I'm sorry that it took me so long to update, I have been very busy. I have decided to start dedicating chapters to people. Whoever reviews first to my chapters will be the person that I dedicate my chapters to. This chapter is dedicated to Prince's-Mayflower because she has constantly supported me and encouraged me to update. So, here's the chapter.

Chapter 2

I walked in the front door of my house and slammed the door behind me. I had a headache from school and so much homework that I figured I would be up until 3 am before I would finish it all. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a snack off the counter. Then I said hello to my mother who was sitting in our living room in front of the fireplace with her laptop on her knees. She asked me how my day was and I said that it was okay. My mom and I used to be really close, but then my parents had started fighting. They haven't split up or anything, in fact, they have been better lately. But I still have been spending most of my time in my room because then my mom can't get mad at me for no reason. Whenever she and my dad are fighting, my mom is just lashing out at anyone near her. This is usually me.

Anyway, I walked up the stairs to my room and laid out all my homework onto my desk. Then I went into the bathroom and washed my hands from the stickiness of the oranges that I had eaten. My long blond hair was thrown back into a high ponytail and my cheeks were slightly flushed from the coldness of the air. My eyes are the colour of the clouds before a heavy rainfall and my skin is pale and no matter how hard I try, I can never seem to get it to tan. I was wearing a grey top that almost matched the colour of my eyes and black sweats. I walked out of the bathroom and took a moment to gaze around my bedroom. On one of my walls I have all my horseback riding ribbons and pictures and some of my accomplishments. On the wall across from it, I have all my Harry Potter posters and books. I am completely obsessed with Harry Potter. I have read all the books more than I can count and have watched all the movies multiple times. I hope to go to the Harry Potter Theme Park sometime in the near future. I have a walk-in closet that is so messy I can barely look at it. On the wall across from my door used to enter my bedroom, I have my Egyptian Collection and my window. I find the ancient Egyptians so interesting and have many books about them, especially their gods and goddesses.

I opened my math textbook and started answering all the questions. Once I was done that, I studied for the geography test that was this Friday. I glanced at my clock. It read 6 o'clock. My dad would be home in half an hour. I finished reading all of the notes that we had taken and then I went downstairs to set the table for supper. I had just finished when I heard my father coming in the door. I went over to greet him. He was carrying a beautiful bouquet of flowers. With a start I realized that today was November 13, my parents anniversary. I smiled, mother would love the flowers. My dad put the flowers on the table and went upstairs to put change and my mother came down to finish cooking supper. I pointed out the flowers and told her happy anniversary. She thanked me and then we all ate supper together… well minus my younger sister. Today was Monday and my sister has piano on Monday nights.

I unset the table while my parents went upstairs. I had just finished putting the last plate into the dishwasher when a pair of very angry voices reached my ears.

"…how about a Happy Anniversary? I had to be reminded that it was our anniversary by my 14 year old daughter!" screamed my mom.

"Your 14 year old daughter? And I brought you home flowers! How about a 'Thank you'?" said my dad angrily.

"You want me to thank you for dumping a bouquet of flowers onto the kitchen counter?"

"Yes. And it's not as if you said Happy Anniversary either. I haven't received a card or anything else."

"Ugh! You disgust me!" Then I heard a door slam shut and the house was once again silent.

I raced up to my bedroom blinking back tears. I threw myself onto the comforter on my bed and cried. Why are they being like this? I asked myself. They used to love each other.

"Annabeth, come down for supper NOW!" screeched up my mom from downstairs. Great. Now my mother was in a bad mood. Well, one thing was for sure, I wasn't coming down for supper. Not while my mother was like this, no way. I locked my bedroom door and went back and lay down on my bed. The next thing I knew, I was fast asleep.

I was fighting a giant mosquito. Don't ask me why, it was a dream alright? The mosquito kept trying to pierce me with its giant stinger, but I had this tornado like thing going. Every time it would take a step forward, my tornado would blow it back three steps. But then it took flight so fast that I couldn't react in time. It landed behind me. I spun around and a sword with a silver blade and a white handle appeared in my right hand. There was a white opal set in the handle of the sword that contained continuously circling white and gray sparkled swirls. It kinda looked like a mini whirlpool was set inside the stone.

As the giant mosquitoes' stinger came at me, I swung my sword as hard as I could and managed to clip just the end of the stinger before it was past me. The mosquito crouched and looked as if it was about to spring at me. It leaped and the second before it would have crushed my with its weight, I jumped into the air and landed on its back. It bucked and I flew into the air. If I slammed into the ground from this height, I could easily break something, so I hardened the air into little solid cloud like things that I could use as makeshift stairs. I jumped from the last 'step' and landed in a crouch. I turned around so that I was facing it. It was really starting to bug me. (Oh no, I didn't get the pun. A mosquito bugging me. How funny. Now can I continue?) It lunged out at me with one of its legs and I had to quickly jump back. Then I had an idea. I purposely went right in range of its long legs to make it take another swipe at me. When it did, I jumped over it and at the same time I chopped down with my sword. It worked. Its leg fell with a thud at my feet. While it was unbalanced, I ran forward and plunged my sword into the creature's neck. It was wearing a sort of thing armour, but my weapon passed through it like it was made of foam instead of metal. It vanished in a cloud of gold dust and I woke up.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Sunlight streamed through my blinds that I had forgotten to close last night. Then I looked down at myself and saw that I was still wearing the clothes that I had worn yesterday. I decided to take a quick shower before breakfast. Then I walked downstairs and saw that my dad had already left. My mom was still asleep and my sister was already at the table. My sister's name is Katarina. She has chocolate brown hair and green eyes. She was just finishing a bowl of cereal when I reached the table. My parents simply adored my little sister. It was always Katarina this and Katarina that. It was as if my sister could do no wrong. Anything that happened was always blamed on my. The older and more responsible sibling who should know better. I said good morning and was acknowledged with a nod. When I was finished eating, I went upstairs and got ready for the day. My sister definitely wouldn't miss me and maybe my parents would keep the fighting to a minimum with only my sister here. She remains completely oblivious to our parents' disagreements. I packed my bag making it look like I was getting ready for school, but really I was filling it with extra clothes and chewy bars. Where was I going? You ask. Well, I'm not really sure yet, but anywhere is better than here.

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