I -Annabeth

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A/N: I wrote this a few years ago. The writing is cringey. And I hadn't included any trigger warnings. There are now trigger warnings for violence. I made some changes to some of the most violent parts, dulling them down. I did this because I dont want anyone to be triggered. Some of the facts stated in here are probably false. I did not do much research when writing this. I will hopefully edit this entire story someday.  Now on with the story.

Annabeth

It's July 12.

I am officially 14 years old.

I am about to go into the ninth grade. As a freshman.

My best friend is Percy Jackson, and he is almost 14.

I live in San Francisco by the way.

I have known Percy  since the day he moved in across the street when we were 6. It was June 23, and I was almost 7.

Before my life became terrible.

Before my father married a new woman when I was 7. Helen.

Before my father committed suicide on September 17. Because of my actually mother's death, in a car crash.

Before I was forced live with abusive  Helen From Hell.

When I was 11.


 

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Now I'm 14.officially.

Percy asked me to meet him at the beach, today at 2:00. It's 1:20 now.

How am I supposed to sneak out of the house to meet him?...

I know!

I put on my shoes, and locked my bedroom door. I climbed out my window...

And Jumped.

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I look at my watch. 🕜
1:30

I have to hurry. I gotta get to the other side of town in a half an hour.

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I made it barely.

Now where is he?...

I look around.

There he is. I see him sitting under a blue and silver umbrella, on a grey blanket.

He has a picnic basket with him.

"Hey seaweed brain." I say.

"Hey wise girl. Happy Birthday." Percy said kinda sad

"What's wrong Percy?"

"Well... I didnt want to tell you now, since its your birthday, but... I'm moving."

My heart dropped.

"W-what? Where? When?" I say upset.

"To Manhattan. New York. And I'm leaving in a week."

"But I'll never see you again!" I say tears coming to my eyes. "You know Helen. She won't let me contact you. Or visit. Heck, she won't even let me have a phone."

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