Ummm this is my first story, so it probably wont be any good but it is about how Annabeth feels during the making of the Argo II. Its REALLY short but please read if you can…
Annabeth was walking on the beach, a cool hand ran through her golden hair, her feet left deep footprints engraved into the soft sighed, dried tear marks hastily wiped off glowed lightly in the setting sun.
The sky held traces of pinks and purples.
But all was not well for Annabeth as she constantly worried about Percy Jackson-her long time missing boyfriend. True they where soon going to go to the Roman camp, to find him and the other campers
for the quest;but she was nervous about whether he regained his memory or not. The ocean corresponded with her emotions, waves crashed harsh and sad against the beach. Dark hues of blues, greens,
and blacks whisked the water into a whirlpool of anxiousness. The wind whispered cruelly, mocking her.
Annabeth Chase sighed before pulling herself together, realizing if Percy remembered her he wouldn't want her to fret about him. So her put her gloomy thoughts to the back of her mind, and thought of
how she can help more, of how she would feel when she finally found him. She turned her back to the grieving ocean and slowly walked away. Then she smiled, slightly but surely, and knew she was starting
to heal, to be her self again.
Please comment, I really want to know what you think of it!