Help From A Golden Boy (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Ch.1 Meeting the 'Golden Boy'

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Annabeth's POV

I run as fast as I can out the door of my foster home to school, ignoring the throbbing in my head. My foster father threw me into the coffee table this morning, luckily it wasn't glass. He got so mad when I said I said I was late for school and couldn't make him breakfast. I wish I didn't have to live with him, but the State is making me, apparently it's the only 'stable home' they could find. Ha, like they knew what when on behind closed doors. You might be wondering why I was in foster care and not with my parents. Well, the reason for that is that we were hit by a drunk driver while coming home from the store, I was 7 at the time. I was still pretty young at the time, but every time I think of it tears form in my eyes. I'm 17 now, so it's been 10 years since they died.

When I get to the school it's still pretty early, it's only 7:30, school starts at 8:30, and yes I did lie to Rob, I call my foster father by his first name, but if I stuck around any longer I would have got more than just a head into the coffee table. Once I enter school I go straight to the bathroom like I do everyday to clean up the blood that's usually on me.

Today I have a deep gash on the side of my head where my head connected with the coffee table that can be easily covered up if it stopped bleeding. I grab a handful of paper towels and press it against the side of my head. I have to grit my teeth to keep from crying out, you'd think I was used to this by now considering the fact I've lived with Rob since I was 12, so 5 years. Before that I was living in an orphanage home that barely had enough money to feed all 8 kids there 3 little bowls of gruel a day. I swear it felt like prison, but it was better than living with Rob.

Finally the flow of blood stops, so I just put the bloody towel in the trash. Technically, here at Goode, the high school I go to, we're not suppose to put anything with blood on it in one of the trashcans that's not the one in the nurses office. They're worried about spreading diseases or something, but I honestly don't care. I could go to the nurse and have her help me but then she would ask questions, or call Rob, which would be worse since Rob told me that if anyone found out what he did to me that he would kill me, which I don't doubt.

I check the time on my phone, Rob had actually bought me a phone, it said 8:00 on the dot. Students should be getting here. So I hurry to my locker to grab my books for the my first 3 periods - English, Algebra, and Chemistry - hoping no one sees me.

Unfortunately, I am one of the unluckiest people in the world.

Standing by my locker is the schools Queen Bee and her boyfriend aka Rachel Dare and her boyfriend Octavian, who is all brawn no brain, I honestly don't know how he made it to high school. Those two have been bullying all my 4 years of high school, but I have to deal with them until I graduate which is in 5 months. Sometimes their little sidekicks will be here to, Clarisse La Rue and Chris Rodriguez. But most of the time they're not here because they're to busy sticking their tongues down each others throats.

Today was one of those extremely unlucky days where all four are here, and Clarisse and Chris look upset and are standing away from each other, which never happens so they must be fighting, usually they're clinging to each other.

"Well, well look who it is. Our favorite person, Annabel Face. Haven't seem you all weekend." Rachel sneers at me, using the name our principle, Mr. D, calls me.

"You two look upset." I say to Clarisse and Chris, ignoring Rachel, which is one of the mistakes I always make but never learn from.

Clarisse looked ready to pummel me but Rachel stopped her and just glared at me with ice green eyes. Before I even knew what was happening I was on the ground with Rachel kicking me in the stomach.