Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Annabeth peeled her eyes open when sharp tones hit her ears. She took a few moments to rub the sleep from her eyes and stretch before sitting up begrudgingly, swinging her legs off her bed. She sighed deeply as her body got used to being upright after a long night's sleep.
She grabbed an orange camp shirt from an ever-growing pile of laundry in the corner of Cabin 6, sniffing it to make sure it was still clean enough for one more day.
'I have got to tell my brother to do the laundry. The smell of the rose detergent has worn off long ago,' she admitted internally.
She prepped herself for the day, the usual routine, and quickly put her shoes on, making sure not to disturb her sleeping brother, Malcolm. First, to Percy's cabin to wake up that sea slug, then to the pavilion for breakfast.
On her way to Percy's cabin, she cast a glance towards the Atlantic coast that ran along the eastern edge of Camp Half-Blood and saw dark storm clouds brewing on the horizon. Annabeth knew deep down that it never rained in camp; the magical border that kept nigh everything out prevented that. She felt foolish for a moment for even doubting the magical barrier. Nonetheless, she still couldn't shake the dark feeling growing and twisting in her insides, warning her that something was going to go very, very bad.
The wind picked up, sending shivers down her back, prompting her to quicken her leisurely pace into a jog as she hurriedly made her way over to Cabin 3. If something bad was going to happen, Percy better be with her. They've survived Tartarus, after all. Even if nothing bad were to happen, well, it just served to make her feel more secure, and that was enough.