Annabeth POV

I couldn't help it: I ran. When I looked down, I was running in place and the lady across the street was giving me a funny look. I stopped when her house started getting farther and I ended up knocking a door down and landing on my dad's living room floor. The dining room, right next door where there wasn't really a wall, more like a door way, happened to be filled with four people: my step mom, my dad, and my two half brothers. Oh crap.

My stepmoms jaw tightened and her hands went into fists. My dad didn't seem too thrilled either. Matthew shoved his chair back and stomped upstairs. Wait, I thought he was 10! He looks… fifteen. Huh? WHAT HAPPENED? Bobby looked at me and rolled his eyes.

"Merry Christmas, Annabeth," he growled as I jumped up. My face was bright red. I started to back towards the door, but instead I walked towards my step mom. Her face went red with anger. I stopped and this time, I ran towards the door. But I seemed to run in place AGAIN! I cussed myself out in my head.

"I told you not to come back," my dad growled. His hands were in fists, his eyes were full of anger, and I felt my eyes fill with tears.

"Aw, little girl's going to cry," Bobby teased.

"I didn't mean to come here," I said.

"But you only broke the door down and landed in the living room floor!" my step witch shrieked.

I turned to look at the door. It was shattered into a million pieces.

"Was that Oak?" I asked sarcastically.

"Get out," my dad growled.

"I'm trying," I said.

I even showed him. I tried to walk, but I still walked in place. He gave me a weird look. When I was little, he taught me how to walk in place. Very easy to fake. He got up and walked over to the Christmas tree and pulled out a present. He handed it to me.

"There," he said.

I stood there and held it for a second before he told me to open it. Inside was a necklace: Percy's camp necklace. I held it in my hand and bit my lip. Then my dad kicked me out.

He closed part of the door that was still standing. Of course, it started raining. Hard. I started running to the nearest dry place: Wal-Mart. When I walked inside, I asked a lady at the counter what year it was like in the movies. She said it was 2016. That means I'm 21… WHAT?

I reached in my pockets to find them empty. Crap, I have no cash whatsoever. So I walked around to the towel section. Of course, no one was there. I grabbed a towel and started rubbing my hair. An employee walked by and yelled at me. When I ran, he chased me. I ran around the store, jumping over boxes and sliding by mad customers. When I ran outside, he threw the towel at me.

I sat down outside of the place until a familiar face walked up next to me. It was Grover. He was in a ragged plaid shirt, ripped up jeans, and house shoes, and of course, his crutches. He sat next to me and began to cry in his hands.

"Grover?" I asked.

He looked at me and jumped. I guess I really did look bad. His hands shook as he looked at me.

"Annabeth?" he asked. "Wh-wh-what're y-y-you d-d-doing here?"

"Sitting," I said. The Grover I knew would've laughed. This one looked at me scared.

"You killed Percy," he whispered.

I jumped up, fists clenched. "I did NOT!"

He jumped so bad, he fell out of his seat. I tried to give him a towel, but he crawled away from me. He started crying.

"Grover, I'm sorry," I said. I put my hand out for him to take, but he crawled faster away. Did I really look THAT bad?

Grover grabbed his crutches and ran. Leaving me all alone.