A/N: Hello, and welcome to my newest story, drabbles of Annabeth Chase! As you have probably guessed already, this is not a full length story, but a series of short oneshots, or drabbles. I will take requests for drabbles. Please feel free to PM me if you want any of the drabbles to be turned into a full length story!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO.

Annabeth Chase came into Camp Half-Blood kicking in screaming in Luke's arms, not unlike the way babies came into the world. The screams of Thalia were still heard in the distance.

"Cute kid," Annabeth heard one of the older girls whisper. "Too bad about that daughter of Zeus. What's her name? Thalia?'

Annabeth Chase walked up to them, fists curled into balls. "I am not cute," she announced with a slight lisp. "I am seven years old. I am two grades ahead in math. I have killed monsters before. I am a daughter of Athena," At this point she placed her hands on her hips. "I am not cute," she repeated, walking away. "Besides," she turned back, seemingly not being able to resist herself. "Cute is a relative term." And with that she walked away, tears forming at her eyes, muttering to herself. "Cute? Me? How dare they think I'm cute!"

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! Please feel free to leave a review. PM me if you have any questions! :)