Late in the summer of my fifteenth year, I knew something was wrong.
Annabeth is passed around like a toy. Unwanted and unloved until she is adopted by a new family.
This a completely different story from Rachel's. Please read!
Late in the summer of my fifteenth year, I knew something was wrong.
Annabeth is passed around like a toy. Unwanted and unloved until she is adopted by a new family.
This a completely different story from Rachel's. Please read!