Beep Beep Beep Beep
Annabeth's alarm jolted her out of a dead sleep and she quickly stuck out her arm, clicking the stop button on her phone. Groaning, she rolled over and heaved a large sigh. The absolute last thing she wanted was to go to school today, but sophomore year was calling. After about ten minutes of laying in bed and contemplating existence, Annabeth rolled out of bed, and stumbled into her bathroom, where she stared at her bleary eyed reflection for a moment before washing her face and brushing her teeth. Back in her room, she threw on a Columbia sweatshirt and a pair of jeans and slung her backpack over her shoulder. She desperately wanted to go to school at Columbia, which meant her new uniform was anything with a light blue C on it. In the kitchen, she started the coffee maker and placed a piece of bread in the toaster. Her dad was asleep at the kitchen table, old Civil War maps spread around him. He had been totally engrossed in a new theory over the last few days, constantly on the phone with a professor friend from London, not paying any mind to her or her step-brothers, to the ire of her stepmother. Annabeth didn't care, she was used to the lack of attention. Her toast popped up and she quickly slathered some Nutella on the blackened bread (she liked it crunchy) and poured her coffee into a Yeti with an owl sticker on the outside. Just then, her phone buzzed. He must be here Taking a bite, she looked at her dad and sighed before kissing him gently on the head and walking out the door.
"Good morning!" Luke Castellan shouted over the loud music playing from his speakers.
"Hey," Annabeth tossed her bag into the back seat and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek.
She leaned back and closed her eyes, the familiar scene playing out once again. She had been dating Luke for three years now, and he had picked her up every morning for school, music blaring, her eating Nutella toast. It was the same for so long, and now she started her second year of high school with the familiarity lolling her into a strange mood. She should be happy, she knew, pulling up with Luke, the senior class president, ready for a year of fun. But doubts tickled the back of her mind. He was leaving for college soon, and they hadn't talked much about it, which scared Annabeth. Would he leave her for the first beautiful college girl he saw? And she didn't have time to worry about him. She was taking three AP classes and doubling up on math this year. If only summer would have lasted forever. Here she was, not even at school yet, back in the routine of stressing the crap out. They pulled into Luke's assigned spot in the senior's lot and he came over and opened the door for her, grinning that perfect white smile that made her fall for him in the first place.
"Are you ready?" Luke shut the door behind her.
"I was born ready," she tossed her hair over her shoulder and swallowed the lump in her throat.
