A/N: I wrote this awhile ago. I have the next couple chapters written, but I doubt that I'll continue after that... But, on the other hand, maybe i'll get back into it. Who knows?
I don't own PJO, and some of the ideas I'm using belong to Cassie's Neighbor. Thanks!
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Clack-click-click-clack
The sound of fingers making gentle tapping noises on a laptop as they furiously type an entry. She hummed a song absentmindedly, trying to take her mind off the time.
Five minutes...
She finished the document and saved it, glancing at the clock as the screen loaded.
Four minutes...
Her humming grew more urgent as the clock took it's sweet time ticking.
Three minutes...
She chewed her lip, wondering if she should start pack up her things.
Two minutes...
No, she decided. Another few seconds won't matter. She stared at the clock, watching the slender hands slowly revolve around the circumference of the small machine.
One minute...
Come on, come on!
Clang-a-lang-a-lang!
Saved by the bell. How cliche. She forced herself to wait for the other kids to leave, then followed behind the horde of immature high schoolers.What a day, she thought to herself.
ANNABETH:
My Name is Annabeth Chase. I am 17 years old, and I am in my senior year of college. I plan on graduating class valedictorian. My best friend's name is Thalia Grace, but if you call her by her last name she'll punch your lights out. Trust me, I'm talking from personal experience here. She's a year older than me, and going to college in Arizona for electrical engineering.
Thalia's boyfriend's name is Nico. He's quiet and resigned, but if you piss him off, he will start throwing things. He's in my grade, and I end up hanging out with him a lot, just as friends.
I have a boyfriend named Luke Castellan. He's a great guy, but he has a temper problem, and he has a knack for stealing things. Just watch your wallet if you ever sit by him. He's looking to design a better security system to keep out burglars. Kind of Ironic, right?
My Dad's name is Frederick. I suppose he's an okay dad, but he would rather focus on his job, his wife, and his kids. See, my mom walked out on us right after I was born, so Dad had the honors of raising me alone. He fell in love with another woman and soon they were married and had two kids. So, I'm kind of the odd one out. Not that I mind, of course. My friends keep me company enough, and I can focus on my studies better without attentive parents badgering me to get out more.
I finished my first diary entry and closed my laptop. The bell rang and I let everyone else file out before I followed them.
"Annabeth? Could I speak to you for a moment?" I heard my English teacher, Mr. Blofis say behind me. What now? I think. I turned back towards his desk, and walked over.
"Yes, Mr. Blofis?" I asked, trying not to sound impatient.
"Annabeth, I see that you only scored a 98% on your last test. I wanted to say that you really should keep up with your studies." He smiled as he said this, and I knew he was just being silly. I grinned wryly back at him. "I'm just teasing. I pulled you over to tell you to keep up the fantastic work. With your extra credit, It bumped up the grade on your test to 100%. Now, I want you to go home, have a relaxed weekend, and don't forget to say 'Hi' to Nico for me!" He gave me a jaunty wave as I exited the room. Mr. Blofis always seems to know when I need a little cheering up. It always works too.
What a day, I thought to myself. I trudged to my locker, getting pulled every which way by teenagers itching to get out of this prison.
"Hey, sweetheart!" I turned to see Luke strolling up to me. He pulled me into a quick kiss, and I smiled against his lips. I turned back to my locker and opened it, revealing a small, pristine space. "How do you keep your locker that clean?" he asked.
"I dunno, I guess I'm just organized," I answered. I grabbed my things and kissed him goodbye. We both walk home, but in separate directions.
I turned a corner and literally ran into Nico. "Shit, Nico I'm so sorry," I said as I bend to pick up his things.
"Nah, it's fine. Say, what are you doing this weekend? I was wondering if maybe we could study together?" We finished picking up his dropped items and I handed them to him. He smiled gratefully.
"You mean, me helping you study?" He blushed.
"Yeah, Blowfish says that if I don't study I'm going to fail, and I can't afford to."
I grinned at him. "How's tomorrow around 2:00 sound?"
"Perfect. Thanks, Annabeth!" He turned the other way and ran towards the back doors of the school. I shook my head gently then continued my trek through the jungle some people call 'high school'.
As I walked through the front door, it began to rain. Just my luck... I pulled my hoodie over my head and picked up a steady jogging pace, my course set for my Dad's apartment. I swerved through alleyways and streets, across crosswalks and through traffic. By now, it was pouring rain so hard that I could barely see five feet front of me.
I was almost home to my parent's apartment when I reached a stoplight. I couldn't see what color it was, and I don't think anyone else could either. A tall guy pushed past me and walked across the street.
"Watch it!" I yelled after him.
People say that sometimes tragedies happen in slow motion, but this one didn't. I remembered seeing the lemon yellow taxi speed towards the him, and I knew it wasn't going to stop. I pushed to the front of the small crowd by the crosswalk, and sprinted into the street.
I collided with the stranger, sending him careening to the other side of the road. I breathed deeply, relieved that he was okay, whomever he was. I turned to look at the taxi, but it hadn't stopped. It was still speeding towards me, and I could hear brakes squealing against the wet pavement and muffled yells. The stranger looked back at me and shouted something. I caught a glimpse of sea-green eyes and dark hair under his hood.
Impact.
Pain.
I saw flashes of dark red droplets and lemon yellow. I felt like I had been steamrollered then blown up by a balloon-pump. I felt like I had been set on fire then dumped in ice water.
In summary, it was hell.
Well, that was cheery. If I get good reviews, I'll post the next couple chapters. -Cue evil laughter-
I'm bribing you, reader. R&R!
