|Hannah's love, Hannah's Chaos
Author: BreedLoveCross PM
"Hannah, come here, I want you to meet someone!" And that's when the Chaos started to come into my live. I've never fitted in, I'm just too good for them. This is my story, my love, passion, my father.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Family - Poseidon & Percy J. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,724 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 02-28-12 - Published: 01-17-12 - id: 7750429
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Hi, my name's Hannah. I'm thirteen years old, pretty strange as I would say. I only live with my mum and her boyfriend who hates me because of my passion, dreams and imagination. I love horse riding, and the water. I used to have my hair all the way down to my waist, until I got so sick of having to brush it that I cut my hair myself. I don't have a hair dresser, I don't live near one. I live on a farm, don't know where, and don't know why, just my mum's boyfriend's farm. I still get to ride horses, but I don't get the water in my life anymore. My mum says that I've got my father's eyes –Bluer that the actual ocean.
"Hannah, come here, I want you to meet someone!" Well, that's my cue. See you next time!
Hello, I'm Ritchie –Hannah's mum. I'm thirty-eight years old, born in 1974. I've got a boyfriend who I'm going to break up with soon for my daughter, and I'm nothing alike Hannah. I love going out and shopping with friends, making myself beautiful so that I feel good about myself but one thing we do have in common is that we love the water. Oh how I miss there. I have to cut mine, my boyfriend's and Hannah's hair because we live nowhere near . . . Anywhere. We live on a farm –my boyfriend's farm. I hate it here, though; we got kicked out of my house for no reason. I love watching Hannah ride the horses in the morning, afternoon, and when it's time to go to bed.
"Ritchie," My boyfriend said. "Someone's here for you." I walked to the door and saw Sally.
"Hannah, come here, I want you to meet someone!" Well, bye. See you next time.
Hey, I'm Marcus. I'm Ritchie's boyfriend if you must know. I was also born in 1974, and thirty-eight years old. I'm not the kind of boyfriend that takes their girlfriend and daughter's house away to the bank and drags them to a farm that I own. I'm not like that. My father has always hated Ritchie ever since I meet her, dunno why. That's why I can't tell her about what really happened to the house and why we now live on a farm. I love Ritchie . . . Not so much her daughter.
Knock knock. Oh come on! Every time when I'm saying my mind or speaking about myself something always happens. I looked out the window and saw Sally. How the hell did she know I was here? I opened the door, said hi, and called Ritchie.
"Hannah, come here, I want you to meet someone!" Well, that's it for me. Never speaking his mind, Marcus. Later.
A/N Hope you like what I've written so far -Don't worry! It's okay just breathe again, I don't own Pjo just yet I only own Ritchie, Maruc and Hannah.