Hello! Thanks for reading, I understand the summary of the story doesn't explain what exactly the story is about. Imagine a normal highschool with struggling teenagers, that's what this story is about. Enjoy!

Chapter one:

Annabeth Chase

"There is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn't."

- John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

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Teenagers will watch television shows that glamorize drug use and eating disorders to keep their audiences on their toes. I assure you, my life is nothing like a television show.

I grew up thinking I was flawless. I was a gifted child, arguably a prodigy. I never failed a test or had a grade lower than an A. I excelled in a variety of sports and was a natural pianist, but that wasn't enough for my mother. She had to ensure that I was not only flawless, but also impressive.

She shattered not only my mental health, but also all of my ambitions and passions. All parents force their children into doing things they don't want to do, but most of the time they have good intentions; my mother did not.

My mother is a wealthy woman who runs her own architecture firm. She is more devoted with her public image than with her actual family. My mother was uninterested about the tears that welled up in my eyes when I was upset, or the loud sobbing that escaped my lips before bedtime. She only cared for my grades and intelligence.

When I was eight years old, my father cheated on my mother, multiple times, and three months later, they divorced. He fucked a lot of women, and one of them became my stepmother and the mother of my stepbrothers.

I was furious and bewildered as to why my father had done such a thing to my mother. Why would he want to destroy our family? Now that I'm older, I understand why he did what he did. I don't forgive him, I never will, but I understand. He wasn't happy.

My parents separated custody when I was nine years old, regardless of the fact that it was clear that my mother didn't care about my well-being and that my father was more concerned with his new family. I would spend the weekdays with my mother and the weekends with my father.

Helen, my stepmother, gave birth to two twins, Bobby and Matthew, when I was eleven years old. I was beyond envious and miserable, and despite the fact that I should have been grateful for having siblings, I felt replaced and neglected instead.

My mother relocated to Hawaii when I was twelve years old to start a new corporate branch, giving my father complete custody. I'd never felt so alone in my life. As I was hauled away, I was forced to leave behind all of my friends and childhood.

I was diagnosed with ADHD when I was thirteen, which surprised not only me but also my father. I was immediately put on medication, Adderal specifically.

The drug started to make me feel much worse. I never slept since I was too preoccupied with my next big project or homework to do so. My appetite was gone; the drug had taken away my desire to eat.

My ADHD was significantly improved as a result of the medication. I was less fidgety in class and could concentrate better, which was all that mattered to my father and professors. I'm sure if my mother bothered to look into it, she'd come to the same conclusion.

When I was fifteen, I understood I had the body of a girl's dreams. My hair was a beautiful, natural blonde with lovely, unheated curls. My stomach had shrunk to the point where I was filing out in other places. My boobs were unusually large for my age, and given my eating habits, I was shocked as well.

Nobody noticed the clumps of hair falling out or the gurgling in my stomach. My muscles weakened, and I was plagued by bags under my eyes. I was well-liked and admired by both students and teachers, and I was perfect in their eyes.

It wasn't until junior year that someone took notice of me. I had not expected him to appear in my life. He undoubtedly saved my life and restored my faith in humanity.

Percy Jackson.

October 10th, 2021. (no covid doesn't exist.)

Piper said as she ducked behind Annabeth's thick blue binder, "Watch out. Drew and her posey are approaching. Drew is still furious about you and Luke hooking up, according to Silena."

Annabeth only rolled her eyes and didn't try to hide like Piper. Drew Tanka, as much as she dislikes saying it, is the definition of a whore. Annabeth despises calling others terrible names like whore or slut, yet it's frequently necessary.

"Is she still upset about it?" This is ludicrous, she snorted in reaction. "Why does she stress so much about Luke and my relationship when she fucks a new guy every week?"

Piper couldn't stop herself from laughing. "You're not entirely wrong. I believe she enjoyed Luke's attention to her before he moved on to you," Piper responded. She looked down at the ground swiftly, as if she were embarrassed or awkward. "Do you think Luke actually cares about you? He's fucked and fucked over more girls than I can keep track of."

Let's be honest: Luke is a fuckboy. He only cares about two things: banging girls and football. Piper didn't want Annabeth to be hurt, particularly by him.

In middle school, Annabeth saw Luke as a god. She thought he was hot, and she didn't give a damn about his personality. He was hot, and she thought she was in love. He only began to show interest in her last year, which was a red flag in everybody's eyes, except Annabeths.

Annabeth snatched the binder from Pipers arms and put it into her locker. She shrugged and sighed deeply. Does Luke care about her?

She slams her locker and gives Piper a steely face saying, "I'm not sure whether he cares about me. I'm hoping he does, since I'm sexually attracted to him, but I'm not sure he'd make a decent boyfriend."

"No way. horrible boyfriend material, bad boyfriend material, terrible boyfriendmaterial." Piper illustrates her point with a series of hand gestures. "Do you remember what happened with him and Silena?" She took a breath and stopped. "And Reyna."

"Annabeth," says a voice from behind them. Before turning back, they gave each other a knowing glance. It was, without a doubt, Drew. With an unsettling, naive smile, she looked Annabeth in the eyes.

Annabeth decided to say, "Drew, what's up." She didn't want to say something too snarky in fear of starting another fight with the girl. They'd already been taken to the principal's office for fighting this year, and Annabeth couldn't put her father through that again.

"Are you and Luke dating?" She asked with not only jealously but annoyance clear in her tone. Annabeth wondered why she cares so much. Is she that insecure?

Piper laughed loudly. Both girls gave her a cold stare, so she rolled her eyes and smiled at Annabeth before swiftly walking away.

Annabeth frowned and shrugged as she returned her focus to Drew. "No, we only hooked up once last weekend at the party. Why?"

"I was just curious, I mean, during English, he was flirting with Karla, so I wasn't sure?" She replied before slapping Annabeth on the shoulder with a friendly slap. She walked away, whipping her hair behind her. The air tasted like cheap perfume, and Annabeth couldn't help but gag softly.

Annabeth abandoned her position in front of her locker and began walking down the corridor since the bell was going to ring in a few minutes.

Drew's attempt to get under her skin concerning Luke was obvious, but she couldn't help but wonder if it was true. She is aware that they are not dating. But there was something about the way his hands wouldn't leave her body that night. She knows she didn't dream about that. When she got too drunk, he seemed to care about her and made sure she got home safely. Isn't that what good men do?

She scanned the room for Luke as she entered her first period class. He was chatting with one of his friends in the back of the room. Ethan, she thinks his name is.

She sat in her usual seat, but as soon as she took out her folder, she felt a tap on the shoulder. Luke was poking her with a funny smirk on his face when she turned around.

His grin seems contagious. She grinned broadly and blushed, leading him to smile even wider. "Sit with us," he invited. He grinned and rubbed the back of his head as he said, "Quinn dropped out of this class, apparently it was too hard for him or something."

"I'm not surprised; no offense to him or anything, but this is a tough class, especially with Miss. Dodds as our teacher," Annabeth agreed as she stood up and gathered her belongings. She followed Luke to the back and sat next to him in the open seat.

Ethan scanned her as if she were a piece of meat, and she didn't like that. She despised the shudder that ran down her spine.

Miss.Dodds walked into the room just as the bell rang. With a displeased face, she quietly surveyed the room. Someone doesn't appear to be thrilled to be here.

"Welcome to class; we'll be working hard today. If I notice anyone talking, I will send you to the office immediately for being a distraction and interrupting the class."

Luke snickered and raised his hand, earning a glare from the teacher. "What?" She asked in an impatient tone.

"What if we talk quietly?"

"Be quiet."

I didn't realize it at the moment, but everything was about to change after first period.

Let's be clear: I obviously have daddy issues, which makes my taste in men questionable. I've never known or felt the love that exists between a father and a daughter.

I shouldn't have gone for Luke in the first place. Sure, he was intriguing and hot. But the tears and agony weren't worth it for what he was about to commit. I'm glad Percy was there; I'm not sure what would have happened if he hadn't been.