The worst feeling is the feeling every child from ages 6 to 18 feels at 6:30 am. Or whatever time one gets up for the tragedy that is also known as school. When your eyes start moving inside of your head and then immediately think—Oh shit.
The mass of blonde curls buried themselves deeper into the covers of the warm confinements of a full sized bed that held the 17 year old sleeping beauty. Her breaths coming out faster as her sleepy brain decided to wake up.
"Annabeth! It's time for school!" Her stepmother's voice sounded from the downstairs of the small home. The mass of curls groaned into the pillow.
The family of five had just moved to New York because of an offer made to Annabeth's father for him to work at NYU.
The change itself could of been a blessing in disguise. A brand new start where the 17 year old can reinvent herself to be the better person that she never was back in Cally.
No awkward eye contact with your ex in the hallways.
No stuck-up bitches who flaunted their movie-star daddy's money
New new new.
The new unpacked room that smelled of mothballs wasn't even enough to dampen her mood. Her first day was going to be a great day and that was that.
That mindset quickly flew out the window when Bobby ran into her room and jumped on Annabeth's bed.
"Annie Annie Annie it's time to get up!!" Her younger brother's knee dug into her calve and she let out a groan. She struggled to sit up with the 90 pound boy sitting on her but she made do. Her eight year old brother was smiling wickedly at her, he knew what he was doing and he knew that Annabeth was about to blow up.
"Please get out." The blonde rubbed her eyes so not to look at her brother and trigger some uncalled screaming and yelling that she knew he was waiting for.
His smug smile fell into a frown at this anticlimactic turn of events. Annabeth smiled in return as she got up, "accidentally" pushing Bobby off of the bed.
"Why are you so happy? It's 6 in the morning and we have school!" Bobby stood up, not phased at the tumble and crossed his arms. His older sister walking to her bathroom and taking out her retainer.
"It's best to have a positive mindset when you don't want to have one, Bobby."
"That made no sense and you are weird." Bobby huffed, stomping out of her room.
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"Lunch is on the counter guys." Helen said as the three siblings finished up cereal. Their dad at the head reading the morning newspaper with a mug of coffee at his lips.
The eldest put her bowl and spoon in the sink, smiling in thanks to her step-mother while taking the bagged lunch. "Thank you, Helen."
The two boys raced to grab theirs and hurriedly made their way to the door. "Thanks mum love you!"
"Have a good day guys. Be careful." Fredrick said without looking up from his paper.
"Love you lot see you at 14:00." I shouldered my bag and made my way out into my new life.
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The high school was chaos. The count of the school had to be at least 1500–very different from her old private school in San Francisco.
But like every high school, everyone seemed to be divided into groups. Groups is what kept kids sane and socially acceptable in high school. Annabeth made a private agreement with herself that she wouldn't be sucked into some clique.
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The Greek Next Door {A Percabeth Fanfiction}
Fanfiction"You seem like trouble." "You say that like that's a bad thing." His smile was unnerving yet impossible to look away from. "Darling, the whole world is trouble and there is nothing you can do about it."
