Tragedy of the Ballpoint Pen
Annabeth Chase was staring at the pen.
Normally, she would not have glance a second glance at Riptide, but as time went on, it was getting more and more annoying, like Percy.
Percy. Annabeth snorted. Percy Jackson was the most annoying being alive. As time went on, she would eat his own pants then actually date him. Maybe she wouldn't. She could maybe challenge him into eating her pants.
But that was nit what she was here for.
Annabeth rubbed her hands together. She relish times when she could truly be alone, away from the noisy Athena cabin, and Percy's room, even though it smelled like seaweed(thus 'Seaweed Brain'), and sweat. She remembered the first time she met him, spitting saliva all over her face while he was sleeping.
Annabeth got out a hammer that she had borrowed from her dad's tool box to 'do something really important' cautionary tipped over Riptide, rose her hammer-
And smashed it in two.
She kept hitting, smashing the pen until it laid in broken pieces. She gave a satisfied smile.
This was what he got for betraying her.
A/N: I don't think Riptide could mend itself into one piece again...
Just a little piece after a break from From the MixedUp Files of Palpatine.