Hullo dear readers.
Sorry, I notice that I have a bad habit of changing writing styles half way.
Like, I will start referring to Annabeth as "she" then later it'll change to "I"
Just ignore it.
I do not own PJO.
There.
Done.
Easy peasy.
Hakuna Matata
Sadie
Percy's POV
What a day.
First, he had Calypso stalk
him in Facebook, then he had a horde
of girls chase him because of a
comment Calypso made and now she
was talking to him on the phone.
Obsessive creepy stalker much?
" So Percy, you wanna-" Percy cut her
was beginning to get annoyed.
"Look, Calypso, I'm not free now
alright? I'm doing a project at a friend's
house." He replied, obviously
frustrated. "No you're not," she replied
simply."Yes I- wait, how did you know?"
He asked, getting more creeped out by
the second." Oh, I'm just such a
PERFECT soulmate for you that I just
know. By the way, you look hot in those
pajamas, the only turn off is that it's
Nemo patterned," she said. He thought
for a while, then ever so nonchalantly
leaned back in his chair and peeked
out the window. Through his peripheral
vision, he could see a familiar pink
Porsche parked not too far away from
his house.
Calypso's car.
He shut the blinds of his window and
asked, "Well, what am I doing now?"
Silence.
"Look, Calypso, I can see your car, I'm
not blind."
Silence.
"Okay, Calypso, I know you like me-"
"Love" Calypso corrected.
Talk about awkward.
"Um, okay... I know you love me a lot
but seriously, Calypso, I'm getting tired
of all this. You love me, I don't. And
you stalking me is kinda creeping me
out. You're invading my privacy. So
could you stop? Please Calypso. It's
making you look pathetic."
He heard sobs at the other end if the
line. Damn, he hadn't meant to do that.
'' Fine. But I will still woo you in school. I just
know that we're perfect for each other. Just give
me a chance and I'll prove it." Percy sighed.
"Fine, see you in school day, yeah?"
He put down the phone and got ready to sleep.
Tomorrow was gonna be a long day.
Annabeth's POV
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow was the day she had been looking forward to her whole life.
Tomorrow she would finally move out.
What will it be like? she wondered.
Would it be the start of a journey?Or the end of one? Did it signify good
years ahead? Would her life actually change?Would she make any
friends? A complicated whirlwind of questions swirled around her head.
She was so excited she could hardly keep still. "Now, now, Annabeth,
calm down." chided her nanny, Gilda, as she fidgeted about in her seat.
She was currently having dinner in the kitchen. She was supposed to
eat in the dining hall, but she found it too much of a bother. Her mother
was never there her father?Dead. Dead after a car
accident. Leaving her at the mercy of her cold mother. Her father had
actually left her with two twin brothers to look after but they, too, had
died after their 7th birthday from leukemia. Sighing, Annabeth took
a glance at Gilda. She wasn't much to look at. Greying hair pulled up
into a untidy bun,wrinkled face, callused hands and old clothes,she
really looked like any other cleaning lady. Except, if you look carefully
you realise that she's very much different. The wrinkles on her jovial
face were actually laugh lines and her old clothes, though torn and
tattered,exceptionally clean and pressed. She did not slump like the
other cleaning ladies but stood tall and proud. And her eyes sparkled
with this unspoken joy and contentment. She was different. And that was
what I loved about her.
Gilda has been my nanny for years now. Instead of my mother, it has
always been Gilda taking care of me. She was there when I took my first
steps, uttered my first word or baked my first cake. Hell, all these years it
has been Gilda who's has been making an album about my growing up
years! In fact, when I first got my period, it was Gilda who gave me the
"Awkward Talk". Now, even though I do not need a nanny, she still stays
here as a constant companion and confidante.
"Annabeth? Would you rather have cake or cereal?" Gilda asked.
"Ummmm... Can I have both?"I asked sheepishly. Gilda nodded and
grinned at me before proceeding to cook. Minutes later, a delectable
breakfast came served on a plate. Cold cereal with cake. I have such
weird taste. Each bite was pure ecstasy, the flavours seemed to explode
in fireworks of spices on my tongue. Sweet, sour,spicy...They all
attacked my tongue all at once. "Gilda, I know you've taught me
how to cook a lot of stuff and we're a little short of time but..." I trailed
off. Gilda smiled warmly at me, "Anything for you, dear,"
[Line Break to end of cooking thingy]
"Phew, sorry Gilda, the kitchen looks like it exploded." I remarked. I had
finally mastered the cake but in the process I had toppled over a little bit
of flour. Oh, who am I kidding, a lot of flour. I was positively caked in it.
Folding my apron I exited the kitchen. It was already 3pm. Something
was nagging my mind. I had a feeling that I had forgotten something.
Yawning, I slowly made my way to my room.
Ugh, is it even remotely possible to be sleepy at 3 in the after noon?
Suddenly, I remembered. I had to go to some fancy-dancy meeting at 2.45pm that day.
Ignoring everything else, I started running.
Oh crap, my mom was so gonna kill me.
So, how was it? Good? bad? Review please!
Hakuna Matata
Sadie