percabeth one shots

Chapter 59

Jan. 2

The only reason why I'm doing this is because I have no friends and I like writing. I should tell you about my day I guess. Well, it was sucky as usual. That's it, wasn't that interesting? My life isn't interesting, it's barely even a life if all I do is nothing. Dad is getting worse, he's drinking too much and taking it out on me. That just isn't fair now is it. He should really do some boxing or ninja things or something, I don't know. That was stupid, I'm not stupid. Whatever, you won't judge me right? Right now, you're the only friend I have. This paragraph is getting long, I should probably do another one.

I should also probably tell you about me overall. I'm Annabeth, I'm a sophomore, I like the color green, and I'm quiet. I have ADHD and dyslexia (which sucks because I like reading a lot). For some reason, it doesn't affect my writing, which is odd. Thing is I can barely read what I write afterwards, unless I try really hard like I do when reading at school. School, aka, hell. I'm really smart, despite my disabilities, that's crazy. Enough about me, I'm boring anyways. 

Is there much to say? Not really. It's not like I have gossip or crushes to talk about. I'll write in here later, thanks for reading. If you haven't read this far, not really surprised. Who'd want to read about me anyways.

Jan. 10

I never said I'd write in this everyday did I? Well, I met this guy (no it's not a stupid crush). He's weird. He actually talks to me, and he's new you can tell. Why else would he talk to me. He's also in the swim team, apparently he's the best swimmer ever? I don't know, or care. He hangs out with the popular people, but always smiles and talks to me at my locker. Probably out of sympathy, I mean, really? Who'd talk to me willingly.

Anyways, I've been noticing a lot of guys try hitting on me too. It's gross, they're all players who think they can get whatever girl they want. It doesn't help how a lot of girls are looking at me with glares. What did I ever do? Nothing. At all. I don't need people at school noticing me and being mean to me already. I get enough torture at home.

Luke is also trying to get with me, he's an idiot. Why would anyone like me. Better yet, why is everybody noticing me now? I hate it.

Jan. 12

A girl called me pretty today. She was a quiet, dark-haired, brunette. She walked up to me and smiled saying how pretty my hair and eyes were. "They're a unique combination." She said. I froze like an idiot, muttering a stupid thank you. Pretty? Not even. That was probably the weirdest thing that happened today. Oh, well, of course him talking to me too. Percy, I mean.

Damn, he's really weird. I still don't get why he talks to me. I half wonder if it's because the other guys bet him to. Today he said he liked the little doodle on my notebook. Where's he getting at? Unless he's trying to be my friend, which is literally no chance, then he shouldn't be talking to me.

Dad almost hit me with a beer bottle today, I ducked away just in time before it nicked me. That was close, next time, I probably won't be this lucky.

Jan. 16

Of course. Why why why why why why why why me. Damnit. My dad beat me up real bad three days ago, I couldn't go to school. I had to put some makeup on, and I had to walk as straight as I could. Percy had frowned when he saw me, and I wondered if one of my bruises was showing. Instead, thank goodness, he asked why I was absent. He also said, "The day wasn't complete without saying hi to you at your locker!" That made me want look at him and cry. He actually noticed me not here. The only people that actually noticed my absence were usually the teachers. And Percy, now.