Heroes Of Olympus In High School AU

Annabeth

📚Annabeth's pov📚

I fell as my stepmother shoved me to the ground.

My stepmother looked at me"Oh I'm sorry, did I hurt you? Oops."She said sarcastically. I tried to get up but settled for leaning up against the wall. I watched as she went to the other side of the room and grabbed a glass vase, tossed it in the air and caught it in her hand. She held it up so I can see. She walked to the center of the room, perfect aim for hitting me. She titled her head "This is what you get for being born."She said, then threw it at me. My reflexes kicked in, fortunately I ducked just in time so the vase wouldn't hit me. Unfortunately the vase hit the wall, just where my head was, leaving glass shattered all over the floor.

Double bad news, this wasn't just any vase, this was the $500 vase my dad had bought. My eyes widened, as did my stepmother's. I stood and stared at the $500 vase-well now shattered vase.

I looked back at my stepmother who was shocked. The sound of jingling keys came from the door of the house, my face paled. The door opened to reveal my dad.

"Hey, I'm hom-"My dad yelled but got cut off by my stepmother. "Frederick, look at what your stupid daughter did to your precious vase."She yelled at him angrily. I looked at my dad, I can't say I'm surprised that my stepmother would blame me for something she did.
She always blamed me. My dad looked at me angrily "ANNABETH! GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!"My dad's voice echoed throughout the house, I tried to tell him it wasn't my fault "But I didn't-"but he cut me off "NOW!!"he yelled.

Tears welled up in my eyes, I ran up stairs to my room and shut the door. I went over to my bed and buried my face in my pillow.

Why? Why did he have to believe her every time? I tried to block out the sound of the yelling down stairs. Ugh, what was I going to do? Was I supposed to just live the rest of my life like this? I felt miserable, and I was in bed crying. Suddenly, the yelling down stairs died down. I could hear footsteps walking up the stairs. I sat up and tried to wipe away the many tears on my face.

The door to my bed room opened, I didn't look up to see who it was, but my question was answered when I felt someone yanked on the collar of my shirt. I turned and saw the face of my stepmother. She sneered at me"Look, your father and I want to have a talk with you. So come down stairs, apologize for breaking the vase, and prepare for a punishment."She said then let go of my shirt.

She went down stairs, I followed her. My stepmother went to go sit on the couch next to my father, I sat on the couch across from them. "Annabeth, say sorry for breaking your father's vase."my stepmother said."But I didn't-"I tried to say "Annabeth!"my father said cutting me of, his voice quivered with anger."I'm sorry."I mumbled.

"Annabeth, this has been the last straw, your stepmother has brought me the idea of sending you to a boarding school in New York city. Up until now I have been denying it, but that is it. If you want to behave like some delinquent then you can do that in New York. Go up to your room, pack your bags, your leaving tomorrow morning."he said then got up and left the room, leaving me alone with my stepmother. She fake pouted at me as my mouth hung open. She shrugged her shoulders as if saying 'oh well'.

She stood,"Well, talk about disappointing. He doesn't even believe his own daughter. What a waste of space, well at least I won't have to put up with you."She said, then was about to walk out of the room,"You know what, you are pathetic, blaming a kid for what you did just so you won't get in trouble, that is just plain stupid! Why don't you get your act together and GROW UP!"I yelled at her. Then walked to my room, passing my shell shocked stepmother.

I slammed my door and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, a delinquent he had called me. I was not a delinquent, I could earn his respect back right?

How was I a troubled kid? I always listened, the only reason I get in trouble is because of my stupid stepmother. For now the best thing to do is listen, go to this boarding school, pass all classes, and not get into trouble. That would prove me as not a delinquent to my dad.

I went to my closet and got packed, by the time I was done it was night. I lay on my bed thinking deeply. Why, why couldn't he believe me once? Why was that so hard for him? Finally my brain, exhausted from thinking drifted of to sleep.

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