Percabeth High School
Percy's POV
I was so happy. I finally had the perfect girl. No other girl anywhere in the world would beat Annabeth. She was the prettiest girl ever.
The next few weeks of school went by in a blur. Annabeth and I were together almost everyday. As our first months passed, I was starting to fall in love with this girl. She was heaven. She was a goddess. That's how much she meant for me.
Slowly, Annabeth's dad started thinking that Annabeth and I dating was a good thing. My mom absolutely loved her. Which was embarrassing.
What was even weirder was that we found out that my mom and her dad had the same job. Working for this World War II Company in Brooklyn.
As April came, and school started winding down, our parents told us that on the 19th of April, they would leave to go to a school in Phoenix Arizona to teach about World War II for a full week. Annabeth and I would be in charge of Annabeth's little brothers, Bobby and Matthew. As the 19th came, which was a Friday, I was so nervous. I would get to spend the whole week with Annabeth.
Our last class of the day was Biology. I couldn't stop stairing at Annabeth. Admiring her golden blond hair. She was like an angel. The last seven months had just been amazing.
Finally, the bell rang. Annabeth and I sprinted to my car. When we got back to our apartment building, we saw my mom and Annabeth's dad waiting for us in the lobby.
"Could you too drive us to the airport," my mom said. "Just so you can have the car for school." We said sure, so we got in the back of the car and in a little while, we were at JFK airport.
We said goodbye to our parents, made sure that they were at the right terminal, and then drove back to New York City. That night, we put Bobby and Matthew to bed and we watched a movie in Annabeth's bedroom. When the movie was over, I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when I heard Annabeth's cell phone ring.
As I came out of the bathroom, I saw a tear running down her check. When she saw me come in, she quickly hung up the phone.
"What is it," I said.
"Percy," she said. "What was our parents flight number."
"Flight 282," I said. "Why what happened."
"There is a missing plane that was suppost to fly from JFK to Phoenix. The flight number was 282. And um, they just found the plane crash sight in Virginia, and um…they found our parents, and there dead."
