Annabeth Chase was unapproachable. When anyone came too close to her; the fourteen-year-old girl would shoot daggers with her stormy gray eyes.
Even though nobody spoke to her; everyone knew what her problem was.
Percy Jackson.
The boy who was assumed dead.
She would sit on the beach, mouthing words to the sunset, moon, and stars. She knew he was out there; she once told her sister.
"I want you back…" She said, her words aiming at the moon but intending to be for someone else entirely. "Please, come back to me. I know you're probably far away, but I don't care. If you can make it, I will kill you. If you don't…"She had tears in her eyes. "I'll kill you all over again."
Everyone spied on her; heard her words and laughed. They thought she was crazy. Talking to the moon, trying to get to Percy. They knew that she was trying to get Percy to hear her….
She wondered though, what if I'm crazy just like they all say? What if I'm a hopeless believer? What if I'm just a dejected girl, looking stupid, talking to the moon, the sea, and the stars?
After all, that's what everybody said…
Even though the feeling wasn't appreciated by Annabeth, still, as soon as the sky was lit with amber and red, she was on the beach, talking to the moon. Alone.
"Percy, will you ever come back? You know, they think I've gone mad… If you can hear me, please come, please come. I want you to be thinking of me. I don't know why, seaweed brain, but I do…" She took a shaky breath, concentrating on the picture in her mind. His curious pale green eyes boring into hers. "Everyone's tlking about me, even though they don't know… Aren't you there? Percy, send a sign you idiot!" And she broke down in tears, lovestruck but blind.
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The day came. The sun glinted off the marble of the pavilion, the long, reaching crack seemed to light up. The campers all came in… Everyone sad, even those who were jeleous…
Annabeth was the only one who came up alone. She was fumbling with notecards full with bumbling, courageous, devoted words of a hero they would all remember. However, as soon as the trident began to melt in the fire, Annabeth tossed the cards over her shoulder. It was her turn.
She did what might have seemed like an easy thing, she spoke from her heart.
It wasn't easy.
After a few seconds, a lock of blond was stuck in the tear trailing down her face. She spoke of their friendship, of his bravery, and…
"He's right there!" She gasped, and her face started to flush with relief, but she drowned it with a twist of fury. She stormed across the marble floor to him. He looked… Good… Not that way, of course.
He wasn't dirty and bloody. He was clean, in clean clothes. His hair was comed and cut neatly. He had lost several pounds though.
Her original intent had been to punch him in the face, but instead she threw her arms around his neck. The first thought that exposed itself to her brain, for once blank with shock?
Oh, Percy, were you on the other side, talking to me too?
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Short, cliché, and horrible on my part… ^^