Life's Complicatios

Annabeth's Past

RIINNG!" My alarm clock rang, waking me up from my wonderful, sweet dream, which I will not describe... its wayyy too embarrasing

I groaned as I sat up from my bed and punched the noisy clock to the other side of the room. I was so not a morning person, and when the clock broke, I groaned again. That wasn't the first time my alarm clock broke...I can't even count how many clocks I had to replace just because of my grouchiness in the morning.

Looking at the clock, I cursed and scrambled out of bed towards the bathroom. It was five thirty in the morning...I overslept...damn, I do not want another detention again. Sigh.

Oh, before I continue to describe my day, let me introduce myself. My name is Annabeth Chase, a sixteen-year old girl that lives alone in a small apartment in New York, the Bronx. My mother died of cancer when I was four, thus I don't really have many memories of her, just a few fuzzy ones of her holding my hand, walking with me down a park, but one clear memory is her eyes. She had stormy grey eyes, much like mine. My father, on the other hand, is a researcher of Greek mythology.

Now you might be wondering why I do not live with my father. You see, when I was five, just a year after my biological mother had died, my father remarried to a woman named Helen. She was, to say the least, a total bitch towards me. She treated me as though I was an abomination, most probably because I was his first wife's daughter or something. She had two kids, Bobby and Matthew. They were spoilt brats. Apparently their father had been quite a rich guy, and gave them everything they wanted, and now, because of Helen divorcing him, they have to rely on my father for toys, which unfortunately for them, is not as rich as their previous father.

Helen always treated me unkindly, sometimes giving me leftover food when I went back later from school, not even bothering to heat it up. Whenever Bobby and Matthew broke something or cried, she would always look at me with a face expressing "this is all your fault" which it is not. One day, we got into an extremely intense argument, and she told me to get out of the house. Guess what, even my biological father stood by her, and so I left with whatever I had.

Well, from that day, my life practically sucked all the way. I only had my savings, a few pairs of clothes and my personal belongings left to me. I had to find a job, rent an apartment, and ensure that I had enough money for house bills, food and schooling at the same time. Luckily, I was always on the safe side, preparing for when I was going to be thrown out of the house, and had saved just enough money to start off my lonesome life. I admit, I had foreseen the seperation coming long before it happened.

But, as I said earlier, my life sucked. I had to spend almost all my savings just for the first month of my life without them. After the first month, I had only a tenth of my savings left. Thus you can imagine how desperate I was. Lucky for me, I actually found a job that can pay just enough for my needs, but just. I couldn't afford any other things like game consoles or a television or whatever. Nope, no pleasure in my life.

It really was lucky. The job I found had really just been put up. It was a very popular, but small restaurant. And when I say just, I mean literally just. I was walking down the streets of New York, which is where I currently live, and had seen the owner put up the poster, which said that they were hiring waiters and waitresses. When I saw the pay, which was unbelievably high compared to other pays for just a waiter, I immediately went in and signed up for the job, which I wonderfully got. I guess luck was with me at that time.

The only bad thing about working there was that the working hours were four in the afternoon all the way to eleven or even past midnight sometimes. Sometimes, when I reach home, I don't even bother to bathe, being so tired, and immediately go to bed. My school starts at seven, and I usually have to wake up at five in the morning to go to school. I know, it may sound very unnecessary to wake up so early to go to school two hours away, but trust me, if you have never seen New York's traffic before, you have never seen a real traffic jam before. It takes me about close to an hour to get there by bus!

And sometimes, because of me sleeping past midnight, I wake up late and get detention every time when I'm late for school, which is to say, a lot.

Bad thing is, if I get detention, I will be late for work, and if I'm late for work, I have to work overtime. So I practically sleep after midnight every time. In the weekends, I have to pack my house and iron my clothes. No spending time with friends...I don't have any...no going to watch a movie or a walk in the park. I even work when I have the time to get an extra pay.

So, as you can see, my life is full of work and study. Oh yes. Studies. That's ironically the only thing that I can see a shining light in my life. I always had good grades, but I think that's because I study sometimes even when I come back at one in the morning, but I do a lot better than you can expect from someone who works straight after school and has less than five hours of sleep per day.

Well, there's the introduction to part of my life, and I know it's not a very optimistic point of view...but when has my life ever been all happy and lovely since my biological mother died? Hmm....never.