My first story: ITS BAD I KNOW IM SORRY. LOL ANYWAY. All characters are OOC, so TOO BAD. LOVE YOU GUYS AND READ AND REVIEW AND THANKS

"UGH!" I groaned as my alarm went off. Reaching over my lamp, I slammed the clock, so hard I was afraid it was going to break.

"Annabeth! GET UP," I heard Matt scream. Matt is my father, but I would not and will not ever call him that. Not anymore.

I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I frowned at my appearance, only for it to frown at me back.

"Stop copying me!" I said, only to see the reflection say it back. I face-palmed and sighed, letting out an exhausted and loopy laugh. Man, I needed more sleep.

Dragging my feet onto the wooden floors beneath me, I tore my oversized sweater off its hanger, and grabbed a pair of black tights, struggling to get them on.
Curse you dumb-ass tights.

I descended down the stairs quickly, one foot in front of the other, making sure I wasn't missing any steps.

Matt was waiting for me at the bottom, arms crossed over his buff chest. His eyes narrowed at me, and I stared back blankly.

"What?" I snapped at him.

"I thought I told you to clean the dishes yesterday, didn't I?"

I peeked over his shoulders and cringed as I saw the huge stack of plates. I completely forgot about them.

"I was busy getting ready for school yesterday..." I stammered. I didn't even get to finish before I felt Matt strike me across the face, leaving a dark bruise. I felt the tears, threatening to fall, but I grinded down on my teeth. No way in Hell would let him have the pleasure of seeing me hurt.

"Awww. Poor Annabeth. Little girl's about to cry 'cause she can't take a hit." Matt cooed.

I got up-realizing that he had slapped me so hard that I fell-along with the dignity I still had, and ran out the door. I didn't know where, but anywhere was better than this prison I'm living in.

I ran until my feet ached, filling my lungs with oxygen. My mind raced around me. The street felt like it was a giant treadmill, under my feet-like it was the one move instead of me.

When my mother died in a fire about 8 years ago, nothing was the same anymore. My dad has...let's just say that he has done somethings that he's not proud of-more times than I can count. I just can't believe my mother is gone. Sometimes I feel like she's going to walk through the door again and tell me everything's all right. That this is just a nightmare, and it's all a dream.

Well, this is no dream, and I am not asleep. I just have to grasp on to the fact that she is really gone. Wake up and realize that this world isn't some beautiful fantasy.

Now only if I could make myself believe it.

I took the long way to school, not caring if I was nearly two-and-a-half hours late. I stared at the tall, brick building in front of me, with the blinding fog wrapping around the building like a boa constrictor. I stopped, and stared at the entrance. Where was the feeling of safety? The official feeling you should feel when you enter a school?

Stopping by the bathroom, I applied some make up over the place where Matt slapped me. I flinched as a dabbed it slightly. But the slap didn't hurt physically...at least, not anymore.

Too soon, I walked into the office, and a large lady waddled into the room. "Yes." her scratchy, annoyed voice asked, as if she didn't want to be here. People like her made my skin crawl. I mean, why work at a place where you have to suffer everyday? It's not like we enjoy your company. No one's telling you to stay.

But that didn't come out of my mouth.

"Um..." I began, "I'm new. I just tried out last year."

"Oh yes! Annabeth Chase. We've heard a lot about you here at Stanford Prep."

She gave me a crusty smile.

Ew.

"Thank you..." I responded sheepishly, playing with my thumbs.

"You arrived a little late," she said, glancing at her watch.

I bit my lip to hide my smile and fought the huge urge to burst out laughing.

"You will be in 4th period with Mrs. Young," She explained.

"Okay, thanks," I said, grabbing the schedule she gave me and quickly got out of the room. I swear if someone pushed her off a cliff, she wouldn't stop rolling.

I kept my head down arriving to the classroom, avoiding the murdering looks that the kids shot my way. I sneaked a look up once, only to find a pair of hypnotizing dark green eyes locked on mine. They were startling, the finest shade of green I've ever seen.

"Ms. Chase!" I heard the teacher exclaim, waving her hand in front of my face.

"I'm sorry." I said shaking my head.

"Oh it's okay. First day and all. I'm Mrs. Young. Have a seat in the back. And if you have any questions to ask me feel free to ask!" offered kindly.

"I doubt it."I mumbled furiously, and quickly walking to my desk, tripping over my own two feet, earning a couple of chuckles from my new classmates. Great.

I sat down and looked at the girl next to me. She had short and spiky black hair, with electric blue eyes. She seemed like the person that could be a great friend, but if you get on her nerves, she'll push you off the planet of the Earth.

I liked her.

I smiled to myself as I glanced at the boy sitting on my right side. He had a flawless crooked smile on his face, his dark hair covering his forehead. He was staring at me, intensely and I looked away, blushing crimson red.

Time passed, but I couldn't focus on what the teacher was saying. Her lips were moving but no words were coming out. I could feel his eyes on me, boring into my back.

Finally, the bell rang and I sighed in relief. To my surprise, the boy picked up all my books and handed them to me. "I'm Percy...you are?"

"Annabeth." I responded immediately.

"Well, Annabeth... I'd like to show you around the school sometime, and maybe afterwards we could go back to my place or something?" Percy asked in a smooth, deep voice with a smirk on his face.

My mouth opened and closed and opened again, not being able to get a word out. I liked how he said my name, how it fit in his mouth. I liked it. Too much.

"Wow." The girl sitting next to me said flatly. "Her first day here, and you're already setting up your next rape victim. Isn't this the 5th one? Or the 6th? I get confused."

By the tone of her voice I knew she was joking. But a part of me was afraid she meant it.

Percy shot her a look, more beautiful than anything I have ever seen, but turned around and left.

She turned around. Gave me an apologetic smile."I'm Thalia...sorry about that..."

Thalia paused, finger tapping on her chin playfully to find the right word. "Thing." She shuddered, and I laughed out loud, amused at her remark.

"Annabeth." I replied to her light, cheerful tone.

"Well, you've just met THE bad-ass of Sanford Prep! You must have made an impression on him. It's been a while since he's flirted with a girl like THAT."

Thalia turned the corner sharply and I followed her quickly. I don't understand. Back in San Francisco no one noticed me.

I put a grin on my face, glad I made at least one friend since I came to Stanford, but it vanished as soon as realization sank in. He was like a sick game master-playing me, and obviously, other girls, like some sort of doll. That's sick. And cruel. And absolutely repulsive. I was horrified that I thought of him to be even just a little attractive.

Thalia asked me to sit with her friends, but I declined, telling her that I wasn't very hungry and preferred to sit alone. At least, for today.

I heard someone sit down in front of me anyway.

"Hey Annabeth," a deep voice said my name.

My neck snapped up and I glared at the person in front of me. I had to to admit; I wasn't prepared for what was in front of me, and took me a while to respond. He could tell he had an effect over me, and I did not like it.

"What do you want, Percy?" I asked agitated, but felt excited, have using his name.

The gleam in his eyes got so bright it was blinding.

"Oh you know..." He said casually, tracing the soda cap he had with his finger.

I rolled my eyes and said, "That's what I thought."

I stood up to go but he blocked the way.

"Please?" He asked, looking down at me, unleashing the full force of his green eyes.

I leaned in close and my voice turned into a whisper.

"I am not a toy, and I will not be used. You can go kiss my ass."

I pushed him aside and started walking when I swear I heard him whisper, "I wouldn't mind kissing that ass."

OOOOO PERCY WANNA GET SOME! LOLOL JK GUYS but I re-did this chapter; oh God that was horrifying to read. I CAN' THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR THE SUPPORT FOR THIS STORY AND I WILL UPDATE SOON I PROMISE AND I'LL FIX UP THE OTHER CHAPTERS TOO ASAP AND YEAH I'M RAMBLING BAI. PLEASE REVIEW, AND DONT STOP HERE. READ MY LATER CHAPTERS AND REVIEW. THOSE ARE THE ONES YOU WILL REALLY ENJOY READING. Sorry to be a bother.