I've always been the girl that no one notices, the girl that no one cares to know, the one that no one cares to see. The girl that no sees the scars on, the invisible ones, the ones inside, or the real ones, the ones on the outside, the scars and bruises, the invisible girl.
Out in California, there are plenty of other people to notice, movie stars, rising stars, many more people than me.
Now, looking at myself with dull blond frizzy hair and blank gray eyes, I'm not exceptional at all.
My personality? Silent, smart, and not outgoing. At home, these traits are what helps me survive.
Just like any other day, I was walking home from school. I snuck through the back door, carefully shutting it so it wouldn't creak, and ran upstairs.
Hopefully she wouldn't notice.
I was wrong.
Annabeth Chase AU