Annabeth
Why I moved to California from New York is a mystery, even to me. I was born in New York, where we get maybe a day or two of sun. My mother tried to talk me out of it, but I had the final say. I really wanted to see my father, Fredrick, whom I haven't seen since I was just a baby. He and mom married and divorced young, with mom taking me with her when she left. Now at fifteen, I decided to move back with my dad. Now if I can only find him, New York's airport is huge.
"Annabeth!" I hear a voice calling my name. I turn to see my dad waving his arm, a smile on his face. Tears come to my eyes as I run over to him. Both of us have been waiting for this day to arrive for a long time. We embrace for a minute before walking to the airport parking lot.
"It's good to see you again dad." I tell him leaning against his arm as we drive down the road. When mom finally told me about my dad, I was eleven years old. She told me that he was just like me, shy and nervous, but smart as a fiddle, and that he was built for anything anyone threw at him. Now I see she's right. I'm all those things, which is funny, cause I have my mothers grey eyes and blond hair.
"It's good to see you too honey. I can't tell you how long I've waited to see you again." He say's, giving me a kiss on my head. I smile as we drive further down into the country. We finally arrive at a little house, a little walk away from a small town. I smile as some early memories come to mind. Dad making model airplanes, playing dress up with me, chasing me around the yard as mom cooks dinner. Good memories.
"I left your room alone. I never had the heart to change anything." He admits, opening the front door. I smile as we walk into the house. I gasp as airplanes hang everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. Dad gives a short laugh.
"Yeah, I forgot about those. I went on a building spree when your mother left with you. Normally, I'm a professor at the collage here, teaching history and wars mostly." He says, a small twinkle in his eyes. I laugh and give him another hug, just glad to be back home. I went upstairs to unpack, and sure enough, he left it just the way it was when mom and I left. A light sea green paint on the walls, and pictures of the sea and of mom and dad shortly after they married. I feel a bit teary, not being here in so long.
"I already ate honey. There's some left over pizza if your hungry. If not, go ahead and sleep. I maybe gone early, so I'll leave a note for you, okay?" Dad says, scaring the crap out of me. I didn't hear him come up the stairs.
"Yeah, that's okay. I ate before getting off the plane, so I'm heading to bed." I gave him one more hug, said goodnight, and fell asleep. It's good to be home.
I'm sorry I havent been writing lately. School has been a pain, and finding a job is no easy task either. So, I'm reposting some of my books, and started writing a new one that will be posted soon.