Annabeth POV
I woke up right when the sun started to rise into the sky. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 4:29 am. I rolled myself off my warm bed and took a cold shower. That wokeme up for sure. I quickly got dressed and went to the kitchen.
"Good morning Grandpa." I said as I poured a cup of coffee. "Morning, Annabeth can you milk Bertha today?" Grandpa said not even looking up from his newspaper. "Sure Gramps." I said before going outside.
I walked to the barn swinging the milk pail back and forth on the way. I approached the cow.
"Hey Bertha." I kissed the cow on the head. I sat down on the milking stool and started to milk the cow. I hummed the song "Home on the range."
After filling the bucket full, I carefully took it to the house. As I arrived at the house, I saw most of my friends were awake.
"Morning girls! Today, we have to prepare and help with the festival. Go to Grandma Hera and she'll give you a list of what to do so chop, chop." I said with full confidence.
The girls quickly got dressed and got to work.
I counted 4 girls...hmm...THALIA! I rushed upstairs and went into her room.
Thalia was covered by her blankets, but I could still see bits of her hair.
"Thalia, come on. You have to get up. Today is a busy day and-" I was interrupted by a pillow that Thalia threw at me.
"Ms. Grace, I'm sorry, but you leave me with no choice." I said with an evil voice. I ran downstairs and got a pail of cold water. I grabbed it and went upstairs to Thalia's room. "Last chance..." I taunted.
Suddenly, I tore the blankets off of her and I poured the cold water all over her. She shot out of the bed looking very cranky. She started to yell at me with words that I didn't need to hear. After a few minutes of swearing, she began to calm down.
"Your list is on the table." I said as I closed the door. I went downstairs and got to work.
My first task was to go get some strawberries from the garden. I scooped my basket up and walked to the strawberry field. As I was walking past the barn, I stopped and dropped my basket.
I quickly ran to the barn and hid behind the door to get a closer look. I peeked into the barn and saw Percy and Rachel laughing there heads off. Her hand in his hand.
All of a sudden, I felt like my heart got stabbed with daggers.
I didn't even realize that I was crying. I quickly wiped my tears away, grabbed the basket and ran away.
Sorry, short chapter! Should it be Percabeth or Perachel? Tell me in the reviews!
