I hated my new stepmom. Maybe even because of her, I hated my dad more. A lot of the time, I wished my mom was normal. That I was normal. But we weren't. I knew my dad never wanted me. My stepbrothers weren't the worst, but that didn't make things any better. Monsters chased me constantly. Spiders tortured me in the night. I hated it. I hated it all. So I ran. They hated me, so I ran away from home. That was all I could think of. So seven-year-old Annabeth Chase was on the run from monsters, inside and out.
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Annabeth Chase and the Son of Poseidon
FanfictionPercy Jackson and the Lightning Theif, retold from the perspective of one Annabeth Chase.
