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Pushed Around

Annabeth Chase wandered around the crowded halls to her next class. The green and light blue lockers (the school colors) lined up against the crème colored walls. The wooden classroom doors swung open one at a time letting a new crowd of immature teens out at a time.

"Move it, loser." Annabeth felt herself get roughly bumped in the shoulder and fall to the ground, textbooks and papers flying out in different directions. She looked up from the hard brown marble floor in enough time to see a tall buff jock with a green jersey walk away laughing alongside his jock buddies.

"Get up." A tight voice commanded. Annabeth turned to see a girl with electric blue eyes and spiky black hair hold out her fishnet covered hand towards her. "I don't have all day." she sighed. Annabeth took her hand and pulled herself up. Her knees felt shaky and her hands burned from the fall.

She glanced at the stranger who had ever so kindly helped her. She noticed for the first time that she had a nose stud and three black earrings in one ear. She wore heavy black eyeliner and black mascara. She wore a tight black halter top and dark super skinny jeans.

She had on dark brown combat boots and fishnet gloves that went all the way up her forearm. Annabeth couldn't help but notice the lightning necklace tucked away under her shirt.

"I'm Thalia Grace." she stated through a wad of peppermint gum, "But you can call me Thales if you want. If you don't mind I would like to know who you are." Annabeth took a deep breath and bent down to pick up her books. "My name is Annabeth." Annabeth said, "Annabeth Chase."

She scrambled to get her algebra book that had been kicked by another student to the middle of the hall. She stood up, brushing her curly blonde hair out of her stormy grey eyes. "You usually get pushed around a lot?" Thalia inquired. Annabeth nodded and felt hot tears start to burn in her eyes.

Thalia patted her back. "And you just take it? Do you even care?" Annabeth sighed. People don't usually talk to her, the friendless, smart, loser with no social life and a bad rep. "I don't know if I even care at this point. I have been pushed around all my life."

Thalia looked into her eyes. "You doing anything tonight?" she asked. Annabeth nodded. "I have a family reunion tonight." Annabeth wanted to go over to Thalia's really bad but her mom would kill her if she ditched. Her step-mom, that is.

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*At the reunion*

"Oh!" one of Annabeth fat step aunt cried. She ran towards Bobby and Matthew crushing them in a hug. Annabeth was surprised her boobs didn't suffocate them. "How are my Bobby-Boo and Matthew- Cat doing?" she asked them cheerfully. Her red leathery dress was way too tight, what size was she, a 48? Annabeth stood in the doorway, the cool evening air giving her goose bumps. She was about to walk in behind her mom and dad when the dark green door slammed in her face. She put her hands in her face for a few second and took a deep breath, standing up straight. Her red Hollister sweatshirt wasn't going to keep her warm forever in the chilly October air. She tried the doorknob.

Locked.

No doubt her rich aunt had planned this. With her fricken beehive brown hair and droopy-Annabeth stopped herself. She was about to ring the doorbell when she noticed the sign. 'Doorbell is broken' it said written in sloppy red pen, 'Try knocking'. She reached for the gold knocker, with lion designs, that was screwed into the heavy duty door but as soon as her fingers clasped it, it broke off.

Crap. If her step-mom didn't see her socializing she'd think Annabeth was acting bratty and she would hate her even more. Her whole family hated her. She wasn't blood related to anyone except her father's brothers who were probably all locked away in prison.

Annabeth began knocking on the door with her bare, chapped hands. No one heard her. She could see everyone drinking and chatting through the blurred windows. The broken knocker became cold in her hands.

She leaned her back against the door and sighed. Annabeth had been doing a lot of sighing lately. As she closed her eyes and began to relax the door opened. Annabeth felt herself fall backwards into the house. There she lay, sprawled on the entrance floor, broken knocker in hand.

A/N: Oh, Oh, Oh! I have a super juicy Percy's point of view next! Maybe some Percabeth in the next chapter if you review! Please review to give ideas. I have one in mind but I don't want to continue if all you guys hate this first part. NOTE: THERE WILL BE PERCABETH AND ANOTHER SECRET COUPLE! R&R!