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The World Turned Upside Down.

Introduction

Trapped. That's how I would describe myself. Trapped in a living hell.

At home (if you can call it that) I'm a slave to my wicked step-mother and two brothers. My dad has lost all interest in me, I can't even remember the last time he was in the house, he spends his life working for Helen, and my social life… well is non-existent.

I focus all my energies on studies just, so I can leave this town to run away and start a new life at my dream college of Stanford.

I'm a senior at Goode High School in New York, one of the smartest there, which is not something I like to talk about, as it makes me an easy target for bullies and is why I like to hide in the shadows of the halls. I spend all my free time in the library, avoiding any social interactions due to my crippling social anxiety.

I'm alone most of my time with no one to talk to, which is the way I like it. My past means I hate attention and avoid at all costs getting close to people as it always ends in heartache. I can focus on leaving, and not even my wicked step mum can stop me from achieving my dreams of being an architect.

For now I'm trapped within my miserable life with my past still haunting me. The scars are still there and the demons still plague me. I have no self confidence or self worth, the only thing I'm good at is studies. I lead a depressed life, with only the thoughts of getting out of here keeping me going.

Little did I know what my world would turn upside down. I would have to face my past and confront my demons, and it all started when I met Percy Jackson.

Annabeth POV

'RINGGG'.

I let out an audible groan as I rolled over to silence my alarm that was signalling the first day of school – the dreaded day had finally arrived and my last year in Goode High School has arrived.

I headed to the bathroom to get changed and ready for the day ahead, before my step brothers (twins, Matthew and Bobby) would demand that it was their time to get ready. I took a shower and changed into black skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt tucked in. I don't own much clothing as most of the money I get goes towards the college fund I set up.

After checking myself one last time in the mirror to ensure I look presentable, I exited my small bedroom before making my way downstairs.

I plastered a smile on my face as I reached the kitchen and greeted Helen. She grimaced and turned away, engaging in a conversation with the twins.

I grabbed a banana and a granola bar, not wanting hang around too long, and headed for the door.

"Stop right there Anniebell", exclaimed Helen.

I let out an inaudible sigh before I turned to her with a sickly-sweet smile, "Yes Ma'am?"

"Wipe that smirk off your face! The cheek on you! Next time you will let the boys use the bathroom first before you decide to take it all for yourself. "

Helen walked up to me and pointed her perfectly manicured claw in my face, "You are lucky you even have a bathroom to share with them and now it will be your fault if they're late to school: you can clean that whole damn thing tonight, as well as the rest of the house, your chores list is on the fridge".

I would protest and say I had school work, but I knew it would get me nowhere. Most days I am completing an endless number of chores, just so Helen will add my dad's money into my college fund. Then I must complete my school studies with rarely eating a decent meal as I am always served the smallest portions, making my very thin. Yet, she gives me enough to ensure that the outside world does not question my eating habits.

But I knew it would be all over within a year, it had to be. I can't cope for my longer.

I tossed my bag on to my back and set off for the journey to school. The walk was only 20 minutes long, so I didn't mind it as it gave my time to think before I got to school.

Just as I was about to turn a corner, a red Aston Martin flew past me. The popular's. They were a group of riches who led a privileged life and ruled over our very cliché school. I tried to avoid them as much as possible but it's hard when they are in most of my classes.

I arrived at Goode High, sooner than I would have liked to. I had already accepted the fact this year would be no different, I would make no friends and I didn't really care to as everyone important to me has betrayed me. You see I find it hard to trust people, as that trust soon turns into hurt and scars (physically and mentally). Everyone in life leaves: my dad, mum, Luke, Thalia. The closer I get to someone, the more I seem to drive them away. I live my life in a constant state of fear, I'm polite to people and I get by, but I don't try to make friends as they will leave. They always leave.

Plus my social anxiety doesn't make it any easier. I would rather live my life on the side lines than be bullied for being too smart or not being pretty enough.

As I entered school with my books in hand, I made bee line for my locker, not wanting to be the centre of attention. As soon as I step into the hallway its obvious that everyone is stereotypical clicks: the popular's, the jocks etc...

I picked up my pace and kept my eyes trained on the floor as I walked until 'SMACK'! I not so gracefully landed on the floor with a thud as my books flew everywhere.

I sighed, 'Great way to start senior year Annabeth'.

Long-time no see! I have been so busy with A-levels and I lost interest in writing this and I realised it was because I didn't like it. So now I'm back with the existing chapters being re-wrote. The story is kind of the same but with a different background and a bit more meaning to it.

I apologise if it takes time for me to get it the way I want it but I just want it to be the best it will be, so you guys can enjoy it but don't hesitate to leave your honest thoughts.

Thank you for taking the time to read it if you did and I love forward to see you in the next chapter and I promise to update Ch. 2 soon!

C.H x