I open my eyes, and I immedeatly know that I've been sleeping for a really long time. I check the alarm. Holy crap ! it's almost 11:30. I get out of bed, brush my teeth and head dowstairs. I'm a little nervous. Actually that's an understatement. Last night was terrible and it hurts to think of it. I contemplate staying in my room , but I'm very hungry. I take a deep breath and enter the dining area.
"Good morning love. Ted told me you slept at 4. Did you sleep well?" dad asks me. "Yes, I did. Thanks" I say nervously as I sit beside Ted, who is just finishing his breakfast. Mrs Jones asks me about my breakfast preference and I ask for oatmeal. Mom and Phoebe are nowhere to be seen. I'm kinda glad. Ted is done with his breakfast. "Dad, I'm meeting a friend for lunch. So I'll be a little late.". "Alright, son. But take Sawyer with you.". Ted agrees and leaves.
"Are you alright? After yesterday, I mean." dad asks me. "I'm ok." I say, quietly. The truth is that I'm a little shaken. It's not easy to unhear what Phoebe had said yesterday. She wasn't wrong, after all. I was an outsider. Dad doesn't believe me. I think my expression gives me away. His face falls. "Ana, Phoebe didn't mean what she said. Sometimes she doesn't think before she speaks.". "It's alright, dad. I didn't take it to heart." It's a lie. Not a very convincing one, apparently, because dad looks absolutely heartbroken and is about to say something but we're interrupted by Phoebe and mom.
Oh shit. My heart sinks. I don't want a repeat of last night. "Good morning Annabeth. Phoebe would like to say something to you.".
I sigh. "I'm sorry for last night. I shouldn't have said that. It was very mean of me. Please forgive me.". Phoebe says. I do not know if she's being sincere or if she's being forced to apologise. But atleast she's trying.
"Ofcourse I forgive you, Phoebe. I do understand how you feel. It would be hard for me to adjust with a stranger if I were in your place." I mean It. I forgive people very easily. Just another one of my flaws. I think. But I do not forget easily. I'll be a little wary of her. "I want us to be friends, if not sisters." I say. "Thanks Annabeth. I want us to be friends as well. Atleast in the beginning."
she says with a smile. My parents exchange a relieved look. Phoebe excuses herself and leaves the room to take a call. I'm feeling better.
"Are you fine? Really?" dad asks again. "Yes, dad. I'm fine" I must sound convincing because he gives me a huge grin. "Ok then.
Finish your breakfast. I have a surprise for you.".