A/N: okay, so i told myself that I wasn't going to write anymore songfics for a while, because i have a lot of those, but i heard this song, and thought it was perfect for Annabeth. so, you know, the plot bunny kidnapped me and refused to let me go till i wrote it. anywho, please review and feel free to point out anything i could improve!
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Sometimes I think about you
Wonder if you're out there somewhere thinkin' bout me
I stared out into the night, sitting on top of Half-Blood Hill, my back resting against Thalia's pine tree. I was thinking about my parents; the father I hadn't seen in years, the mother I'd never spoken to.
And would you even recognize
The woman that your little girl has grown up to be
I had accomplished a lot in the last few weeks. Retrieving the master bolt, and all the adventures that had gone along with it. I felt older, more mature. I thought about how I'd been at seven. No, I doubted that my father, who had never really known me, would recognize me now.
Cause I look in the mirror and all I see
Are your grey eyes looking back at me
They're the only thing you ever gave to me at all
I didn't resent Athena, I really didn't. But that didn't stop me from feeling frustrated at times. It was one of my greatest desires to have my parents back together and loving me. I pressed my hand against the rough bark of the tree that encased Thalia, one of my first friends. I didn't want to end up like Luke, who hated his father, Hermes, and had betrayed the camp, the gods, me. But I really wished that my parents had played more of a part in my life.
Oh I hear the weather's nice in California
There's sunny skies as far as I can see
If you ever come back home to Carolina
I wonder what you'd say to me
Though I wouldn't admit it to anyone, I often imagined conversations between myself and Athena. I would imagine Athena congratulating me and telling me how proud she was. But I knew that it wasn't likely to happen. Demigods rarely got compliments from their Godly parent.
I think about how it ain't fair
That you weren't there to braid my hair
Like mothers do
I had always wanted a normal mom, one who was there for me and loved me.
You weren't around to cheer me on
Help me dress for my high school prom
Like mothers do
Did you think I didn't need you here
To hold my hand, to dry my tears
Apparently my parents hadn't thought I needed them. But . . . I had to admit, they were right, in a way. I had been taken in by Thalia and Luke. They had been my family. I turned my face to look at Thalia's tree again. This is what became of my family, I thought bitterly. Trees and traitors.
Did you even miss me through the years at all
Five years I had been away from my dad, on the run, then at Camp Half-Blood. If his previous behavior was anything to go by, my dad didn't miss me at all. But, he had sent my his class ring, invited me back, I guess . . . I guess my dad did miss me, at least a little bit.
Oh I hear the weather's nice in California
There's sunny skies as far as I can see
If you ever come back home to Carolina
I wonder what you'd say to me
Forgiveness
Such a simple word
You heard about it all the time. Forgiveness. People say to forgive and forget, but how?
But it's so hard to do
When you've been hurt
I looked back at the camp, which had been my home for the past five years.
FLASHBACK:
"You think you'll ever try living with your dad again?" Percy asked.
I looked away, not wanting to meet his eyes. "Please. I'm not into self-inflicted pain."
"You shouldn't give up. You should write him a letter or something." He continued to stare at me, and I thought I saw concern there.
I wanted to say 'shut up' or 'why do you care', but instead I settled for "Thanks for the advice," my tone hardened just thinking about my father, "but my father's made his choice about who he wants to live with."
END FLASHBACK
I thought about what Percy had said. Maybe . . . maybe this time it would be different. I might be able to stay with my dad . . . "Thanks for the advice, Seaweed Brain," I muttered. I got up and hugged Thalia's tree, before turning and walking towards the cabin. I had a letter to write.
Oh I hear the weather's nice in California
And just in case you're wondering about me
From now on I won't be in Carolina
Your little girl is off; your little girl is off
Your little girl is gone to Tennessee