Broken

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Annabeth POV

It was broken. My ankle was completely shattered. How was I going to walk around school tomorrow? I made myself a quick splint out of a T-shirt and two rulers. I stood, gasping in pain. But I could walk. I'd wear my knock off brand Uggs until it healed. I sighed and finished my math, ignoring the pain. I lay down in bed and raise my ankle with a pillow. I drift off, dreaming of better days to come. If I made it that long.

I woke up to my alarm and got dressed hoping on my good ankle. No use stressing the broken one yet. I pulled on my boots and a coat, grabbing my back pack as I headed out. My dad was at work already and I was glad for small blessings. I hopped over to my door and braced myself for the pain when I put my foot down. I gave myself only a moment to see black spots, then I steeled myself, walking out the door to where Piper was waiting.

Her beat up blue Chevy idles in the driveway. I forced a smile and wave at her, then climb into the truck. She could have any car she wanted, but she hates to advertise her wealth. Her dad is super famous, but she didn't tell anybody. There wasn't a thing I didn't know about Piper. But she was so happy all the time, an I couldn't take that away. No. This was my burden the bear. Alone. Always alone.

I was till fake smiling as Piper griped about her dad's new and how it was cheesy romance flick that she would hate. I wasn't paying much attention, but pretended I was interested. Truth was, I usually cared, but this morning, I couldn't bring myself to. I focused instead on desensitizing myself to the pain in my ankle. We finally got to school. And I grinned and said goodbye to Piper, thanking her for the ride.

She waved as I walked away and headed, with dread, up a flight of stairs. I thought about my destination, my architecture class, and made it up the evil things without dying of pain. It was an accomplishment even for me and my high pain tolerance. How the hell was I going to get through a month and a half of this? The same way I got through everything, I supposed. Focusing on everything, except what was broken.

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