What if I wake up on and this is just a freaky very vivid dream~Annabeth Chase
Annabeth's POV
"Where's Annabeth, is she here?" I heard my father's worried voice. Matt paused the game.
"Daddy's home!" He cried in delight. He ran off with bobby hot in his trail. I groaned and stood up. I carefully made my way to our bedroom door. I leaned against the door frame and pulled my band off my wrist. I pulled up my hair into a sloppy bun. I watched my father with a cold glare. His worried brown eyes rose up to meet mine.
"Annabeth, come here" he pleaded. I carefully walked my way to him. I knew Matt and Bobby could sense the tension between us because they kept glancing back and forth at us with worried looks. He hugged me.
"Annabeth, I'm sorry. I guess, I guess you are right, but Annabeth-"
"shhh, stop talking I get it dad." I interrupted. I pulled away and looked at Matt and Bob. I playfully glared at Bob.
"You," I said pausing, "I thought you knew better than to pause a black ops match before it ended. He glanced at everyone before bobby whispered loudly,
"She's talking to you dude, you're dead." With that, he ran down the hall and I chased after him.
"FREDERICK! I KNOW THEIR MY GRANDCHILDREN BUT CAN YOU TELL THEM TO FUCK OFF, THE NEIGHBORS ARE GOING TO COMPLAIN AGAIN!" My grandpa yelled. Well, there's old man chase for ya, yelling from the bedroom mom and dad and him shared. I know, I know. But yes, we do live in his home. At least, for a while. Once grandpa yelled that, me and Matt stopped dead on our feet. I slid into my bed and hit start.
The match was over and we had already started a new game. Matt sat on the bed and grabbed his controller. After about half the game, bobby joined us. After about 6 long games, Helen called for dinner. I strolled along with my brothers to the dining table. Grandpa was already there in his wheelchair smacking his lips and rubbing his hands.
"Nice matching T-shirts, I hadn't noticed them." Helen commented. I smiled and bobby replied a thank you. Matt managed a sloppy grin. He had already slid in a chair and started eating. I sat down on the chair beside him and Bobby sat to the other side of him. Dad sat next to grandpa who sat next to me. Helen sat next to Bobby.
"Bobby, you do the dishes. " Helen stated.
"But, mom I'm too young." he complained.
"You're 8 years old about to be nine, our perfectly fine."
"Well, Matt is too. We should both do the dishes." Bobby added.
"Fine, Matt you help your brother do the dishes." Helen said in a that's final tone. Matt groaned but agreed.
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I yawned and stretched out. My alarm clock read 6:45. I swung my feet off the bed. I picked out a simple khakis and light blue shirt. That's my uniform, but I can wear skirts, dresses, blazers, anything as long as it's school colors. Which are white and light blue. I put them on went to the twin's side of the room. I picked out two nice navy blue collared shirts and jeans. I picked up the air horn. I snickered to myself before covering my ears and blowing it. Matt and Bob rolled off their beds, surprised. They rubbed their eyes.
"Get ready for school, no napping no nothing. Now scramble!" They waddled off to the bathroom. I threw the horn under their bed and walked to the kitchen to make breakfast.
"Hey sweetheart, make some scrambled eggs for your granddaddy." Grandpa never bothered to learn my name, that's why he used sweetie or sweetheart and stuff like that. Of course I was already going to make breakfast but I just want him to think I'm doing it for him. After I set the table he rolled up to it and told me,
"thank you, gray eyes." I smiled and ate my plate quickly. Once I finished Bobby and Matt came down the hallway, all dressed up and ready for school. I gestured to their plates before putting mine in the sink and washing them. They sat down and began eating. Once I finished washing my dishes, I walked into the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror, pounding what I should do for my first day. I decided on not getting much attention so I settled with a cute messy bun. I added a little bit of makeup to cover the very little pimples I had and stared into my eyes.
"You can do this." I told myself. I walked out of the bathroom and picked up my book bag and pulled it on. I put on my owl earrings and tried my best to put on my Yankees hat. It wouldn't fit with the bun so I took it off.
I picked up my phone and texted my mom, I'm ready for school mom. I got a present for you too. You should text me your address so I can mail it to you. Love you. :-* I thought about sending that emoticon before I sent it. My mom doesn't really like it when I send things like that. She thinks if I do that I'm turning into those stereotype teens whose brains are about the same size of a pea. I walked into the living room.
"Bob, Matt, are you guys ready?" I asked.
"Yup" they replied showing me their backpacks.
"Alright, let's go" I said. We headed out the door just before grandpa's homemaker came in. Yea, the old man was disabled, but he was very grumpy,. Except when his as he called her, 'beautiful girlfriend who happens to be my homemaker' comes here. We all smiled and waved before running off to the elevator.
"Score, it hasn't closed yet!" Matt said hopping into the elevator. Bobby walked up to the elevator and yawned. He walked inside when I did. Matt had already pressed the button so we are good to go. We waited for the door to close and stood there patiently. On the 8th floor the elevator stopped. A man walked in.
"Good morning" he greeted.
"Hi" Bobby said in an agitated voice as he slid down the wall to sit against it.
"Hey" Matt said and looked back at the numbers displaying what floor we passed or are on. Before I could say anything, the elevator stopped again . Bobby groaned and pulled on his hoodie.
"Not much of a morning person, eh" the man concluded. Bobby grunted in response as the lady pulled her cart in. She smiled at everyone and ruffled Matt's hair before turning back to the door. Matt fixed his hair and glared at the lady. I nudged him and he gave up the act. The next time the elevator opened a man walked in.
His pants sagged and he had a tear tattooed right below his eye. Everyone avoided him. Finally, we made it to the lobby. Tear-eyed dude stayed here in the lobby but Bob, Matt, the business dude, cart lady, and me walked outside. The lady walked into the parking lot along with the guy while bob, Matt, and I kept walking down the sidewalk. We walked past the fence's open gate that separates us from the outside city.
We walked up to the intersection where we were supposed to be picked up. There's a little neighborhood beside grandpa's building, thank god. Gramp's building is known for crazy disabled people, but now they're accepting normal people. But dad doesn't want to stay here. I don't either. Bobby sat down.
"Get up! The floor's dirty!" I told him yanking his arm so he could stand up. He groaned and Matthew chuckled.
"I'm a little scared for school, Annabeth. Me and Bob aren't going to be together. " Matt said looking up to me.
"Don't worry Matt, it'll be alright." I said. Bob pulled off his hoodie.
"It's gonna be fine Matt we'll see each other at recess and lunch" Bobby said hugging Matt. After about fifteen minutes of playing games on my phone and sharing with the boys, the bus arrived. The bus driver lady asked
"Are you their mom?" I smiled and shook my head. But seriously, do I look like a mom?
"Well, hon. I'm gonna need you to take this to ya'll's mother, all right?" she told me handing me some bus form slips. I nodded,
"Alright ma'am." I turned to Bobby and Matthew, took my phone from Matt and said to them, "Go ahead. Have fun at school." Matthew rushed up the steps with Bobby behind him. But then, Bobby slipped and almost tumbled back to me but he was holding on to the metal handle thing. A few kids laughed and he turned a light shade of pink.
"Bye Annabeth" Matt told me as the doors closed. Bobby just waved at me from the seat he was in. As the bus left i turned around to sit on the curb in the parking space. Now, no car could hit me. All of a sudden, a car honked at me.
"Annabeth, is that you?" a familiar voice called. A black car parked right next me.
"Hey Thalia!"
"Are you waiting for the bus?" I nodded as i stood up.
"Hop in, that shitty thing of a bus never comes at the correct time. You'll arrive at school for second period."
"Thanks for telling me," I said opening the door "I would've never known."
"Of course not, Chase. You're new around here!" Thalia said jokingly.
"HaHaHa," I said sarcastically as Thalia pulled back out into the street. Thalia put the radio up. Country music started up.
"Ah, this shit sucks" she said, "Hand me the CD case." I took it off the mirror thing and gave it to her. She braked for the red light and pulled out a CD. She shoved the CD into the component and threw the CD case back. Raise your glass started up by P!NK. I smiled as she started driving and singing a long.
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"What's your schedule?" Thalia asked me. I showed her my schedule. She gave me hers.
mine:
1st: Homeroom Ms. Bennett
2nd: Advanced Reading Mr. Grady
3rd: Architecture Mrs. Landminemer
4th: Lunch A
5th: Spanish Ms. Lucinda
6th: Greek studies and language Mr. Elope
7th: Free period
8th: Advanced Math Mr. Kiefer
9th: Study Hall Ms. Landchester
10th: Gym Mr. Kendrick
Thalia's:
1st: Homeroom Ms. Talioco
2nd:Gym Mr. Kendrick
3rd: Musical studies Ms. Lomaski
4th: Lunch A
5th: Spanish Ms. Lucinda
6th: Greek studies and language Mr. Elope
7th: Free period
8th: Study hall Ms. Landchester
9th: Reading Ms. Lions
10th: Advanced Math Mr. Kiefer
"We only get to be together in four periods" Thalia complained.
"But at least they're all in a roll" I said.
"And that's the bad part. I won't see you when school's almost ending or when school's beginning. Just straight down the middle!"
"Well, now you've just made it difficult to help you feel better." I said.
"Well, thank's for trying."
"Well, I'd better go. Bye" I said backing up and waving with my hand that wasn't holding my schedule.
"Bye Anna"
"Don't call me that!" I turned around and turned into the next hall.
how's that? I really hope you like it. I'll try to post everyday.
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