Happy Chapter 3 :D I am excited for this one idk why I just am. Enjoy!
It had been a few weeks since I got back, and things were not peachy keen. I wish I could say they were. My dad had been in his office most of the time so my only company was my stepfamily. Let's just say I did not spend much time at home. School was not that bad. I mean its school… what could ever be bad about school? It kept me away from my retched relatives too. So that was a plus.
Whenever I got back it would be the same thing. One of my stepbrothers would yell "She's back." My stepmom would mumble something under her breath. I would peek my head in my dad's office to say "Hi." And I'd go off to my room. I had no real issue with it. I mean, it's not like I had any desire to talk to anyone (I did not even want to talk to my dad much anymore). But, it was still good to be back.
Just as I was about to start on my homework my stepbrother Darion charged in and tossed something at me. "see." he said "I told you that you would get it back." I looked down at the journal he had taken from me and I was slightly scared to open it, but I did.
My designs for the buildings I wanted to make were scribbled over. Some pages even ripped out. And the whole book smelled like something… like… I realized what it smelled like and dropped it on the floor.
"You are disgusting" I yelled at him. Just then my younger step brother walked in "oh that was not his idea" he said slyly "It was mine. Me and him are a tag team." I glared at him. "Him and I. grammar, please" Is all I said in reply. Then they hurried out of the room.
I tossed my journal into the trash bin outside. I was sad to see it go, but there was no way I was keeping it!
A few more days passed since the journal incident, my father made Darion buy me a new one, which was pretty awesome. My dad knocked on my door and came in. "So, I think it is high time we get some stuff in this room" he smile. I smiled back, not that I did not like how things were set up but I needed a real bed, and a desk, and maybe a book shelf. Ooo I would love a book shelf.
We were out for a long time. It was great, just my dad and I. we ran around from store to store looking for what was best for my room. It was all about me which I loved. I did not know the last time I did something like this with my dad. Sure, every now and then he would have to walk off and take a call from work, or my stepmom (I swear I could hear here complaining through the phone). "So" he said. He started every sentence off like that. It was funny. I missed his so's. "We have gotten you a bed frame, a mattress, a desk, some lights, a chair, a rug, a… anything else you want?" it made me laugh the way he changed his thought in the middle of his sentence. "A book shelf" I said quietly. "Oh, how could I forget" he said shocked.
After we had finished up (and yes gotten me a bookshelf) we headed back to the house and put everything in my room. I spent the rest of the night sorting my books onto the shelf by genre, then by size, then by color. And by the time I fished with sorting them alphabetically the time was a grand total of 5:00 pm. So I decided to have dinner and hit the hay early.
The next day was Friday so I headed off to school. When I came home the house was strangely quiet. My stepbrothers were nowhere in sight to yell to my stepmom that I was back.
I walked into my room only to see my stepmom shuffling through my things. "Hey" I yelled to her. She looked up surprised "Oh, Annabeth" she said it like I was the one intruding in her room. She held up a photo "Who is this?" she asked. I looked at the picture. It was Percy, the only picture I got of him before we left camp, sure he was half turned away, it was blurry and his hand was in the corner of the picture as he was trying to cover his face, but I liked it; it was so him.
"Um that's my friend" was all I said. "Name" she said sharply. "Percy Jackson" I said quietly, I did not want to bring him into this. How did she get that picture anyway? It was stashed away in a book (that she was not smart enough to read) and under my bed… in a box… covered in a blanket. No I was not ashamed to have a picture of him that I held onto. I just, did not want other people to get the wrong idea, and of course my stepmother did.
"So." She said "is he your boyfriend?" She acted like she already knew the answer was no. So I did something dumb just to prove her wrong. "Yes" I said quickly. The shock on her face was priceless. She tried to say something but I cut in. "Yes" I repeated "Percy Jackson is my boyfriend."
Yup, that just happened! I hope you like it! I know I do! I posted this before any reviews were put up so I guess no responses for the last chapter. Oh well I'll do it next time.
Until the next chapter, Peace :D
