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Annabeth was living a tough life.
Her father had just recently passed away three months ago and now she's moving all the way across the country to a city that she's never seen before at the mere age of twelve. Annabeth doesn't feel too bad about the move though. It's not like there was anything she'd miss there, besides the warm Californian weather.
Despite her academic excellence and her athletic ability, Annabeth didn't seem to 'fit in' anywhere. The kids at school would constantly tease her about her intelligence and her uniquely rare grey eyes. Although Annabeth enjoyed learning, she had always hated school. Despised it even. She felt so alone and unwanted there and when she'd tell her mother about what was happening, she'd simply shrug it off and tell her that she doesn't need friends since they would just distract her from her studies.
Annabeth's mother, Athena, was never so cold. She was actually a very happy and caring person up until Annabeth's father, Fredrick, was diagnosed with cancer. It seemed that Athena would get angrier and angrier as the days passed. And once Fredrick died, she had turned completely bitter and sent all of her hatred towards Annabeth.
So when Annabeth came home from another lonely day at school only to find that the house was cleaned out and many suitcases were piled up at the door, she didn't really complain. She thought that maybe a move would be a good thing for both her and her mother. A fresh start. And what better way to achieve that than in the city of possibilities itself; New York.
Annabeth was less than thrilled however when she first laid eyes on their new home. It was a low rent apartment that looked like it desperately needed a cleaning job. You could practically see the mold growing from the ceiling and Annabeth swore she saw something moving from behind the dusted up couch. Athena didn't seem fazed by the disgusting apartment. Annabeth supposed that she had expected it since Athena quit her job back in California only to come to New York completely jobless. Annabeth thought that was bad planning on her part, but she let it slide since she figured her mom was still in a mourning state.
The weekend came and went and Annabeth was expected to start school early Monday morning. As Annabeth rode her bike (their only mode of transportation) to her new school, she couldn't help but feel anxious. What will her classes be like? Are the teachers nice? Will the other students like her? Will she be named as an outcast again? So many questions swirled through her brain as she walked up the steps to Yancy Academy.
As Annabeth made her way to the office, she did her best to be as inconspicuous as possible. She kept her eyes to the floor so she wouldn't have to look at anyone, but she still felt the stares burning into her back like a bad sunburn. She had finally made it to the office when a girl with brown hair, a red bandanna, and broad shoulders bumped into Annabeth's side with brute force.
"Watch it princess" she sneered.
Great, Annabeth thought. The first few minutes here and she's already managed to piss someone off. The secretary was nice enough and gave Annabeth her class number. The bell rang and Annabeth quickly scurried to find the dreaded classroom. She looked at the numbers on the doors, but they always seemed to mix around causing Annabeth's brain to ache. She cursed her stupid dyslexia, acting up in the worst possible moments.
