Annabeth Chase had startling eyes,
That's what everyone told her.
Like an overcast summer sky,
Threatening to storm.
Annabeth was a tomboy as a kid,
If she really had a childhood at all.
She would play in the dirt,
Scab up her knees,
And wear her hair in a scraggly ponytail.
Well, that never really changed.
Annabeth Chase always hated spiders,
She hated not knowing things,
She hated girls who could flirt effortlessly,
She hated losing control.
And when Annabeth hated,
She didn't retreat.
She saw patterns that other people didn't notice,
Thought of a comeback before the other person even
Finished
Talking.
She was always on edge,
Poised to spring,
Wary to trust.
Until she met Percy,
The boy who smelled like saltwater,
Whose lopsided grin made her heart leap,
Who she knew she would always have.
Annabeth brought chapstick with her wherever she went,
Like a talisman,
And it became a nervous habit.
"It's like kissing vaseline," Percy complained once,
Before going in for another, laughing.
So yes Annabeth Chase was brilliant,
But that doesn't make her any different from me or you.
