Annabeth's Point of View:
Falling. Thats What I felt like. I couldn't move a muscle, not like it would help anyways. Somehow I knew that there wasn't a bottom to this place. The world around me was pitch black, as if the earth swallowed its self whole. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make a noise. I could feel the sounds rush up my thought and out my mouth but what did I hear? Nothing. It was dead quiet. But by far the most terrifying part was, I knew that if there was a bottom, no one would be waiting there to catch me.
I woke with a start. My eyelids flew open to see me in my room. I held my hand up in front of my face and flexed my fingers. I let out a deep breath that I diddnt know I was holding in.
"Just a dream," I told myself "just a dream."
I continued to take deep breaths but my hands refused to stop shaking. I brushed loose hairs away from my face, then I realized that my eyes where flooding with tears. I decided to leave the warmth of my bed and take a shower, dreading what would happen if I stayed and fell asleep again. Running my hand along the smooth walls, I finally could the bathroom door handle. I turned it and switched on the light.
My bathroom was basically like any other bathroom. It wasn't huge, mainly because I live in a crummy apartment on long island. Of course it has a toilet and a sink and a bathtub that also worked as a shower. The room was painted a golden yellow color. I walked over to the shower and turned it to the hottest I would go. It usually took a minute or so to heat up. I sat on the lid of the toilet and gazed into a hand mirror. My eyes studied my blond hair, which ended just longer than shoulder length. My eyes where puffy from crying. I rarely ever saw myself cry and the only time I did cry was at home. Never at school, never. I completely changed my personality, almost like building a brick wall over my face and no one wondered what was behind the wall. I walked over to the shower and let the water run on my hand. I slowly peeled my pajamas off and stepped in the shower. The water hit my back like knives. I closed my eyes and let the water run on my face and down my shoulders. I washed my hair with lemon shampoo and conditioner and turned off the shower. As I stepped out,the cool air hit me like a tidal wave. I wrapped my body in a light gray towel and I wrapped my dripping wet hair in a pale blue one. I flicked off the light in the bathroom and walked to my room. The walls where pale gray, my favorite color. My bed was still messed up from when I got out earlier this morning. The white comforter was thrown in the floor and the dark grey sheets sat in a clump in the center of my full sized bed. I let my damp hair down and took out a pair of black jeans from my closet. I pulled on the skin tight jeans and slipped on a red turtle neck. I wrapped my hair blond back up neatly in the blue towel and looked in the mirror. I slightly adjusted my turtle neck and pulled up my jeans. I gave myself an approving nod before I made my way back to the bathroom.
I took off the pale towel and flung it on the white tile flooring. My damp golden hair tumbled down my shoulders. I opened a drawer and dug through it until I found a pastel pink hair brush with black bristles. I wrung out my wet hair, until it dripped a few drops of water on the floor, before I used the hair brush to comb through my hair. I took out a matching pastel pink hair dryer and plugged it into the power outlet. I switched It on and dried my hair. In a few minutes my hair was completely dry. I brushed through it one more time before I tied it back in a black pony tail.
"Annabeth! Let's go!" yelled an impatient voice from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes before switching off the light and walking towards the kitchen.
My mother, Athena Chase, was waiting in the kitchen with her hands on her hips.
"Come on," she said to me hastily "don't just stare at me!" I turned around and went to find my backpack, rolling my eyes as I walked. I picked my backpack off of the laundry room floor and shouldered it as I walked out the door. I opened the door to her white 2007 Lexus GS and got in.
"so you did your homework?" my mother asked from the drivers seat.
I nodded.
"packed your lunch?" she asked.
I nodded again.
"Extra credit?"
Another nod.
"are you sure you-"
"mom, I'm completely positive I did all of my assignments and extra credit" I told her.
"positive?" she asked again. I rolled my eyes.
"Positive." I confirmed. She gave me an unsure nod, making her curly blond hair bounce, before sticking the key in the ignition and driving me to school.
My mother looks a lot like me, just...older I guess. I'm not saying she looks old, because she doesn't. She looks about mid-aged. She has curly blond hair that reached to her shoulders. Today she was wearing a formal grey skirt that reached her knees and a white button down blouse. Her blond hair was wrapped up in a tight, formal bun. Her eyes where like mine, a light intimidating grey. The car slowed to a stop in front of the school.
"Make sure you turn in your extra credit!" she told me as I left her car. Sometimes I wish o could have a normal mom who would say "Have a nice day" or "love you Annabeth!". But no, my mother just cares about me and my grades. Nothing else.
I took a deep breath before pushing open the front door of Goode High school.
