this chapter has terrible tense consistency. and is really redundant. I want an honest opinion. does this sound better in past or present tense?

Annabeth was in school, watching longingly as her classmates played games with each other. Two best friends, both girls, were playing a silly little game on their backs.

"eighty days around the world
x marks the spot
something about three boulders (anyone know the words?)
spiders crawling up your back ATTACK, ATTACK
spiders crawling up your b--"

Annabeth screams, a high-pitched noise filling the room.

Spiders were crawling onto her bed, all over, causing Annabeth to toss and turn, and trash all over her bed. She begs for them to go away, but they continue to crawl over her, causing indescribable pain. She feels shivers up her back, and this causes her to cry. She weeps and she screams, but no one comes for her. No one helps her. She, wisdom's daughter, is alone.

Annabeth wakes up screaming for her father. She is covered head to to in spider bites and spider webs. By the time her stepmother comes to see what is going on with her, the bite marks have mysteriously disappeared, along with the spiders, that hide at the presence of others. Her curly blond hair is a wreck, her stormy grey eyes filling up with tears. Those tears start to drop down her face, and her stepmother yells at her. "Quiet. You'll wake up your brothers. And I'm not going to tell this to you again. Stop spreading lies. You're scaring your brothers."

She may be only seven, but she's smarter than most. Smart enough to know when and where she's not wanted.

Annabeth eyes her stepbrothers' LEGOs with a hungry look in her eye. She asks her father, Frederick, if she can play with them, and he says yes mindlessly, his focus on his studies rather than his child. As a professor, Dr. Chase spent little time with Annabeth's step family rather than with his daughter.

The seven year old girl creates an architectural structure with the LEGOs that should have been way to complex for anyone her age. Once her half-brothers see her playing with their toys, they ask to play. Annabeth refuses, knowing that if she plays with them, she will be punished. The two year-old twin boys, Bobby and Matthew, started yelling. "Mom! Ann'beth's playing with my LEGOs."

"They're mine. Not yours, butt face."

"Annabeth, don't play with your brother's LEGOs," Mrs. Chase says firmly. "And boys, stop fighting."

Under her breath, Annabeth mumbles, "Tattletale."

School for a Annabeth was torture. She had been kicked out of far too many schools for her stepmother's liking. Her father just claimed that she was a bright and gifted child, but a late bloomer, and that it would take some time for her to fit in. She was a quick learner, and smarter than all of her classmates, but with her dyslexia, it was almost impossible for her to read. She was teased endlessly for it, and it didn't help that she had ADHD too, which made it very hard for her to stay focused.

There was more to her troubles at school. Most of her teachers hated her for her intelligence and intellect, as well as her attention and reading disorders. And at school, she was as lonely as she was at home. Annabeth had no friends; no one liked her, and she was called a freak. Everybody except for one blond-haired boy, Malcolm. They were the braniacs in the class, although both of them had ADHD and dyslexia. (should dyslexia be capitalised?) All the other kids joked that they were long-lost twins, for they both had grey hair and blond hair, but Annabeth couldn't stand the other kid. It was like he was a carbon copy of her, only male. He always got the same answers as her, and he didn't have as much trouble with the bullies. But he was the closest thing she had to a friend. The kid named Malcolm.

Even her half-brothers, at the young age of two years had something against her. They would take the fake spiders they had from Halloween, and hide them amongst her belongings, making her freak out.

She knew her family wouldn't miss her if she left. In fact, they would be glad that she was gone. Then they wouldn't be in danger. The monsters would leave them alone.

So one night, wearing pyjamas, Annabeth ran away, with nothing but a hammer as a weapon against the monsters. And until she met two other demigods along her way, wisdom's daughter walked alone, as the mark
of Athena burned through Rome.

okay. this wasn't really a one-shot, was it?
any suggestions for who i should write about next?