Hey, peoples! I'm back with another chapter for The Forgotten Lover! Hope you enjoy!
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Flexablegrl87866 - I'm sorry for the long wait, but here's chapter four! Hope you like it!
Limeslemons7- Here's chapter four! It's a little late, I know, but at least you have it!
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Demigirly- Aw, thanks! Glad to hear that you like It!
ThatAtheniangal5- Thanks! Also, Rachel Is the bad one in this story because someone had to run Annabeth out of town, and, well, since Reyna isn't in this story, I just decided to have it be Rachel. Also, she was only the bad guy for one chapter. She's going to be a super sweet angel from now on. ;)
Thatdemogodgrl7- Annabeth, Rachel, and Percy are all in fifth grade. So, they are all eleven.
Not So Cliché- Thx!
The Edgy HalOUrious Loser- IKR! Thx! Also, true. Rachel Is always the evil person because people always make her evil. Also, she's not going to be evil anymore, so you needn't worry. Also, lolz. I get it. I laughed.
DDaughterofAthena- Thx!
Fluffypercabeth55- Well, I'm sorry. I just didn't know how I was supposed to start the chapter!
I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!
The Forgotten Lover
Chapter Three
Her New Life
~Annabeth's POV~
The next morning, when I woke up, I found myself comfortably snuggled in a plush double bed. The sheets were a pale blue color, while the comforter sported a dark blue hue. All in all, the bed was beautiful, comfortable, and an all around great place to sleep in. After I finished admiring the bed I'd fallen asleep in, a very important question sprang itself into my head, how did I get here? The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in that dark prison… thing.
Suddenly, a bright light pierced the darkness of the room I was in, jolting me out of my thoughts. "Annabeth, are you up?" Came the cold voice of my stepmother, Helen.
"Yes." I responded hesitantly.
"Good. I expect you to be dressed and downstairs in ten minutes. No less." Then, she yanked the door shut, and I jumped a little as it clanged against the door frame.
Reluctantly, I leaped out of the bed and hurried to find an outfit. To my surprise, there was already one layed out for me, and, even more surprising, it was in my size. I hurriedly pulled it on. It was very simple, light blue jeans, and an off-white cotton t-shirt. I then made my way into the bathroom, where I squeezed a dollop of toothpaste onto a toothbrush, and brushed my teeth. When I was done, I hurriedly yanked a brush through my stubborn blond curls, not wanting to anger Helen by being late. When my hair was at least semi presentable, I dashed down the stairs, and arrived at precisely the moment Helen requested. I ate my breakfast hurriedly, devouring the eggs, then the bacon, then the toast, not realizing how hungry I was. When I was finished, I found Helen by the dinner table, and asked her why she needed me downstairs so early. She responded by handing me a sheet of paper.
"I need these all done by 2:00, chop, chop!" She said, then gave me a cruel smile and sashayed away.
I looked at the sheet, hoping that the amount of chores listed wasn't too overwhelming, but, to my horror, the list was written in very small, perfectly eligible print, and was front and back. Front and back! How much stuff does this woman need done? I wondered. Feeling sorry for myself, I got started on number one, which read, "clean your room and make your bed. It must be more spotless than it was the first time you entered." With my head down and my shoulders hunched, I gloomily made my way up the stairs and into my room. This is going to be a long day. I thought to myself miserably.