Annabeth has a twin sister who's completely spoiled and rotten in every possible way you can possibly imagine. But what happens when she rises to fame and gets even more spoiled and rotten as the days go by? And how come she happens to steal away he very thing that Annabeth likes?
Disclaimer: Rick Riordan's Characters, not mine.

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Is there a certain way how to dress when you go on a plane? Like on first class? Do you have to wear something fancy? Something affordably cute? I didn't have a clue, so I boarded the plane in a baggy sweatshirt and jeans, not really thinking that a plane ride would mean that I would have to get all dressed up.

It's not like I expected people to compliment me at all if I dressed up nice. I was with Molly. She always outshines me. I'm wearing a pretty sundress and she has to go out of her way to wear one exactly like mine except it looks ten times better on her. Did I mention that we might as well be going to a simple place like Walmart, where everyone looks like they've been scrapped up at the bottom of a trench, and she just so happens to take five hours to do her freaking hair and pick out an outfit? By god, were just going to get milk.

If I could say anything positive about Molly, it would be... She was nice to me when we were little? I mean, we were best friends and did everything together, but that was such a long time ago. It's not like now when we're bored we play Mario Party on the GameCube anymore. Molly had her parties and rich and fame while I stay up late at night reading or watching TV. Were just so different.

It's Molly that changed though. She started acting when we were twelve. She went to lessons, and even went to drama class at school. All of her teachers said she was a prodigy, saying that her abilities were a blessing. I wasn't jealous or anything, it was that my sister had a hobby, I was proud of her. But that's when her social status shot up and mine fell down. She hung out with the cool kids and even had a boyfriend. At home my mom treated me differently. She told me that Molly would be a star one day, and that I should get out of her way. I've never seen my mom act so aggressive before. I guess that's when her true colors began to show.

I was never the favorite, but now I didn't feel like I was even my mother's daughter anymore. She just pretended like I didn't exist or treated me like I was some maid. My brothers were never treated the same, but I always wondered, why me? Why did I get the end of the bad stick? Did my mom want me to be more like Molly? I always figured that, but my mom never said.

Anyway, after all the amazingly talented acting that Molly had done, it was no surprise that she could sing. She took up singing lessons when we were freshman in High School, and I still didn't think much of her talents. I was pissed that she was taking all of the attention; it was really just the beginning of our sour relationship. She never talked to me and I tried my best to ignore my true feelings about her. There was fighting in our house all the time, but the worst was when I stole her straightening iron. I know, it sounds stupid, but it played off a little like this:

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It was the day we turned sixteen. Molly was having a huge party, and I wasn't a part of it. My mom pretended that it wasn't my birthday, even though Molly and I are freaking twins.

I was sitting on my bed when Molly came into my room, not fully, but only a few steps away from the door. She had that look on her face like she was ready to go hunting or something. I'm guessing that I was the hunted.

"So." Molly said, her lip curled like she smelt something burning. "Mom has a party planned and you're not invited. How do you feel about that?"

Her sweat innocent bitch voice fooled everyone but me. At this moment, I wanted to punch my sister in the face, but that would only cause more trouble.

"It feels like all you care about is getting what you want. If your trying to make me feel like shit Molly, it isn't working."

Molly smirked at me. She knows that she can get under my skin so easily. I wasn't giving up though, Molly wasn't going to win this time.

"I believe it is working Annabeth." Molly cocked her head to the side, puffing her lips in wonder. "Your hairs straight."

Uh oh.

"Very good Molly." I talked to her like she was a five year old, which wasn't from her actual brain capacity. "That'll get you a gold star!"

Molly stomped her foot and walked angrily around the room, stopping at my desk to look in my draws, and even my closet.

"Where is it?" She demanded, her voice shrieking.

"Where's what?"

She gave me a deadly look. "My straightener. Don't play stupid you bitch, I know it's around here somewhere."

Maybe I should've yelled at her or something, but I just couldn't. Molly had every right to be mad at me. I stole her straightener without asking. But I should be able to blow a fuse too. Coming in my room and bitching about how I won't be able to have a party of my own, I wanted to ram this witch.

But I wasn't an impulsive person, for the most part. I wanted to keep a level head in this situation. I could try and reason with Molly, tell her it's not my fault, but she'll never listen.

"I don't have it." I bit my lip, given the fact that her brain is the size of a peanut, Molly isn't totally dumb. She'll figure it out.

"You're not fooling anyone Annabeth." Molly's eyes were turning a dark stormy color. "Just say it."

"Say what?"

"Say that you're jealous. We all know you want to be like me, mom doesn't give a crap about your silly school debate team or you in general. You should really try and be more supportive from time to time."

Me being supportive of Molly? What was she talking about? I always went to her plays at school, clapping and cheering her on. It's become more forced lately since Molly's turned into a demon, but I am supportive of her. I was jealous and I hated her, but I was supportive. It wouldn't be right to suddenly sabotage an innocent school play. I knew where my morals were; I could've easily turned on Molly, but as much as the brat she is, I didn't want to see her fail miserably.

"Okay, I used your straightener. What's the big deal?"

Molly's nostrils flared. "You're jealous and a liar. Two of the seven deadly sins."

I didn't want to make such a big deal out of this. I hurried to get out of my bed and run to my bathroom, only having Molly stop me halfway there. She forcibly put both of her hands on my shoulders and dug her nails into my skin. I cried out and yanked away.

"DON'T MESS WITH ME!" Molly screamed as she charged at me. I managed to sidestep her, gripping my left shoulder in pain.

"YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Molly screamed again.

I'm not sure why I did it, but in panic I ran towards my bathroom. Molly would follow me obviously, but what she didn't know was that her straightener was in there.

And it was, still plugged in and sitting on the counter. I managed to yank the cord out of the outlet and pick it up. It was hot, but I was a big girl, I could handle it.

Molly was right behind, pulling my hair as I tried to close the door. I managed to free myself, hitting the ground in a hard thump, but Molly was standing right over me, with a fierce look in her eyes.

"So." Molly said calmly as she slammed the bathroom door closed. "Are you retarded Annabeth? Are you so fucking stupid that you think you can get away with shit like this?"

I didn't know what to say. I backed up a little more, going farther into the room.

I have to admit, I was fucking terrified. I wasn't a fighter, but Molly was. She walked closer to me, each footstep like a stab in the back for me.

I went on defense mode, still gripping the hot straightener in my hand. Molly was coming closer. She wasn't going to just dig her nails into my shoulder, which was bleeding by the by, she was going to seriously hurt me.

"Molly I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!" I begged, whimpering a little.

"You're pathetic Annabeth." She snarled back. "Please don't hurt me! God dammit, you know what's coming for you."

And at that moment she raised her hand. I don't know if she was going to slap me or punch me or something, but it didn't happen. Molly was too busy screaming to even hit me, and I couldn't figure out why.

But that's when I realized something. The straightener. I had it in my hand the entire time that I forgot it wasn't an actual weapon that I should use against a person. But I did.

Molly stood over with a huge red spot on her thigh, a bloody color that stung my eyes. I stared at it for a long time. Did I do that? Obviously. My mind raced as I quickly stood up. I couldn't get away with this, there was no way. Molly would tell mom, and it would be the end of my not-so-ordinary life.

"Molly! Don't tell mom!"

Molly didn't respond. I felt like such a wimp. I wanted to defend myself, but it would only make things worse for me.

"Oh I will tell Mom." Molly said in low monotone. It was a little scary because she didn't sound like her regular high-pitched self. I was still sitting on the floor, ready for anything that Molly was going to give me.

But she didn't. She gave me a cold look a left the bathroom. She didn't even bother to fight me right here. Why is that? Was she going to tell our mother on us? I assumed she was. If mom wasn't here to defend Molly all the time... Things would be totally different.

The straightener was on the floor, laying there forgotten but never to be ignored. I burned Molly, and I didn't regret it. It's terrible, I know, but what else could I do? Molly was a psycho whose first instinct was to attack, and mine was to defend. I stole her straightener, but she stole my life.

The next few moment I had hell to pay. My mom came in my room, yelled at me for an hour it felt like, and locked me in my room. She told me I was grounded until it felt like the necessary time to unground me, whatever that means. I also couldn't go to Molly's party. The party that I wanted no part of in the first.

I laid on my bed crying that afternoon. Every once in a while I'd put my face in my pillow and drown out my tears. I couldn't believe this. All this because of some stupid straightener. No wait, it's not because of that, it's because of the person Molly's starting to become. She's different, and I absolutely loath it. I could get out all my anger by punching my pillow or venting to my friends at school, but it wouldn't work. I'd still be in lain to see what my sister's become. I definitely don't deserve any of this.

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Molly's screaming startled me. My head jerked back as I saw her clinging onto her chair.

"Why are you screaming?" I demanded

Molly blinked a million times. Her hands were shaking. "Sp-Spider!"

"Spider?" I respond. "How the hell did a spider get on a plane thousands of feet in the air?"

Molly was breathing heavily now. "I-I don't know! K-K-Kill it!"

I sighed and unbuckled my seat belt. Of course Molly would be terrified of a little spider. She was such a drama queen.

"Where is it?" I asked, walking up and down the aisle in search for a little black... Spot?

"I don't know!" Molly snapped. "I saw it-it... crawled u-up my seat!"

I looked at her seat. I didn't see a spider. If Molly was playing a trick on me right now, I wasn't going to have it.

"I don't see a spider."

Molly's gray eyes widened with fear. "It's-it's on your head Annabeth!"

I didn't take that too sweetly. Did I say before that I wasn't terrified of spider? Yeah, I was lying.

I responded with Molly's comment by screaming out in fear and whacking my head. I stomped around a bit-actually a lot, and kept on saying, "Get it of me! Get if off me!"

Molly, meanwhile, was having a blast with my little episode.

"There is no spider you dork!" She laughed. "God Annabeth, you're so gullible."

I knew my blonde hair was probably in a reck, and if this wasn't a private plane that we were on, I would've been a lot more embarrassed.

"Clever Molly." I breathed heavily and sat back down in my seat. "You got me there."

"Well you make it so easy."

Molly's statement hurt. Was I really such an easy target to trick? It shouldn't be like that. I'm a straight-A student, I don't get tricked by bimbos like Molly.

Molly poked her head up from where she was sitting. "Are you going to cry Annabeth?"

I gave her a sharp look. "No, I'm not. I'm just a little pissed that you think that's so funny, because it's not."

Molly rolled her eyes. "Come on Annabeth, have a sense of humor. You're such a stick in the mud."

"No I'm not! You get enjoyment out of my misery. I can't just laugh at myself."

Molly flicked her hair back. "You should laugh at yourself from time to time. That's why boys never want to date you."

I crossed my arms, a little annoyed at her accusation. "And what if I'm lesbian?"

"You're not." Molly gave me a little smile. "Maybe your bi, but you're definitely attracted to guys. But the thing is... They're not attracted back to you."

I felt my checks burn. Molly doesn't know anything. I know guys who are attracted to me. Well... Back in the third grade. But that still counts!

"Whatever Molly. Screw you."

Molly gave me a confused look, like she couldn't understand why my comment was so utterly hurtful.

"I don't get it Annabeth. Don't you want a nice sister-to-sister talk?"

"No. I do not." I crossed my legs. "Look, just leave me alone. I'd like to get a nice nap in before we arrive in L.A."

Molly looked at her phone. "Have a nice ten minute nap "oh so not talented one."

I closed my eyes and leaned back in my seat. "You know, each time you insult me, it's just another stab to my ego."

"What ego?" I heard the confusion in Molly's voice. "You're beneath me Annabeth. Have a nice nap."

I didn't say anything, I just leaned my head farther back and concentrated on sleeping. If I was really beneath Molly, she probably would've told me to my face a long time ago. But sometimes I wonder about that. Was it so she can feel better about herself? Possibly. I can't really pinpoint anything on Molly though. All I really know is that she turned into the world's greatest evil bitch. Not as worse as my mother of course.

I snuggled a little more into my seat. At a time like this I truly hope that my wish would come true.

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Molly poking me on the head woke me up from my slumber.

"Wake up loser, were here."

And the ending of chapter one. I'm sorry I suck at writing in general, but I hoped to get a lot more dialogue in between Annabeth and Molly. Percy's coming in soon, obviously. The chapter after the next I hope. I didn't put that story in italics because I don't really like them so... Eh. Anyways, hope you guys liked it. Please review:)