Annabeth's Struggle

Oh, no...

A/N: Thanks for all the comment(s), but no one answered whether or not to redo the story. If you want me too, I'll definitely do it, so comment quickly! And I just want to point out that I did write this at least a year ago, and I have advanced in my writing skills since then. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Disclaimer: Me: I don't own Percy Jackson, Annabeth does.

Octavian: That's been used a lot already.

Me: Do I look like I care?

Octavian: Yes, yes you do.

Me: Shut up...This is why if I owned you, you wouldn't have lived to even see the Giant War!!!

Annabeth's POV:

I didn't get a lot of sleep that night because someone, *cough* Evelyn *cough*, mumbles in her sleep. Loud. I kept hearing, 'I am Sunshine,' or, 'I am genius.' Yeah. Right.

The next morning, we all woke and started packing up. Well, we as in me, Percy, and Cali, who looked like a wreck. Her hair was in the messiest bun yet, and there have been quite messy ones, and her glasses were nowhere to be seen. Good thing she didn't need them too bad; just long distance. Her blue-green eyes were bloodshot like she hadn't slept in days. She was in a black floral sundress, in memory of Persephone because she missed her. She had on her black converse and black socks. We could tell that she didn't want to bothered, so we obliged. Again, we as in me and Percy; Evelyn didn't get the memo.

"So, Cal," she started in her nasally voice. She opened her mouth to say more, but Cali cut her short.

"Don't call me Cal." She moved her gaze to her shoes. "Mom called me that." It crushed me to see her so...so broken. Evelyn just rolled her eyes.

"Then what can I call you?" she asked, clearly annoyed. I clenched my fists and almost started for her, but Percy grabbed arm to hold me back. I turned to him and he slightly shook his head. Not my battle to fight. I understood and took a deep breath. Cali looked back up to her, glaring a little.

"How about my name?" she remarked sarcastically. "Cali."

I remembered her rules for nicknames. We all agreed to have our own nickname for her, but anyone can call her Cal. Until now.

"Only Leo can call me Fia, Annabeth calls me C, Percy called dibs on CFF, Thalia named me C-Pea, instead of Sweet Pea, Nico dubbed me Flower Girl, Jason titled me Bubbles, and Piper renamed me as Sunny. Only they may call me the previous names," she had explained long ago to Katie, Travis, Will, Grover, and Juniper when we met them. I smiled at the memory.

I realized that she had many more nicknames now, some not as nice as others:

Fia, C, CFF, C-Pea, Flower Girl, Bubbles, Sunny, Blossom, Fleur, Flower, Spots (not nice, because of all of her freckles; she gets teased), Fire, Burst (her temper, because when it's lost, it's in a burst), Freak, Weirdo, Nerd, Li, Ali, and many, many more.

She had guidelines and everything. It was a very serious topic for her; she loved nicknames.

I was shook to the present when Percy told me everything was packed up and ready to go. I nodded and we started for a diner down the road so we could get something to eat.

We arrived and walked into a diner that was modern, but looked to be at least twenty years old with the dust and rust it had acquired.

After being greeted by a woman whose appearance showed that she was as old as the diner. She had long, straight blonde hair and warm brown eyes.