My Seaweed Brain (Percabeth AU) (FIRST FANFIC)

Chapter 1

Annabeth POV:

As if my day couldn't get any worse.

I had already gotten shoved onto my locker, got a juice box shower, and lost my notes for the test today. You'd think that's when Life would stop bullying me, but nope. It's been worse. I do believe that I, Annabeth Chase, has the worst luck seen to man. My arms were covered in bruises, and my curly blonde hair was still damp. I can't get worse then this, right? Nope. Surely not. Anyways, I was sitting in my last class of the day, waiting for the bell to ring, so I could leave this hell hole, the hell hole being Goode High School.

5 minutes.

I'm not one that hates school, believe me I love learning, but ever since we moved, Life has stopped holding back on me. It humbled me, it humbled me deeply. I was living a perfect life with perfect friends and perfect grades, then POOF. Gone. Now I live in New York, I'm being bullied in school, my step-mom is being abusive, and my grades have dropped to C's. I want my old life back.

3 minutes.

I thought about my life like this a lot, and I was so deep into my thoughts that I didn't even hear my teacher, Mrs. Dodds, call my name. "Well, well, well, Annabeth, welcome back to reality. Now, since you have been paying very close attention, could you please come up to the board and answer this problem?" She glared at me, cutting into my soul. I had no idea what was going on, so I quickly answered with "Uh, l-let me work it out first." Oh yeah, Annabeth. Let me work it out. Smart. I thought. Mrs. Dodds glared at me. I was pretty sure I was busted, until I heard the bell go off.

I immediately grabbed my stuff and sprinted down the hall, and out of the school. "Thank the Gods." I muttered to myself. The day was finally over, and I could take a nice, long walk around the city until my step-mom was asleep. I began to delve back into my thoughts as I walked, trying to enjoy the nice day while it lasted. Again, I was so deep into my thoughts that I didn't even hear a group of girls walk behind me.

"Hey, princess!" I turned around to see Piper McLean face-to-face with me, her group of brainless friends behind her. "Go away, Piper." I said. Piper just shook her head and smiled, showing off her perfect teeth. "No, I don't think I will go away, prrrrrincess," she squealed. "I just needed to have a word with you." Behind her, all of her friends giggled. Piper was a perfect girl on the outside; perfect look, most popular girl, cheerleading captain, but all of that hid her nasty personality. "What do you want, Piper." I exclaimed. "Well, I need your opinion on this girl. She looks REAL ugly right now, and I'm having trouble coming up with insults." She said. She then pulled out her phone and said, "Here's what she looks like." She showed me her phone, and I saw a picture of myself.

I immediately screamed and said some very insulting words at her. She just cracked up and said, "See, this is why we call you princess! We know you'll never EVER get close to being one." Her whole friend group cracked up, and I ran, tears blurring my vision. I was tired of this. Tired of being bullied. Tired of failing tests. Tired of being hit. Tired of everything. I ran away from Piper and her zombie friends, until I reached my house.

I honestly didn't care I was here, as long as I was somewhere. I opened the door and was greeted by one of my twin step-brothers. "MOM!" He yelled, "HANNAH IS HERE!" I told him for the 1000th time my name was Annabeth, and I walked in. Naturally, everything was a mess, and I didn't want to clean it up. I ran up to my room, locked the door, and started to sob.

Every day. This happened every day. I would always end up in here crying, asking myself, "Why does this happen to me? Why me?" I sobbed there for about 20 minutes, then decided to get some food, and then leave to sleep somewhere else for the night. Who knows what would happen if I slept here. However, waiting right outside my room was my step-mom. She slapped me and said, "WHAT THE HELL HANNAH?!" WHY IS THIS PLACE SO MESSY?!" I screamed back, tears flowing down my cheeks, "BECAUSE YOUR 2 DOG CHILDREN ARE TOO DAMN LAZY TO CLEAN IT UP!" I grabbed my stuff, and then ran down the stairs, and out the door. I wish I could stop running for once. I run from everything, and it never fixes my problems, but running is the best option right now. "WHY DOES MY LIFE HAVE TO BE HELL?!" I screamed. I ran away from my apartment complex, to a place where I could calm down and gather myself.

The Castle. Or at least that's what I've called it. 3 big oak trees that grew together in a park, making a wooden platform that I made a little treehouse out of. The tops of the oak trees look like they form the top of a castle when they come together, so I've named this place "The Castle." This is the only safe space in my life. I can come here to read, to eat, to regroup, or even to sleep. I climbed up, sat my bag down, and took many, many deep breaths. Once I was finally calm, I reached into my bag and pulled out a picture. My dad standing there, holding me as a small baby, but the woman next to him is my real mom. It made me sad. I never met my real mom, but my dad said she was the smartest woman he'd ever met, with fierce storm-grey eyes that could melt either your heart, or your soul. My dad always said I had eyes just like hers. I've always wanted to meet her, but she left 16 years ago, and she hasn't come back. I'll meet her one day, I'm sure of it. I thought, but then I remembered. My dad said she died unexpectedly. He'd never gotten over her, and thinking of how sad he was made me sad again, and I cried some more. Now, with all of the sadness out of my system, I decided it was time to sleep.

I rested on top of the structure, looking at the sky abyss. One bright star shone, but that was it. Pathetic, how us humans have polluted the sky with so much light that we can only see one singular star. I stared at that one star and made a wish, like I always do. They've never come true, but I can still wish upon that one star, hoping my wishes will come true. I sighed, then turned on my side and closed my eyes. "Tomorrow will be better. It will be." I said. "Life will get better, Annabeth. You got this." And, with my eyes closed, busy New York streets surrounding me, the one star shining down on me, I fell asleep.

Little did Annabeth know that when she fell asleep, that one star shone brighter than any star had ever shone before. That one star, which had kept all of her wishes safe, finally decided to release those wishes. Annabeth's world was about to change forever.

First chapter done! Yes, I know there's no Percy yet, and I'm getting there, I just needed to set up the story! Again, I do not own PJO, and these characters belong to Rick Riordan. With that being said, stay tuned for chapter 2, and have a good one ;)

1336 words. 3/26/21