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Annabeth's POV
I woke up to the sound of an alarm. This confused me because I've been a High School graduate for the past 3 months.
I soon came to the realization that today was the first day of college.
Of course, I wanted to get out there and become someone, someone people will remember. But at the same time, I really didn't want to get out of bed.
After laying there for 30 seconds, I got up out of my comfortable bed, that I will long to miss, to go take a shower.
When I finished my shower, I picked out my clothes. I decided to wear a white top with a red flannel shirt to go over it, black jeans and black converses.
For my hair, I ran with a ponytail. I could have straightened it but not only will it take a long time, it also would have given off a "Dumb Blonde" vibe.
Although, I could surprise everyone with my intellect and prove that even blondes can be smart as well. But that seemed like a lot of work.
Right now, my mind is focused on college and getting my Bachelors degree, not what some people will say about me based on my appearance. Plus, it shouldn't matter in the first place.
Anyway, when I walked downstairs I began making myself a bowl of cereal. As I sat down, my dad walked downstairs as well.
"Good morning, Princess," my dad said as he kissed me on my brow.
"Princess" was a nickname I got when I was 5 years of age. My parents were to get married and I was the flower girl.
At this time of my existence, I was watching movies that portrayed strong and intelligent girls, and I wanted to be much the same as them.
I told my dad this and I was no longer the "Flower Girl" but "The Princess."
"Good morning, dad," I said eating my cereal.
"On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the best, how well did you rest?" asked my dad.
"Since I didn't want to get up towards the beginning of the day, I'd say a 10," I said chuckling.
"I require you to know, Annabeth, that despite the fact that your mom isn't here, doesn't mean you have any less of assistance," said my dad.
"I know dad, and you've done a great job at raising me these past years," I said.
"But I also need you to know that the chance of becoming famous is one in a million," said my dad.
"A very small chance but a chance nonetheless, dad," I said.
"Okay, Princess. But if this whole music thing crashes and burns, you could take after your mother and follow through with architecture," said my dad.
"It's not going to, I can promise you that. Plus, architecture was mom's passion, music is mine. Why can't you understand that?" I asked him.
That's when my alarm started ringing.
"I'll be down in 5 minutes," I said as I put my bowl in the sink and ran upstairs.
When I got to my room I started packing my things. My clothes and books all went into separate bags but my instrument essentials were...a little tricky. I ended up having to carry 6 bags but I managed.
All that I needed to do was check my checklist that I made last night so I could make sure I had everything.
"I have my keyboard and it's case, my guitar and it's case, my ukelele and it's case, my songbook, my clothes and my hair ties. What am I forgetting? Oh yeah! My books!" I said talking to myself.
I looked over the books that I have.
"I have my Harry Potter series, my Hunger Games series, and The Kane Chronicles series," I said talking to myself once again.
That still didn't seem like enough books but fortunately, Goode University had a library.
Hopefully, they have the Divergent series. I've been begging my dad to give me the "assistance" to buy it but he says it's a waste of money.
After I packed my things, I walked downstairs and out the door, ensuring I shut and locked it behind me, and put my belongings in the trunk of the car.
When I got in the car, my dad started complaining about how many bags I had and asked me about all that was in it.
"All I brought were my clothes, essential items for this year of college and a few book series. It's honestly not that much, dad," I said.
It took us about 2 hours to get there because we don't live close to it, but Goode University is one of the best colleges in Manhattan, so it was worth it.
Plus, it has dorm rooms, so us driving for 2 hours to get there is only happening once every 4 years.
When we finally arrived at the university, I got out of the car, proceeded to get my belongings out of the trunk and turned towards my dad.
"I can't believe this day has come already. It seems like just yesterday I was figuring out how to put on your diaper," said my dad.
"Dad-" I said.
"When you're gone, don't forget to write," said my dad.
"Dad-" I said.
"Or call," said my dad.
"Dad-" I said.
"Or even email me," said my dad.
"Dad-" I said.
"Do kids still do that now?" asked my dad.
"Dad! I'll be sure to do all of those, no, we don't email unless we have to and I'll be fine," I said.
"I know, I'm just so proud of you, Princess," said my dad.
"Thank you. I'm gonna miss you," I said.
"I'm going to miss you too," my dad said embracing me.
Once I let go, I said goodbye to him and walked towards the entrance of the building.
When I walked in I was immediately mesmerized and impressed. There was the main lounge room, halls, and stairways that led to different places in the school. There were even designated floors to each and every career/major.
I looked over to my right and began walking towards, what I am assuming, was the main desk.
"Hi, is this where I am supposed to get my assigned dorm?" I asked politely.
"Yes, this is. What's your name?" asked a male.
"Annabeth Chase," I said setting my things down.
"My name is Chiron Brunner but you may call me Chiron. You are in dorm number 18. Here is your key and pamphlet," he said handing me my essentials.
"Thank you, Chiron," I said picking my things up and walking towards my dorm room.
When I arrived, there I set my belongings down to knock.
"Hold on!" a girls voice shouted from the other side of the door.
"Sup, I'm Penny. You must be the new roommate," the girl said as she opened the door.
I analyzed her.
She had tan skin, sea-green eyes, a nose-ring, her hair was up in a ponytail, which revealed a Deathhawk haircut, a tattoo of a trident, gray sweatpants, an MCR t-shirt and a pair of Adidas.
"What?" she asked me as she raised her eyebrow and chuckled.
"Nothing. I'm Annabeth. Nice to meet you," I said.
"You too. Come on in," she said.
As I grabbed my things and walked in, I heard her close the door.
I looked around the room and noticed that there were a wall and a door that divided each side of the room. Only then did I notice the bags in the middle of the floor.
"What's with the bags?" I asked her.
"I was waiting for my roommate to get here before I picked a side of the room. But now that you're here, which side do you want?" she asked me.
"I think I'll take this side of the room because it's closer to the kitchen," I said.
She chuckled.
"Wise choice," she said.
"Do you need any help unpacking?" I asked her.
"If you want to help, I'm not going to stop you," she said picking up her keys and pamphlet while walking into her room.
I picked up one of her bags and walked into her room as well.
As I begun to unpack her bags, I noticed a camera.
"Hey, Penny?" I asked aloud.
"What's up?" she asked as she entered her room with a couple of bags.
"What's your major?" I asked her.
"Film and Photography. What about you?" she asked me.
"Music Composition," I said.
"That's cool. Why are you so into it?" she asked me.
"Everyone loves music. People who make music are always engraved in one's mind and they leave their mark on the world for generations. I just want to be remembered," I said unpacking some more bags.
"Do you have any samples of music?" asked Penny.
"I have some songs in my songbook that we can look through when we're done," I said.
"Okay," she said.
About 30 minutes later, we finally finished unpacking.
"Why would you pack so much stuff?" I asked.
"Me?! You're the one who came in with 6 separate bags. I only walked in with 3," said Penny.
"Touche,'' I said.
"Now go sing something," said Penny.
"What?" I asked confused.
"You said we could look through your songbook. I just assumed that you were going to sing something from your songbook. Is that not what you're doing?" asked Penny.
"Oh, right," I said.
I ran to my room got my songbook out of my suitcase. I opened a random page that read "Who Will I Be."
"Is it okay if I just sing the chorus?" I asked her while walking back to her room.
"Go ahead," she said motioning for me to go on.
Who will I be?
It's up to me
All the never-ending possibilities
That I can see
There's nothing that I can't do
Who will I be?
Yes, I believe
I get to make the future what I want to
If I can become anyone and know the choice is up to me
Who will I be?
"It's not that great but it's all I have at the moment," I said closing my songbook.
"Are you kidding? That's better than great, that's amazing,'' said Penny.
"That's a first," I said quietly to myself.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked me.
"My dad doesn't encourage my passion for music. He says that there is a one in a million chance of getting famous. I want to be the one to prove him wrong but this isn't going to cut," I said walking out of her room.
"What are you talking about? You have talent. Some people can't see that," Penny said following me out of the room.
"Oh, but you can?" I asked turning towards her.
"Yes, I can. You're definitely going places," said Penny.
"Wow, thanks," I said taken back by her kind words.
"No problem. Now, do you need any help with your bags?" she asked me.
"I think I got it, but thanks for asking," I said.
"Don't mention it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go wander around the campus. See you in a bit," Penny said casually walking out the door.
As she walked out the door, I started unpacking my things.
First, were the books. I sorted them on my nightstand by the date to which they were released. The order was Harry Potter, Hunger Game and then The Kane Chronicles.
Second, were my shirts. I hung all my bright colored shirt in the closet and put my dark colored shirts in the third drawer.
Third, were my pants. My pants were set in the drawer above my shirts because no one I know color coordinates their pants.
Next, were my bras and underwear. I put them in the first drawer because when I wake up in the morning, I don't want to have to bend down to get my underwear. It's just not a thing I do, deal with it.
Last, were my shoes. I put a pair of my house shoes next to the dresser and the rest were put in my drawer.
Finally, I had got done unpacking and put my suitcase, along with my instruments, in my closet. As I was doing so, I heard a knock on the door.
"Coming," I called out.
"That's what she said," said a girls voice.
"You know that's not what she meant," said a boys voice.
I walked over to the door and opened it.
"Could we not have this conversation right outside my door?" I said.
"Well then, where would you like to have it?" asked the boy.
"Definitely not in your room," I retorted.
"Owned," said the girl.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm Thalia and that's Nico. We just came to say hi and please excuse him. I don't why he's trying to hit on you, he has a boyfriend" said the girl.
"Will isn't my boyfriend!" shouted Nico.
"Whoever said it was Will?" I asked.
"Owned again, Death Breath," said Thalia.
"Shut up, Pinecone Face," said Nico.
"Pinecone Face?" I asked aloud.
"One time, we were racing towards a Pinecone Tree she ran into it, Thus earning the name Pinecone Face," said Nico.
I laughed.
"I thought you were on my side!" shouted Thalia.
"Well then tell me about the name Death Breath," I said.
"It's because of his major," said Thalia.
I looked at Nico expectantly.
"My major is Thanatology," said Nico.
"Oh. That's not something you'd want to mention at a potluck," I said chuckling.
Nico laughed.
"What's your major?" I asked Thalia.
"Hypnotherapy. I like messing with the mind," Thalia said as she did strange motions with her fingers.
"When you you graduate could you come over my house?" I asked.
"Why?" asked Thalia.
"Because my dad said that he lost his," I said.
Thalia laughed.
"I like you. What's your name blondie?" Thalia asked me.
"One: Don't call me Blondie. Two: It's Annabeth," I said.
"Well, Annabeth, now you have two nicknames," said Thalia.
"What might those be?" I asked crossing my arms.
"Blondie and Annie," Thalia said chuckling.
"Whatever. It was nice meeting you guys," I said.
"You too. Bye, Annabeth," said Nico.
"Bye, gay midget," I said.
"Hey-" said Nico but I cut him off by slamming the doors in his face.
I heard Thalia laugh from behind the door.
"Don't bother saying it because I already know. Owned," said Nico.
I chuckled.
"This will be an interesting year," I said as I flopped down on my bed.
There you go, everybody! Here is my new story and I intend on finishing it. Make sure to review on what you liked about the chapter and what I can do to improve. Bye!