It was Christmas Eve, well technically Christmas Day considering it was 12:30am. And Annabeth had snuck out the of the guest bedroom that was now technically hers.

She had been living with the Jackson’s for a few months now but she still felt out of place. She quietly tiptoed down the stairs as to not wake anyone, then she quietly sat down in front of the glowing tree.

“Annabeth?” Sally said as you quickly wiped away your tears. Holidays were hard, you had never had a true family and this would be the first Christmas you had really spent with a family.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Why are you crying?”