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I come sprinting back to Dylan with tears streaming down my face. Dylan takes one look at me but before he can ask what is wrong, I drag him towards the train station.

Our train has finally arrived and not a minute too soon. When we reach the train, I realise that we shouldn't have been too excited. It is basically an old cargo truck with a scattering of plastic seats, randomly placed around the carriage. The vehicle was obviously used a train to transport coal, once upon a time. Soot completely covers the ground. I can't see even an inch of the ground.

Annabeth Chase will look like a pile of soot, after I finish with her. Okay, a pile of soot isn't created from that situation, but do you really want to mess with me, at a time like this? You didn't? Great answer. I feel Dylan shiver beside me. I guess my anger was literally radiating off me.

"Come on, tell me what happened," Dylan pleaded.

I just give him a dirty look and he immediately stops talking. We take a seat and sit in silence until the train departs the station. I don't speak until we have pulled into the next station.

"Okay, I am ready to tell you. But, I will only tell you if you leave your questions until the end."

Dylan looks at me earnestly and nods.

"I saw Annabeth throwing herself on my Percy again."

"Again?"

"Yeah, she is like a serial slut. You can't your eyes off her for a minute, without her flirting with one boy or another."

"Really?"

"Yeah, she is like, ten times sluttier than all the Aphrodite girls put together."

"I won't worry about her. From what you have told me about Percy, he would never cheat on you, especially with a girl like that."

Suddenly it dawns on me.

Of course, I knew that Percy wouldn't cheat oon me. But I never thought that I deserved a guy as caring as him until now.

I have had a tough life, what with my mom abandoning me at the first moment she could, leaving me at Camp Half -Blood. My mom was a drug addict.

She was a hooker and worked for sex, but not so I could have at least one meal per week(slight exaggeration, but not by much, I promise. It is actually a pretty good estimate) . She worked to pay for her next fix.

When I was seven, she gave me instructions for me to follow, so I could reach Camp Half-Blood. The directions were written on a condom wrapper. I have lived at Camp ever since. I haven't heard a word from her, since that memorable day.

I always worry, when I think about her. I don't know if she is still alive. I don't know if she has stopped taking the drugs, if she is still alive. Or most importantly, if she is still alive, where is she. When I was with her, she never told me about my dad, Ares. I only found out because the monsters began to torment me.

I had a tough life sure, but that made me tough.

My experiences as a child hardened me.

I have trained myself to never become close to someone, because inevitably they are going to disappoint you.

Of course, that all changed when Percy came along. He changed my perception on life.

Before, I just trained and did little else. When Percy arrived, I began to train less (that it is still a lot by anybody's standards) and be more sociable( wasn't sociable to begin with, so this was easy to improve).

I promised myself, when all the boys in camp started to become attracted to girls, that I would never change who I am just so boys would like me. None of the boys seemed attracted to me, the way I was. I shrugged that off, telling myself, they don't deserve me, anyway. I walked around campus, smirking and bullying people, because I could.

I became bitter. I became miserable. I became the uber-bitch, simply because I could. I wasn't changing myself. I was expressing my feelings. I was showing how pissed off I was. People started to avoid me. I started to avoid them...practically everyone besides my sisters. They knew I was pissed off. They tried to cheer me up. They asked what was wrong. It seems like a reasonable question, doesn't it? Only problem was I didn't know myself what was wrong with me.

I felt like telling myself to get over myself, to get a grip, anything really. I was just so sick of people abandoning me. Well, you live and you learn, you buy a new fern , I suppose.

Percy would never hurt me.

Annabeth, however is a different story. It is like her life's ambition to attempt to hurt me, That is not going to happen.

I hear someone clear their throat beside me. I open my eyes and jump out of the seat. Dylan is looking at me.

"Okay Clarisse, tell me what is going on?"

I am so sorry that I took this long to update, and that this chapter is short. I love to hear your opinions. I hope this chapter answered some of your questions. Thanks. I am taking this chance now to apologise for how shit this chapter is. Yeah, I am also sorry that it is cliché. Please try to resist the urge to flame, no matter how hard it is to resist. Please read and review :)