DISCLAIMER: I do not own PJO or any of the characters other than my own OCs.

TW: Abuse

 Ow. Pain is the first thing I felt when I woke up. Then, again, story of my life, right? My name is Amelia, and if I survive this, I have something to tell you all. Don't sleep on concrete. It hurts. Trust me. You may be wondering how I know this. I've been sleeping on concrete for the past night. You may be wondering, Amelia, why the hell are you sleeping on concrete?! I will explain.

It all started thousands of years ago, when a meteor wiped out the dinosaurs. Then, an entire species died and stuff. Anyway, fast forward to yesterday. I was sitting in class and the teacher was saying something, but I couldn't listen because I was busy. There was a bird out the window, with wings the shimmered and sparkled in the sun. I was so distracted by the bird, I didn't even hear the teacher calling my name.

"Amelia?" She called. "Amelia!"

 "Huh?" I asked, confused.

 "Its your turn for reading." She told me. 

 I hate reading. The words always dance around on the page. I imagined two words in fancy clothes, waltzing. Above them is a chandelier, sparkling like stars. 

"AMELIA!!!"

I ran up to the front. The teacher passed me a book. I looked at the words. They seemed to curve and move and change as I stared. How on earth am I supposed to read moving words?! I felt tears start to sting my eyes. "I-I can't." I said, quietly. Ms Lero just glared at me. I needed a distraction, and quick. Without even thinking, I grabbed my shoe, and threw it across the room. "READING'S STUPID!" I heard myself say. "STUPID STUPID STUPID!" Kids started to laugh.

 "Amelia!" Ms Lero said, annoyed. 

 I looked up at her all innocently. "Yes?"

"PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE! NOW!" She screamed.

 "Principal's office! Now!" I repeated, mockingly. She grabbed my wrist and dragged my to the office. 

"What now?" Principal Cloves said, rolling his eyes. Let's just say I was a frequent visitor to his office.

 "Did ya miss me?" I asked, jokingly, but I guess he wasn't in the mood to deal with an impulsive 7 year old today because he just picked up the phone and called my parents.

Long story short, I got suspended. The drive home was awkward to say the least. My parents sitting in the front seat, their faces stone cold, and me in the back, trembling in fear. We got out of the care and I was about to go upstairs, when I felt a tug on my ear. "Just where do you think you're going?!" A voice boomed.

"T-to my room?" I answered, nervously. 

 "I don't think so." My dad said. 

"You're a failure!" My mom screamed, smacking me.

"Hey! Ow!" I exclaimed.

"Shut up." My dad said. They took turns hitting me as I cried out in pain. Then, my dad picked me up, slung me over his shoulder, and tossed me into an alley. That was the last thing I remember before my world went dark.

AN: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Let me know if you have any ideas!