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Leadership
"Annabeth?" I groaned. We we're currently in Cabin Three, I was lying on my bunk with my arm thrown over my face, and Annabeth was sitting on the bed opposite mine.
"Hmm?" I glanced over at her a saw her reading a book. Nothing out of the ordinary there.
"Annabeth?" I groaned again, this time stretching her name out longer.
"That's nice Percy." She didn't even look up from the book.
"Annabeth!" I shouted.
"What!?" She asked annoyed, finally looking up from her book.
"Why am I always the one that ends up having to lead?" I glanced over at her and saw a genuinely annoyed look on her face.
"Well did you know," I internally groaned, "In ancient Rome, it was considered a sign of leadership to be born with a crooked nose?"
"Okay what does that have to do with anything?"
"You asked why you we're always made a leader."
"Yeah, but I don't have a crooked nose."
She cocked her head. "Are you sure Percy? It looks pretty crooked to me." I could see her trying hard not to smirk.
"I do not!" I protested.
"I dunno Percy." She said no longer fighting back her smirk.
"Well-" he thought for a moment, "Well you have a crooked nose."
"I'm fine with that, if it means being a leader, and would you look at that I am one."
I groaned into my pillow.
I heard Annabeth get off the other bed, she came over and got right next to my ear, "But if it makes you feel any better, I think your nose is cute." I couldn't help the grin that spread to my face.