wasn't us mommy. Annabeth came up here and started yelling us us." Matthew said. Great, look who takes the blame again.
"Yeah, we got scarred, so we hid under the bed. I thought she was going to kill us." Bobby concluded.
I stood up.
"You little-" Jewell put her hands on my shoulders.
"Boys, go play. I have to talk to Annabeth. She won't hurt you anymore." The boys scampered out of the room laughing. Bobby turned around and stuck his tounge out at me. I gave him one of my famous looks. Jewell closed the door and turned to me.
"Sit." She said. I was about to sit on the bed when she pointed to the floor.
"No." I knew what she meant. I sat on my knees on the floor.
"Annabeth, Annabeth, Annabeth. What are we going to with you?" She said, pacing the floor.
"But it wasn't my-" I started to say. Jewell interupted me.
"Silence. Now, about tonight. Gabe is bringing his brat with him to help serve us. You are not to speak to him, or else. You are not to make eye contact with him, or else. You understand me?"
"Yes, stepmother." I replied, starring at the ground.
"Good. Now go. You have three hours to make dinner." I hurried out of the room.
~Percy~
I lugged the cases of beer into the kitchen and stacked them in the fridge.
"20 minutes." I spun around. Gabe was standing there, his arms crossed.
"S-sorry, sir. I-it won't happen again." I stuttered. My body began to tremble.
"Your pushing the limit, boy. Five more minutes, and you would have been dead." He cletched his fist.
"Understand?"
I nodded my head quickly. "Y-yes. Yes, sir."
"Good. Now, in three hours we are going over to Jewell's house. Remember what I told you. No speaking, no making eye contact, and no smart alec remarks. Got it? Good."
"Yes, sir."
"I laid out on outfit for you to wear when we go over. You are to have it ironed an hour before we leave. I better not see a wrinkle in the cloth." He glared at me, then collapsed on the couch. I sighed. If Gabe acually bought me some cloths, then it was probably going to be a disaster. I never got new clothes, only hand-me-downs from charity organizations Gabe stole from. Yes, he steals from chairty. Can he get any lower?
I finished stacking the beer and walked up to my room. crumpled up on the floor was a light blue tuxedo. It also had a white undershirt, and a light blue tie to match the tux. I picked it all up and laid it out neatly on my bed. I groaned. I was going to have to wear that? Wow, mabye Gabe could get a little lower. The screan of my phone lit up, and Grovers face appeared on the cover. I picked up it and hit ACCEPT.
"Hey, G-man." I said.
"Hey, Perce! So, what's new?" Grover asked. Grover was my best friend- scratch that. He was my only friend. Sure, I went to school and all, but everyone pretty much ignored the bruised boy who always sat in the back with his head down. The only time people pay any attention to me is when someone makes me mad and I get suspended, but that's becoming old news.
"Well, I'm being forced into an ugly tuxedo so I can go over to Gabe's girlfriends house to play waiter."
"Ohh, ouch."
"Yeah." I grumbled. Grover, besides Chiron, was the only person who knew what I went through at home. Maybe that's why he is so easy to talk to.
"Hey, man. You know I'm here for ya'. Call me after and tell me about it." Grover said.
"Sure. Oh yeah, Gabe says Jewell has some servants of her own. Maybe I can hook you up with one of them, ya' know?" I laughed. Grover was one of those guys who was always hitting on girls. Sometimes, maybe 40% of the time, he acually won one of them over, put most of the time he ended up with a black eye.
"As long as they're cute and fourteen, man." Grover said. I looked at the clock. I better start ironing.
"Hey, man. I have to go. I'll talk to you later, ok?"
"I'm cool with that. I'm here for ya' man." I smiled.
"Thanks G-man." I hung up, and started to iron the lump of wrinkled clothes.
~Annabeth~
"Hold still!" I growled. I was trying to stuff Bobby into his black tuxedo. He wasn't making it easy, either. He kept twisting and turning, kicking and scratching.
"Bobby, please. I need to go check on dinner." He stuck out his tounge, but reluctantly got dressed with less tussle. I quickly got Matthew dressed and ran downstairs. I had somehow managed to get all the food in the oven, and the last course was finally about ready.
"Annabeth! Is the food almost ready?" Jewell said.
"Yes, stepmother. Only fifteen more minutes left for the last course." I replied. She entered the kitchen, eyeing my work.
"It will do, but don't you think we can do better?" She said. Then, leaning forward so she was inches from my ear, she wispered, "You do know, if Gabe doesn't enjoy it, I won't be happy. And if I'm not happy, Gabe's definatly not happy. And when we both are not happy, you are not happy, Understand where I am going?" I nodded my head slowly, keping my eyes on the floor.
"Good. If you think I make your life miserable, you haven't seen anything yet until he get's ahold of you. I gave him full permission to make you show respect to us. So if I were you, I'd behave." She left the kitchen, her high heels clicking the floor every step of the way.
I stood up straight, my body shaking with fear. I took one more look at the timer, ten minutes, and walked up the staircase to my room.
Laid out neatly on my bed was my maid outfit, a light blue dress with a white apron. My shoes stuck out of the small closet I owned, blue flats. I pulled the dress on over my head and smoothed it out. I brushed my curley blonde hair and pulled it back with a light blue metal hairband. I slipped on the flats and hurried downstairs.
The timer beeped as soon as I stepped foot in the kitchen. I pulled out the dish, salmon, put it on the serving tray. All the food was done and arranged on the table on trays exactly how they were suposed to be served. I walked out of the kitchen to find Jewell. She was standing in the hallway, checking her reflection in the miorre.
Honestly, she looked horrific. Her brown hair dangled loose and pulled back with bretts. She had on a super tight gold dress with sparkles dancing around on it. Her golden high heels were at least a good five to ten inches off the ground. Her face was caked with blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow, and lipstick.
"Stepmother?" I said. She turned to look at me.
"Yes?" She asked.
"The food is prepared and ready to be served." I reported.
"The boys are dressed?"
"Last time I checked." I replied. She shot me glare.
"Say that in front of Gabe and it will be the last thing you ever say."
"Yes, stepmother. Sorry, stepmother."
"Well, I guess just go wait in the kitchen. I'll call you when you are needed. " I nodded and walked back into the kitchen.
Ding-dong. I heard he doorbell ring.
"Boys!" Jewell yelled. She poked her head into the kitched.
"No talking. No eye contact. Keep your head down. No exceptions." Jewell opened the door.
~Percy~
I pulled on the tuxedo and fastened the tie. I brushed my hair neatly then stepped into my blue dress shoes. I looked horrible.
"Percy! Let's go!" Gabe yelled. I shuffled down the steps to see him waiting by the door. He wore a black tuxedo with a white undershirt and black tie. He had on black dress pants. What suprised me the most, was his hair. Oh gosh, his hair was greased back. It looked like something you's see in the movie Greece.
"I'm ready, sir." I said, looking at the ground.
"Look at me." Gabe growled. I looked up. The swelling in my cheek had gone down dramacly, but the evidence was still visible.
"Now, you remember what I told you, yes? No, talking. No eye contact. When we get there you are to keep your eyes down, shake Miss. Chase's hand, then go straight to the kitchen until you are called on."
"Yes, sir. I understand, sir." I began to shake.
"Good." Gabe opened the door and walked outside. I followed him. We climbed into his new shiney convertable, him in the drivers seat, me in the back seat, and drove away. The ride was only about ten minutes. When we arrived, I was star struck. It was a mansion. I held my breath as we walked up the marble steps.
"Not a word, brain boy. Straight to the kitchen." I looked down and nodded. Gabe rang the doorbell, and we stepped inside.
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