Hi everybody!
Thank you for your understanding on 1Fashionista's situation. (I only read the reviews today.)
So last chapter was sort of written in the spur of the moment since I wasn't really sure what to write since after all, this isn't my fan fiction.
Thanks to anyone who read it though!
Percy and Annabeth sat in their usual seats, right at the back of the classroom.
They were having a conversation about how annoying one of their teachers were when someone walked in.
Someone they absolutely hated.
Luke.
Percy seethed with anger.
This blonde-haired devil had somehow destroyed Annabeth's life in the past and seemed set on doing it again.
And Percy wasn't about to let it happen.
He clenched his fists and probably would've marched over to the blue eyed boy in a matter of seconds if it hadn't been for Annabeth smiling reassuringly at him, a sign that she'd be okay.
She didn't need to though since he knew that she was strong enough to protect herself.
Luke sat at the front of class but not before he sent a smirk their way.
It was enough to reignite the flame of anger Percy felt.
He didn't act on it though as Miss Dodds walked in with her usual monotone face.
She began to read out the register and then talked about new events that were going on in the school.
Competitions and such.
Once it was over everyone was dismissed to their first lesson.
Unfortunately for them, Percy and Annabeth were in different classes for 1st period.
Annabeth had art while Percy had marine biology.
They said goodbye and walked towards their separate corridors and then classrooms.
Like she always did, Annabeth sat at an easel close to the front.
What she didn't realise though was that a certain red head had the same lesson and was sat right next to her.
The teacher read out the register.
"Annabeth Chase."
"Present."
…
"Rachel Green."
"Present."
Annabeth turned to the side in shock.
The person who had caused her to be injured months ago was sat beside her.
The person who had befriended her ex was sat beside her.
The person who could jeopardise her relationship with Percy was sat beside her.
And she didn't like it.
Not one tiny bit.
Annabeth grimaced before turning back to the front as the teacher finished registering the class.
"Today," The professor began. "I would like you all to draw, paint or create something you dream about. It could be a utopia, a paradise, a person, an object, an animal, or even an emotion or feeling. Feel free to use the resources provided in the class and surprise me!"
Annabeth sat and thought.
What did she dream about?
Her whole life, people had abandoned her, left her or made her walk away:
Her mother.
Luke.
In some way even her new family.
But now, at Goode, she felt as if maybe, just maybe she could build something permanent.
Well at least she thought she could, before Luke arrived.
That was what she dreamt about.
Something permanent.
Something that couldn't be touched nor destroyed.
She wanted happiness.
And so that was what she drew.
On her canvas she released all the tied up emotion that she had felt inside for so long.
Anger, sadness, depression, hope, love, heartbreak and now happiness.
A whirlpool of sensations created an abstract masterpiece.
Her work represented a fortress.
It was like a personification of her brought to life in a single image.
When she was finished drawing she decided to add some colour, so she headed to the back of the room to grab a palette covered in paint.
As she was walking back someone walked into her.
It was so sudden, so immediate, timed so well, that it was as if this 'accident' was planned.
Paint spilled out onto her sweater which was the only spare change of clothes she had with her.
She looked up to see Rachel wearing an expression of mock apology on her smug face.
"Sorry!" The redhead said covering her mouth trying to hide her laughter.
Annabeth couldn't control her anger any longer.
"I'm sure you were." She retorted, picking up a paintbrush and smearing green paint across Rachel's face.
"I'm sorry!" Annabeth exclaimed, mocking what Rachel had said just moments ago.
Rachel groaned in frustration and grabbed a bottle of purple paint and squeezed it in Annabeth's direction.
It splattered all over her face, hair, trousers and made an even worse mess of her sweater.
She was about to retaliate when the teacher broke up the fight in utter anger and disappointment.
"Ladies!" She yelled in exasperation. "I expected so much more of two of my most promising students! Go to the headmaster's office!"
Annabeth stopped.
What had she done?
