Hey, guys!

I'm so sorry that I haven't posted anything in ages, but I've been really busy lately. Grade 12 is OVER and I've had multitudes of things to do: applying to uni, formal, graduation, work... (I actually tried to post this chapter several times in the past few months, but for some reason it didn't want to post).

Anyway, good news is that I am BACK and I have finally figured out what went wrong with my post, so there will be lots more after this one :D

Did anyone else graduate this year? I'd love to hear about how it went and what you're planning for next year! Feel free to post in the comments :)

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Annabeth

Annabeth woke up slowly, feeling dazed and shaky. As she sat up, she was hit by a rush of vertigo and was forced to slump back down on the couch.

"D-Dad?" she muttered. Too quiet. "Dad?" she asked, louder.

Her father came hurrying into the room. "Annabeth? Are you all right?"

Annabeth tried to sit up, but he gently pushed her back down. It was then that she noticed her ankle had been carefully splinted and covered in medical gauze. "Who did that?" she asked, pointing.

Her father glanced at her ankle. "Oh. I had a doctor come to the house to splint it. That was about two hours ago. You've been out for a while."

She struggled into a sitting position, ignoring his demands for her to lie back down. "How long?"

He gave up trying. "A few hours," he shrugged. "You looked like you needed it, though." He sat on the edge of the couch, careful not to jostle her ankle. "You want to talk?"

"About what?" she asked, picking at a stray thread on the hem of her shirt.

"About you and this running away from camp," he said, frowning slightly. "Last time I saw you, you were deliriously happy at camp and Percy was the best guy in the world. I mean, no matter who you date, I'll never agree with you on that – that's my prerogative – but you seemed really happy with him." His expression grew pained. "What changed? Did he hurt you?"

Annabeth shook her head, slowly, confused. "No… Nothing like that. It was – it was me. I just didn't want to be there anymore."

Dr. Chase scratched his head, staring at his daughter pensively. "Annie, do you know what happened to you?"

Annabeth frowned. "What happened to me?"

"Yes."

She shook her head, slowly, feeling more confused by the minute.

"You were hit on the head by something," he said, softly. "You have amnesia."

Annabeth stared at him. "What?"

"You have amnesia," he enunciated slowly. "You lost all your memories."

"I know what it means," she snapped, her mind whirling. "I don't have amnesia, Dad."

Her father was quiet for a while. "Are you sure?" he asked finally, his eyes serious.

Annabeth was about to snap back that yes, she was positive, but she suddenly remembered several things at once: only being able to recall some memories, barely being able to hang onto the ones she could remember…

And the black-haired boy… The one who had sobbed after she had asked him who he was… Could it be possible?...

Did she have amnesia?

She stared at her hands, distressed. "Amnesia?" she murmured, finally looking up with wide, worried grey eyes.

Her father nodded. "Amnesia."

Annabeth felt tears slide down her face, one after the other. "Daddy…"

Her father's face betrayed some of his shock, but was mostly calm, as she leaned forward to bury her face in his shirt and cry. He simply put his arms around her and hugged her.