This is my first fanfiction, so please no flames. Constructive criticism, however, is welcome. Some characters may be OOC, so please don't feel the need to say anything about that. Also, please note that some parts may contain mature(ish) language and content.
Annabeth povI can't believe this. I'm so excited. Today i'm going on a 8 1/2 hour flight to Italy to see my boyfriend, Luke. I have something super important to tell him. Suddenly, my phone starts ringing. When i pick it up, it's Luke! So I answer, and when i do, he says "Hey honey, I have something to tell you." "Me too!" I reply. "You first." He says. "No." I say, wondering what he could have to say. "Okay, then." He says, and I detect a faint sound of regret in his voice. "I think we should… break up." I am shocked. "Annabeth? Are you still there? I guess we got cut off." He hangs up. Why would he want to do this? How could he do this? A tear starts rolling down my face, then another. One for me, I guess. And one for my unborn child.
Percy pov
"PERRCCY!" My girlfriend, Rachel Elizabeth Dare whines. "I want to sit in the first class. Daddy said I could. SO I WILL!" she screams, stomping her foot. This last part is not really directed at me, more at the flight attendant. " I'm sorry ma'am, but your tickets say seats 9a and 9b." "Fine." Says Rachel, "how much can I pay you to let us sit there?" "Ma'am, i'm-sorry, but…" "Ten million." I cut in. "Excuse me?" She says, clearly shocked. "Ten million." I repeat. "Well… I'm sure I can make an exception. 2a and 2b." She says with a wink, and we board the plane. Rachel has, like, 5 bags, so i'm stuck carrying them all, along with her purse. We sit in a 2-seater, and buckle up. When the plane takes off, I grip Rachel's arm. I HATE FLYING. It's a phobia. I look around the plane. There's a 19-or-so-year-old blonde girl crying, a brown haired young girl yelling at two boys, a blonde dude, a kid who looks like a latino Santa's elf that's had way too much coffee, and a pretty flight attendant flirting with a blonde guy. Okay, that's a lot of blonde people.
A blonde flight attendant (creepy) shows us the safety procedures as a honey-voiced woman says them out loud.
"To buckle, insert the metal piece into the buckle. To unbuckle, push up the tail. There are 6 emergency exits located throughout the plane, with four located around the windows. In case of an emergency, the lights in the hall will illuminate, showing the ways to the exits. Blah blah blah, cabin pressure, blah blah blah, mask, blah blah blah, please note that air is flowing, blah blah blah.
I start to zone out as the safety session ends. Rachel is chatting away about some outfit she saw in some magazine. But all I can hear is sobbing. I think it's coming from that blonde girl I saw earlier. I wonder what she's crying about.
Annabeth POV
Tears have started rolling down my face. What did I do or say wrong to make Luke not love me anymore? Is it me or him? I start to sob, and I can almost feel my child crying with me. I stare out of the window, and at that moment, someone sits down next to me.
It's a girl about my age, with short, choppy black hair and electric blue eyes. She's wearing a shirt that has a barbie doll with a popped off head on it and says DEATH TO BARBIE. Her leather jacket has random pins on it that say things like: Punk isn't dead, You are, and, Keep staring at my body and I'll break yours in half.
She looks over at me and smiles. Even though her clothes are scary, there's something about her smile that comforts me, like she is showing me her nice side.
"I'm Thalia." She says, and holds out her hand to shake.
"Annabeth," I reply, shaking her hand.
"What are you crying about?" She asks curiously.
"My boyfriend just dumped me, and I'm pregnant." I say, sniffling a bit.
"I'm sorry," Thalia says, and she gives me a side hug.
I don't know why, but this kind of makes me feel better. Thalia's so friendly, I can't stay super sad.
"If it makes you feel better, I'm terrified of heights." Thalia says with a smile. "Maybe we can comfort each other."
I nod, and she grins, the kind of grin that makes you nervous, but makes you smile back.
"Friends?" She asks, holding out her hand.
"Friends." I respond, and take her hand.
Percy POV
About an hour into the flight, I start to relax. There's only been a spot of turbulence, and that was barely noticeable. Rachel is chewing gum and reading a fashion magazine. I've just started to fall asleep when a young flight attendant comes over. She's pretty, beautiful, really, with choppy hair in a braid, native american skin, and eyes that seem to blend colors. Like I said, pretty, but not my type.
"Hi there!" She says in a voice that sounds genuinely friendly. "Can I get you two anything to drink?"
Rachel gives her a look. "Can I have some Buchanan's?" She asks, staring at the girl, who's name tag reads Piper.
"Excuse me?" Piper says, a bit confused.
"Or if you have J&B, that's fine too," Says Rachel.
Piper still looks confused, so I decide to cut in.
"She means whiskey," I say, pointing at Rachel.
"Do you have an ID, miss?" Piper asks, a bit frustrated.
"Do I need one, you bit-"
"Rachel!" I cut off, her actions embarrassing me a little.
She pouts, then waves Piper away. I give her an apologetic look. As she walks away, the blonde girl watches us curiously. It's then when I notice her eyes. Stormy gray, the color of a rainy sky.
Just then, the plane lurches to the side, causing several people to scream. Piper rushes over to the intercom and talks in that sweet, kind, compelling voice of hers and tells us to please remain calm, to stay in our seats, to put on our seatbelts. The plane goes silent as people obey, but when the plane tilts again, people panic.
Utter chaos. Several people yell as the plane twists wildly, someone is praying, girls are squealing and running down the aisle to the back. A dark-haired girl yells something like "I'm coming Ni!" as she rushes down the aisle from the front, and I hear a faint response from the back. But the plane lurches forward, and the girl is shot forward, along with a flight attendant cart, a purse, and several cups.
The plane flips, and I feel something wet. Rachel. Her head is on my lap, and she's crying hysterically. Not sobbing prettily, like the blonde girl, but making an odd shrieking noise and dripping tears like in an anime. The blonde girl! In my jumble of thoughts, one thing connects to another and I look up to make sure she's okay. She's...passed out on the aisle floor! I try to pry Rachel off of me, but she cries louder. A raven-haired girl with scary blue eyes is trying to wake her up.
That is all I see before we are plunged into darkness.
End chapter one
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