*Barney*
„Ahhh, fuck it", okay sorry I know this isn´t possibly the best way to start a story. But it actually describes my life pretty good. First of all, I´m not very popular...sure, when I sing of play the violin they all come Oh Barney! That was awesome! Can you do this again? But when I need a lab partner they all stay miles away. But that´s not the problem, I have my big brother James who takes care and cheers me up...I don´t need them anyways….
The bigger problem is that trouble seems to chase me…. If you´d ask 10 People if I´m a trouble child 9 would answer yes, the other person (my mom) would tell them I´m special.
I know what you say now, anybody does trouble! You´re not an exemption, just stop making it! The problem is I´m not doing trouble... trouble does me
"BARNABAS STINSON! Are you even listening?" I shruk as I hear Mrs. Watter´s voice. Shitshitshitshitshitwhatdidshesay? "Ehhhhmmm…Jesus is always the answer?"
*Percy*
I´m on the beach, staring out the ocean, this is the only place in which I don´t seem to get trouble… My hand slowly slights through the sand, feeling the sand running through my fingers, feeling the soft breeze, breathing in the salty air. I sight as I think of the person I came here to forget. To forget that it´s still 9 weeks leaved to see her again.
Annabeth.
Come on Percy! It´s only 9 weeks! Stand up! Don´t think of Annabeth anymore...not of her hair smelling like summer, not off her eyes, grey like a rainy day in Vancouver, not of her- DAMN IT! Okay Percy! You can do it!
I stand up...motivated and with a slight grin on my face, I can do it! As I hurry walking up the beach I trip over the thing I wrote in the sand and as I look down I realize is was...a heart.
Seems like the thing with the love is more difficult that I thought.