The Runaways, PJo style

Prologue

Disclaimer:I don't own PJo or HoO

Prologue

*3rd Person*

She looked up, the darkness clouding around her, until she couldn't see anything on the ground, only above.

The Moon was pale against the clouds, a light breeze flicking the leaves on the tree.

As Annabeth looked up, she heard a noise. A noise that only the sharpest ears could identify. The noise came again, footsteps, slowly creeping up towards the girls dorm room.

She sighed to herself, the guards were coming earlier today then usual.

She lightly jumped out of the tree, 10 feet down to the ground.

Even lighter then the guards, making almost no sound at all, she ran across to the room at the other side.

Climbing through the window was easy. She had always loved climbing, no matter how high. She had no fear of heights what-so-ever.

The guards had reached the end of the corridor and were slowly turning the door knob.

Her bed sheets were open, so she could quickly jump in and pretend to be asleep.

The door flung open, the guards flying caution in the wind.

As they looked around, at the 11 sleeping girls, Annabeth fiddled with her bed sheet.

The guards closed the door and retreated down the hall to the next room.

Annabeth sighed, another successful run.

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*Annabeth's Pov*

I woke up with a sigh, remembering the freedom I had last night.

Other then the short runs I have each night, there is no freedom in this prison-sorry, 'orphanage' as people like to call it.

Yeah, I live in an orphanage, you might be thinking, that's not to bad or some shit like that. But it is. You've probably heard things about Orphanages, right? You probably think that life in an orphanage isn't to bad? that the people who look after the kids there are nice to us, right?

Wrong.

The carers or 'guards' as we call them, are horrible to us, they don't care about us. They only care if we die in the orphanage. Then they have to pay the government. They don't care if we die somewhere else, actually, when this kid died, they threw a party. of course we weren't invited or anything but, that's just cruel.

Let me tell you about this so called 'orphanage' this is a fence the size of a house, that's not the problem, it's an electric fence and is on all the time. so no one can escape that way. The house I live in, is a two story house with dirty red paint, that looks like its been there for 50 years.

We have 12 kids in each room, a room that only fits 12 beds and 12 draw like things. I live with 11 other girls, all around my age.

There are 3 houses altogether, a boys house-where my best friends live. Obviously there's a goals house. The last house is where the guards live, its also the biggest and comfiest out of all the houses. That's also where people come and uh, 'adopt' a kid. We haven't had an adoption for ages.

I hated it here. we were treated like shit and were miserable. My friends and I were especially miserable, as we usually broke the rules, like I used to be caught in the boys dorm, which wasn't allowed. We also didn't do what they wanted and weren't afraid of them.

But that was all going to change.

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A/N

Hey guys! I finally got this all sorted out! :) Now it's in the right order!

This first chapter or Prologue is exactly the same as my Original 'The Runaways' Story, only the characters and one part of the plot changed. Don't worry though, its different.

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