Annabeth's POV

Save me,
From who I'm suppose to be
Don't wanna be a victim of authority,
I'll always be apart of the minority

I slammed my locker shut. It was finally the end of the day. For everyone else, at least. I still had detention. Ugh. I did not want to go to this shit. I grabbed my board and suddenly got an idea.

I could just leave. I don't really have to go anywhere. I quickened my pace and pulled my hat down to cover my face. I was almost out the doors, almost free, when I was so rudely stopped.

"And where do you think you're going?" Mr. Defidion's smile was so cruel it made me want to punch something. I sighed and turned to him. "You have detention." He said. Then he did something that really pissed me off.

He took my fucking board.

It took every ounce of my will power not to deck this man in the face. He turned and began walking off, through all of the students gathering their things to leave. I now know that I, unfortunately, won't be one of those people.

"Hey! Give me my board back!" I yell and chase him down the hallway, bumping into students. They cursed me out, or told me to watch it, but I didn't care. The only thing I did care about: getting my board back. I've had this board since fifth grade, when I started to ride. This was the most consistent thing in my entire life. No matter what happened, I always had my board. I used it to get around a lot, since my dad was always busy and it would probably kill Helen to do something nice for me and give me a ride. This board was like my best friend, especially now. Sad, but true.

He finally walked into a classroom. I followed him inside and didn't stop until he took a seat at his desk, placing my skateboard on the floor. He sat at his desk, hands clasped, and looked at me. I have my hands spread on his desk and am leaning forward. "Yes, Ms. Chase?" He asked with a pleasant smile.

I stared at him, a bored look on my face. "Uh, I want my board back." I said blatantly.

He completely ignored my question. He turned and wrote something on the chalkboard.

DETENTION

He turned back to face me. "You're kidding me." I said.

"Please take your seat."

I sighed. "So I'm not getting my board back?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Please take your seat." Mr. Defidion repeated himself, this time more grudgingly.

"Take that as a no." I muttered and turned on my heel. I walked past all the empty desks in the front, noticing how few were occupied. I saw that kid... Johnson? Jensen? Hold on... Jackson! Jackson was his last name. I sat two seats behind him. He was the reason I was in here.

I threw my book bag on the floor and plopped down in the chair. After a few minutes of tapping my pen and looking out the window—thank you, ADHD—I got bored. Then an idea hit me. I pulled out a sheet of loose leaf and scribbled down a note.

Thanks for getting me in here.

I crumpled it up in a ball and chucked it at that Jackson kid. It him in the head and he whipped around to see his attacker. He looked pretty pissed as his eyes landed on me. I just nodded to the note that had fallen to the floor. He narrowed his eyes at me before picking up and the note and reading it. He turned back to his desk and wrote something. He chucked it back at me. I caught it and gave him a look like, nice try. He looked sour from his defeat. I read the note.

How is this my fault?

I scribbled something down.

If you hadn't been so stupid, I wouldn't have laughed, which was what got me in here.

I chucked it at him, and he caught it this time. He had been facing the window and caught the paper ball with his right hand. He gave me the same nice try look that I gave him before. I scowled.

Before I knew it, the note was back in my hands.

You are insufferable.

I wrote something down and threw it back at him. I took joy in his angry expression when the paper ball hit him in the face. I smirked and he glared.

And you're an asshole. So I guess we're even.

Percy decided that it was a good time to not catch the note, and let it fall to the ground in the front of the classroom. I looked at him like, good job, dumbass. He spread his hands as if to say, what?

"Well, what do we have here?"

You know, I really hate Mr. Defidion. He plucked the note from the floor and smoothed  it out. He looked it over and his face became anything less than pretty.

"Detention for the both of you, for the rest of the week!" He shouted. Guess he didn't like the word 'asshole'. Jackson's head dropped back. Guess he didn't like detention. I just rolled my eyes and shook my head. It's a note. Mr. Defidion is being overly dramatic for no reason. The story of my life. Seems like everyone is over dramatic.

Percy turned around and glared at me. I returned it with my own steely gaze. He backed down, but still faced my direction and shook his head. I responded with a sweet smile and the finger.

This was going to be fun.

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"You suck, Jackson." I threw my board down and rode off. He didn't say anything, but when I looked back, his arms were spread and he looked like he was saying, what the hell? I just smirked and kept riding, putting in my earbuds.

Simmer down, simmer down
They say we're too young now to amount to anything else
But look around, look around
We've worked to damn hard for this just to give it up now

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I finally made it home. I walked inside to find Matthew and Bobby sitting at the table doing their homework.

"Hey guys." I greeted them.

"Annie!" The two got up and ran towards me, hugging my legs. I tried my best to hug them back. They then walked back to the table, dragging me with them, each holding one of my hands. "Annie, look!" Bobby showed me a picture that I assumed he had drawn in school. "It's me, you, and Matthew." He pointed to each person.

"That's awesome, bud." I smiled at him and put a hand on his head.

"I drew this one!" Matthew showed me his picture. It was of the whole family, and everyone had a smile on their face. They all looked so happy. If only real life were that simple.

"Wow, that's so good, dude." I grinned down at him and Matthew smiled at me. They both seemed so happy. So carefree. I wish I could live that way. Instead, I was always worrying what lecture awaited me every time I come home. Whether it was Helen yelling at me for being late, or my dad yelling at me because my grades dropped. It was always something. I can't ever catch a break. "What are you guys working on?"

"Times tables." They answered simultaneously. They did that a lot, being twins and all.

"Ah." I watched as they did the next equation. I remembered second grade. Everything was simple. My parents were together and happy. I was happy. I had lots of friends, I did good in school and actually looked forward to it. It was before the divorce, before we moved. Before Helen. Or, in other words, before the reincarnation of the devil himself that is Helen walked into my life. As you can guess, it's always a good time with Helen!

Note the sarcasm.

"Well, a good trick for the 11 times tables, is that any single digit number times 11 is the number twice. Like 8 x 11 = 88." I explained.

"Cool!"

"Thanks Annie!"

"Annabeth?" Lovely. Just then the she-devil walked into the kitchen.

"What." It wasn't so much as a question than a, what the hell do you want from me, sort of annoyed response. I walked over to the cabinet and took out a granola bar.

"Why are you bothering the boys when they're trying to do their homework?" She looked at me with distaste.

"I wasn't." I said, my mouth full of granola.

"Yes you were." Helen insisted. "Speaking of homework, you should go do yours."

I rolled my eyes. "It's not like I want to be down here with you anyways." I mumbled under my breath as I turned around to walk to the stairs.

"What was that young lady?"

I turned and looked Helen right in the eye. "Nothing." I smiled sweetly at her, though it was fake. Then I rolled my eyes and trudged up the stairs.

I threw my book bag on the floor after slamming my door shut behind me. I groaned and fell on my bed. I looked at a polaroid taped to my wall. It was from San Francisco. It was Piper and I, standing on the shore, the waves hitting our feet. I remembered that day. We were laughing really hard about something, and Hazel said she thought it looked cute, so she took a picture. She let me keep it, as a parting gift. God, I miss it so much. All my friends back in San Francisco. Back at home. What I would give to go back there. I sighed.

I decided that I had earned a nap after dealing with Defidion, Jackson, and Helen in one day. I can only handle so many assholes at once.

I drifted of to sleep, earbuds in.

You
You're a catch 22
Win or lose I'm screwed
I'm trapped under your spell it
Saves me
Breaks me
'Till I fall back to you
You're a catch 22

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Authors note

You guys I'm sorry the chapters are coming out so slowly. I can update more now that schools out so yeah. And I'm really trying my best to remember how I originally wrote this, so cut me some slack if it's not exactly the same—it might even help if you let me know when something is different. Also I changed It bc Annabeth's parents got divorced—her mom didn't die, and Percy's dad died—he didn't leave. Anyways, Hope you enjoyed. Don't forget to comment, vote, etc. thanks and love you!
-bella💕