This chapter has a funny background. While I was planning all the oneshots out, I was stuck on this one. I wanted to use Leo, but then realized I didn't have Annabeth starring in any chapters yet. So that's basically how this was made.
Disclaimer: I do not own HoO
Starring Annabeth Chase
Guest Star of Mrs. Chase
Annabeth was hungry. She lay curled up on her bed, holding her stomach and moaning in her head. Her stepmother had invited over some friends to chat while her father was out, and Annabeth was too intimidated to go downstairs and grab something to eat.
But finally hunger got the best of her and she walked down the staircase, being as slow and as quiet as she could to not bring any attention to herself. She slipped into the kitchen, passing by the living room quickly.
"And gas prices keep rising, so now I have to work overtime at the café to get to the café…"
Annabeth didn't care about gas prices; she cared about food. She rummaged the kitchen, looking for something to eat. But tomorrow was grocery day, so there was hardly anything edile left.
Except…
Except that juicy, homemade, delicious looking blueberry pie sitting on the kitchen counter ever so innocently. Annabeth refrained from licking her lips very so cliché-like and went over to it, slipping off the wrapper. She grabbed a plate and a kitchen knife and cut out a nice large slice for her. Then she ate it.
There was something wrong with the pie, but Annabeth couldn't place what it was. Maybe one of her step-mom's friends had brought it, and they baked their pies with different ingredients. That was probably it. Anyway, Annabeth was too hungry to care. She kept eating.
The moms were talking about organic food prices when Annabeth threw up.
Mrs. Chase raced into the kitchen to see her stepdaughter knelt on the floor, a broken plate of blueberry pie shattered beside her.
"Oh, God," muttered one of her friends, arriving behind her. "I must have brought the wrong pie. You know, the bad one I had mentioned earlier."
Would've been nice if you mentioned it to ME, Annabeth thought.
Mrs. Chase helped her to her feet. "How many spoonfuls did you eat?" she asked cautiously. And since Annabeth was feeling too icky and gross to speak she held up five fingers.
"Oh, dear," she muttered. "Do you really feel sick?" she asked seriously. "Do you want to go to the doctor's?"
Annabeth shook her head. "Fine…" she muttered before throwing up again, all over her stepmother's shoes.
They had her keep doing this until she felt better. Then she was fed water to get rid of the putrid taste of stomach from her mouth, and sent to bed for the rest of the day.
And she was still hungry.
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"Kids," one of Mrs. Chase's friends said as they returned to the living room once the crisis was averted.
"Tell me about it," replied Mrs. Chase, thinking about Annabeth's real mother.
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