Just a Little Bit

This is a personal fulfillment fic, because the only other one I've got going with this topic has it as part of an interweaving plotline, and it's a guy character. This wikia, however, is my haven for bad!fics, and so I'm posting this one. Short, sweet, and to the really screwed up point.

==	Just a Little Bit==

She was perfect, of course. Everyone knew that and everyone said that.

At least in the mortal world they did.

In the demigod world, though, Annette Myers was just another girl. She didn't have a lot of powers; she wasn't exceptionally strong or an extremely good fighter; she wasn't even breathtakingly beautiful like some of the campers. She was just normal, old Annette. Fourteen, medium height, medium build, with a godly parent who wasn't even exciting: Demeter.

Annette knew that was what had started it.

Not being a child of Demeter, no: it was coming to Camp Half-Blood in the first place. She had been eleven, and the more she thought about it, the more she knew it had been a mistake. She had been going through enough--her step-mother had been divorcing her father (neither of them had ever paid her much attention anyway), she was about to switch schools, her first best friend had just moved away and her second had abandoned her for a differet group of friends--and without even meaning to, it had happened.

Now, Annette couldn't stop. Tears welled in her eyes as she retched, the acid burning at the back of her throat. She coughed twice, just to make sure it was all good, and wiped the tears from her eyes as she straightened her camp shirt. Strategically, Annette used the grass to cover the pile with her foot, and after a moment of kicking all that was left was an odd smell--something Annette knew from experience would fade by morning.

Without a glance behind her, Annette hurried off. It had been a terrible night with a terrible binge and a terrible purge, and she didn't need a lecture about her being out after curfew to top it off.