April 7th, 2000
Dear diary,
Guess what? I finally ran away from home. I know, not too surprising, but I'm proud that I actually made this decision. Freedom at last! I never thought I'd get the courage to do this, but I'm sick of Helen and the twins. I wish I were normal, so that dad would love me like the gift he used to tell me I was.
The streets of Richmond aren't too bad, but it's really hard answering the strangers that question why I'm out here alone. It's warm out, and I'm currently hiding in this alley, but I still need to find a permanent spot to settle in. I only have around a week of food and water, but we'll figure that out later.
I'm not sure how long I'll last out here, with the monsters chasing after me and all. I do have a hammer though, so wish me luck!
–Annabeth Chase
"I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in." –Virginia Woolf