Dear Friend,

So we're one week into the new school year and I can tell you one thing, I hate it.

I mean I get that it's school and not supposed to be super fun, but this is horrific. We've got the usual groups of cliques. There's the pranksters, a group led by this one pair of twins. Then you got your skaters, stoners/smokers, rockers, "cool" kids, the jocks, the cheerleaders, the nerds, the band geeks, and the outcasts.

I'll give you one guess as to which one I'm in.

It's just ridiculous, but Hey, what are you going do about it?

But there is one thing that happened this week that I can tell you about. I was in my Honors English Class, I was listening and taking notes like usual. Then Mr. Feeny started to talk about poetry, which is my favorite subject. He dabbled on the greatness of poetry and how we can anonymously express how we feel and what we think. Then it went down hill, he started to talk about an assignment about it, which is all fine and dandy until he said the words "with a partner".

I can't work with a partners very well and now it's going to ruin my favorite subject.

Mr. Feeny went on "Now, I have already pre-assigned your partners. You and your partner are to put together a book. This includes writing about your favorite poet and your favorite poem, they do not have to be by the same person. You are also required to write a poem yourself. Both you and your partner will do this so the book should be anywhere from six pages to ten and it is due in two weeks time. So as soon as I call out the partners I suggest that you start right away." He said it all with that sly teacher smile that some children have come to hate.

Anyways I ended up being paired with this senior, Perseus Jackson. He is taking this class because he skipped it Freshman year, if you were wondering. This boy, Perseus, was a well dressed person. Button down shirts and nice jeans with polished off shoes. His hair was raven black and neat but was still a bit messy because of the cut. He gave out this vibe when you were around him, like he already knew who he was. He was comfortable in his own skin: unlike everyone else in the room. He carried a messenger bag with him, I remember because it was all white bag with Dr. Who buttons, and stickers from bands like My Chemical Romance to Ray LaMontagine. And in the places that the buttons and stickers weren't there where signatures; No messages just the signatures, by who's hand they came from, I do not know.

But I am telling you this because it is a rather interesting event, seeing as my luck is not the best. And maybe if my letters do continue, my Friend, I could tell you more. But as of now it is eleven thirty in the night and I am rather exhausted. Till I write again,

Love Always,

Annabeth


I'm sorry I've been gone so long. I'm just now starting to recover from my encounter with depression. But I am back! so hopefully I can keep this going. y'all keep your fingers crossed! :)

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