An: This idea's been with me for a while. I'm sorry if it gets confusing. I wrote a story just yesterday, but seriously, I'm really bored. I didn't have anything else but to put this idea on here.

This is a total AU. The characters are OOC. They're not all happy and full of life, just saying. And I'm sorry to burst anyone's bubble but this isn't demigods. Yes, there will be Percabeth later on :)

My Story- Annabeth's POV

People like me aren't supposed to be in this world. We're treated as outcasts, and personally, I don't mind. I don't know why God made us like this. Whose this we I'm talking about? Me. People like me. People, who are left alone. People who are left in the shadows. There's something called equality out there, but that's not reaching here. People can be so cruel sometimes. I was a good kid. I had good grades, nice friends, and didn't lie. Well, that was a lie, because I do lie. It just made sense to put that there to create the mood you know? Back to the point, like you probably guessed, I am an outcast. Maybe you think that all those things I said was a lie because I admitted that I'm a liar. So what? Everyone lies.

My names Annabeth Chase. I'm sixteen years old and have been on my own for probably about 5 years. You want to know what 'on my own' means. It means you're alone. Metaphorically, people in your life didn't care for you so left you by yourself, and they're not coming back. It's like they left you there dying inside, little by little. Basically my life now.

I had friends, but I'm sure they don't care where I now. They're friends but not the friends that you tell everything to. My one true friend was this girl named Thalia I met a year ago. She's pretty cool and now, she's my best friend.

I can't say where I live. Mostly because I run to a different town every 4 months. Thalia comes with me because she has similar problems. Right now, Thalia and I live in a small apartment upstairs from a restaurant. This town called Elmswood. We've been here for about one week now and I'm surprised to say that some people are actually nice. I know it gives me the creeps too. The owners of the restaurant gave us work so we could pay off the apartment. Pretty good deal if you ask me.

The city I was born in was Pax Valley. The name means peace in Latin. Ironic huh? Anyways, to make it clear, I'm never going back there again. Everyone in that town is sluts, stoners, Goths, stupid jocks and liars. Yes, I was included in the last group. The grownups there don't care about anything. I can't live like that. I'm not going to change who I am and make this whole new personality that's not me. That city is crowded and full of lies. I frikken had to get out of there.

Don't get me wrong, I'm nice, once you get to know me. I'm sarcastic and witty most of the time, but you didn't hear that from me. I'm loyal, but no one except Thalia has been here long enough to see that. I've been told that I was ugly, that I wear ugly clothes and that I'll never be with someone by people in places I've been to. It hurts for someone you've never met to say that to you. It sucks when a long time ago; it would've been the opposite.

I don't understand why they would say that to me. I never did anything wrong to them. This brings us back to the beginning, equality. E-Q-U-A-L. Do I have to spell it again? People treat other people the way they want to be treated. Do they want to be outcasts too? Do they want me to treat them like they treated me? If it was some other person then they wouldn't give it a second thought. But this is me. I have this thing called a conscience. It's this thing in the back of your head that tells you what's right or wrong, so that prevents me from doing anything mean. I would love to, I really would, but I have a huge conscience.

Why were humans created? I have no idea. But I'm sure people are supposed to be nice to each other. Like nice. Like hospitality. Like people don't judge you when they first see you. Like they don't treat you like trash. Who am I kidding, no one is like that. Well, no one who I've known. People are supposed to be nice. Period.

Nice. That word keeps ringing in my head. Nice, nice, nice. What does that even frikken mean? From going to school when I was younger, I remember my teachers telling me that it's not a good word to use in sentences or any kind of writing. Why though? It has a lot of meanings, so what the fudge is wrong with it? Questions that will never be answered by anyone who I know. Sorry, my thoughts are getting in the way.

Like I said, I wasn't always like this. I was once pretty, and everyone wanted to be my friend. Of course, that was when I was eleven, but it still counts as part of my life. I ran away when I was that age. Why the hell would I do that right? See, I'm reading your mind now. I did it because I had a perfect world outside when everyone looked at me, but on the inside, I was abused like crap.

Let me shed some light in this situation. My family... Is not an average family. My biological mom died when I was young. She left me when I was 7 with my father because to her, I was a mistake. I don't blame her for leaving. I did, but now I don't. Wanna know why? Because I would've left myself if I knew what I was getting into. My father isn't nice. Understatement of eternity. He's an effing, abusive bad person. I would've sworn more, but no brutal words could describe him. Summary is that he abused me. Why? I don't know. But, he hurt me. In more ways than one. I'm sorry; I can't go into more details. Let's just say scars can heal, but the meanings behind them stays.

This, is my story.

AN: This is the.. place where you get to know the character. Tell me how it is.