"Annabeth! Annabeth!" my little step-brothers screamed, banging on my bedroom door while I was just lying in my bed.

"Mom says to come down for dinner!" Matthew exclaimed.

"You better hurry or she'll get mad!" Bobby added.

"I know! I know!" I yelled back, slamming my pillow against the door and sitting up.

The last thing I heard from those two were their giggles. They were great, weren't they? My step-brothers I mean. I guess all little brothers are like that, right?

I got up and quietly opened and closed my bedroom door, trying to not make a noise. I already heard the sound of silver utensils -which my step-mom just had to spend about a hundred dollars on- hitting plates. I let go of the bretah I've been holding. They were starting dinner without me again. Classic.

As soon as I got downstairs, my step-mom glared at me. "Young lady, you know I don't like you to wear those clothes infront of your brothers! What are you trying to teach them?"

I ignored her and sat down in my chair. I looked at my dad who was just quietly eating. After a 15 minutes of silence, my dad cleared his throat.

"Annabeth, there's something I'd like to ask you about." he said. I didn't say anything back.

My dad's eyes flickered to my step-mom then back to me. "What would you say...to transfering to a private school? It would be back in San Francisco."

"No way." I replied, hoping the conversation would end.

"It wasn't a question. Your father and I have decided that it would best if you went to a private school. Its a very promising school." my step-mom said.

"But that's not fair! Shouldn't I get an opinion?" I cried. I heard my two little brothers snickering.

"It will teach you proper behaviour and manners!" my step-mom exclaimed back. Proper behaviour and manners? What was this? England?

"Annabeth, you know its only right." my dad said, weakly. Yeah, how many times have I heard that before?

"Right? Your making me leave everything behind again!" I yelled, standing up and slamming my hands against the table.

My step-mom did the same. "Don't argue with us! Your still a child! You don't know how to make the right decisions yet! Fredrick, tell her!"

"Your mom's right, Annabeth." was all my dad said.

"She's not my mom! She's only the tramp that you decided to marry!" I shrieked. I pushed my chair against the wall and stomped away. I ran upstairs and slammed my door shut.

I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Great. I might've been crying over anger, sadness, shock or I felt guilty. But I didn't know what I was feeling. Was I really going to move back to San Francisco? It wasn't a bad place...but I would be leaving behind Thalia, Nico and everyone else! And I had just reunited with Percy!

I plopped myself onto my bed and shut my eyes. I didn't feel like moving around and leaving people I care about again. I used to live in Manhattan, but my dad and I moved to San Francisco after my parents got divorced. I wanted to run away from home to live with my mom in Manhattan. But then I received an email from her saying that she moved to Athens, Greece. Then my dad and I, plus his new wife and her two sons all moved to Manhattan.

What a life I have.


Hello again online readers. So I still have "writer's block". Is it annoying!

I decided to write about Annabeth's life at home and throw in this problem. Moving to San Francisco and leaving Percy behind? How will Annabeth survive? Oh no! (Sarcasitc voice)

Tomorrow don't think I'll be able to upload a chapter. So once again, I -the one whose only thing to do after school is write stories and post them on Fanfic- will try to write 2 chapters today. If I can fight the "writer's block".

Thanks again and review? :)

BTW - I seriously don't understand what it means to be punk or goth. Please just give me a break! I'm trying my best! T~T