Dear my Angel,

I know you're not real. But at this point, I need someone to talk to.

I'm tired.

Of everything, really.

Of my brothers and their silly chants, of living in a village, of my step-mother, of my destined life, of not knowing who my mother was.

She left me, A.

Alone.

I don't even know her name.

My idiot father doesn't even know her name either.

No, A, I'm not suicidal.

I'm just sick of it all.

Stupid village.

Stupid everything.

Screw everything.

Heck screw me.

And the worst part is the gosh darn kings.

They absolutely succcck.

Stupid Poseidon and stupid Zeus.

They had a war that ended just before I was born, with Poseidon's wife killed during it.

He remarried DURING THE WAR.

HAD A PRINCE.

STUPID PERSEUS.

Everyone likes him.

And I'll admit, he's got nice eyes.

But otherwise looks exactly like an arrogant piece of dog poop.

Father wants me to get married.

I don't.

Don't tell me how to live my life.

Yet he insists, he begs, he asks, he tries.

Good thing nobody wants me.

I'm so not ready to get married.

Oh lord, I feel stupid pouring my emotions into a letter.

My step brothers are playing catch dangerously close to the window. And I swear at any moment they're gonna-

Oh look they broke a window.

Guess who's fault it'll be somehow?

And you thought that I'm complaining.

Helen?

More like HELLen.

Now I've gotta pray to the stars that she doesn't find this.

Gotta go for a second.

*

Ok, yeah it was my fault for not supervising them.

My cheeks hurt, but I'm fine.

Tomorrow Prince Percy's evaluation is released. I hope he isn't king.

Poseidon is good enough. I think.

I think.

I think.

I think.

I think.

I think.

I think.

I think.

I think.

I think.

Ok, my hand hurts.

Ouch.

We won't talk about that.

Is this a long enough letter?

Do you understand?

Do you?

I hope you do even if you don't exist.

I'm alone.

Love,

A.

<<<

The letter was rolled up, placed in a bottle, corked, tied.

She climbed out her window, hoping that nobody noticed.

"Where are you going?"

Ignore, ignore, ignore, She thought.

Her brother tugged her arm. "Annabeth-"

"Be quite," she snapped.

"Ann-"

"Shut up!"

He whimpered, but stayed quiet.

"Young lady, get back here this instant!"

She was near the creek now.

"Annabeth Chase, give me that bottle right now!"

She turned her head slowly, blonde hair falling onto her left shoulder.

At the same time, she threw the bottle into the creek. It bobbed up and down a few times before floating away with the strong current.

<<<

Helen was mad, and would have punished Annabeth severely if her husband didn't come home at that exact moment. She hastily finished dinner.

"Annabeth, I found someone you might want to get married to," Fredrick broke the silence.

Annabeth stopped chewing, feeling sick.

"He's a nice man too, that one," her father continued.

Helen glanced at her husband. Annabeth getting married meant that she no longer had to deal with a child that wasn't hers.

Annabeth wanted to gag.

Fredrick squirmed in his seat. "And I think that if you meet you'll like each other."

"Oh," Annabeth muttered.

"Which is why we are going to see him tomorrow."

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Hello.

Xoxo Queen