A day in the life… Chapter 2
Author's Note: Here is Chapter 2 of "A Day in the Life…". Well, not a chapter, just another drabble. You know… Anyway. I apologize for the long delay- life happened, ya know?
Disclaimer: Wow, I'm REALLY offended. You think that not only am I a guy, you think that I'm OLD? Well then.
-3rd Person- Annabeth Chase (Pre-The Lightning Thief):-
A tear leaked out of the corner of Annabeth's eye. She quickly swiped it away- there was no sense in giving her the satisfaction. After all- tears were what she wanted.
Her. A few short, blissful years ago, she had no clue who the her was. It was just Annabeth, and her dad. Back then, he still loved her- he would promise her there was no monsters under the bed, and did his best to shield her from the ones outside. Until he met her.
"Her" was nice at first. She cooed at little Annabeth, and was sweet to her father. It was only few months later that they became engaged- and then, suddenly, they were married, and soon Annabeth got to hold her new baby brother in her arms.
But then strange things started to happen- people turned into terrifying things with claws and big teeth, and more than once did somebody in the family get hurt. When the tiny infant got injured, her refused to go anywhere with Annabeth.
Before long, she put her foot down again- Annabeth wasn't allowed to hold the baby anymore, and, for good measure, she couldn't be in the same room. After all, Annabeth was a hazard- and one that could be easily avoided and removed.
And then, today. She had stood outside the dining room door, listening to her parents talk. Secretly, she had hoped it was about her Christmas present- she REALLY wanted some new Legos- the baby ate most of the others. She was extremely happy when she heard her name- until everything else registered. "I won't stand for it anymore, Fredrick! She's dangerous! Just look what happened today- we were almost KILLED, Fredrick! Killed! Don't you understand? Don't you want OUR children to grow up safe, without that, that freak around? All I'm saying, is send her away. Somewhere far. For good." Annabeth listened, sure Fredrick would defend her, as he drew in a deep breath. "Okay. I- I suppose you're right. It's for the best." A gasp slipped past her stiff lips. Her breaths grew ragged. And then finally, she burst into sobs, and ran to her room. She gathered her things- clothes, her piggy bank, her teddy, and stuffed them into a backpack.
With one last sniffle, Annabeth walked out the door. Never once did she look back.
A/N: That definitely wasn't my best work… I really wasn't that into it, but really wanted to do this- Pre-TLT Annabeth drabble. Review!
Random Fact Time *Applause*: Firehouses have circular stairways because the engines were at a time pulled by horses. The horses were stabled on the ground floor, and figured out how to walk up straight staircases.
~Ale-Mar~ (Melt your Heart)