Just like I promised, here is chapter 11.
Chapter 11. No College, But Ice-cream
Pov Percy
As Annabeth and me keep walking down the street, something catches our eyes. A large group of people are circled around one of the big corporate buildings. We hear shouting and cheering in the distance.
"I wonder what that is?" Annabeth says.
"Let's check it out." We walk towards the big crowd, the large group cheers again. We start to see people holding signs and walking in a circle.
"No more tuition, No more school!" I hear someone shout. Annabeth instantly freezes after hearing those words.
"What is wrong with these people! Of course they need school! Do they want to go back to the Dark Ages and have the monks paint pictures just for them to know the bible stories? If it wasn't for the Renaissance we would still be in the Dark Ages!" She stops to catch her breath.
"Actually they didn't paint pictures; they made glass-pictures." I said proud of myself. She turned her head towards me slowly.
"WHAT!"
"Annabeth, I think your overreacting just a little bit. So what if they don't want to go to college." She paused for a second.
"Your right Percy, your absolutely right. I mean a lot of people dropped-out of collage and became millionaires. But what I'm talking about is dropping out of 10th grade or dropping out of 7th grade." She said extremely calm. The words coming out of her mouth didn't match her tone. That's when you're at the point of no return.
"You know what."
"What?" I asked hoping it was something not violent.
"Why don't I tell them."
"Tell them what?" After I said that I knew I set her up to explode
"Why don't I tell the good people what I think about 7th grade drop-outs." She walked toward the crowd. I stopped her before she got the chance. I had to somehow cool her off before they call the cops, cause if she goes up there, that is what's going to happen.
"Annabeth I know how you feel about every child getting a proper education." Trust me she told me at least once a week, though I don't mind, she's cute when she does it. "But this isn't the place for it. Why don't you tell me on the way to getting ice-cream and on the way home." She stared at the crowd and then at me. Her eyes eventually softened.
"Ok, it's just that I hate seeing these people throw their lives away."
"I know Annabeth." I said wrapping my arm around her shoulder and walking pass the group of protesters.
We finally spotted our favorite ice-cream shop. It has every single ice- cream flavor you could think of. Plus they have Italian ice-cream. We get in line and start deciding on what to buy. The whole wall is covered in flavors.
"What are you going to get?" I ask her.
"I will have the Pink Lemonade Pina Colada. How about you?"
"Um… I will have Blue Raspberry Canadian Pineapples." Oh yeah did I tell you that you could combine two or more flavors? Also by the time you decide, it's time to order. We repeat our orders, pay for it and walk to the patio in the back. We happily ate our ice-cream and relaxed in the shade. We sat down and tried to stuff as much ice-cream down our throats without chocking. We sometimes would mumble a "Mmh" or a "Ah", but we stayed quiet.
The best part about this ice-cream is that you could have whatever flavor and it would still taste great. Like Chocolate Fudge ice-cream and Lemonade. The place is the best, hands down.
Half way done Annabeth broke the taste silence.
"I think we should be now, by the time we get to your house we will be finished."
"Ok."
We walk out of the shop and on to the busy street.