Percy stared out the window, tapping his finger on his desk.
He was at English at Goode High, the high school that he went to, and he was bored out of his mind. The teacher droned on and on, and Percy had completely tuned out.
Why does class have to be so long? Percy asked himself. He sighed and searched for something interesting to gaze at.
Outside, students were strolling on the shady grounds, chatting and laughing, while Percy was waiting for the teacher to stop rambling about useless things like how to annotate and write essays.
He spotted a cute, blonde girl that reminded him of Annabeth walking outside, her head buried in a book.
Why does everything remind me of Annabeth? Percy wondered. It's like everyone's purposely doing it!
So far, Percy had seen about twenty things that made him remember today, from that girl to glazed barbecue chicken.
Percy fidgeted in his seat, squirming around and tapping his feet. That meant his ADHD was kicking in.
He thought about that question on his homework, about someone who influenced his life. He thought about he had wrote about his mother, and how he wanted to write and the godly world so badly.
Percy knew that one day, he would have to go back and return to his former haven, the only place where he had felt like he belonged. He needed to do something about Annabeth's death. He hated the feeling of being alone and not being being able to do anything.
Percy remembered how he had been unable to save Annabeth. Every time he remembered this, he seethed with anger.
He was mad at himself and the gods. Why did she have to die, after everything they had done for the gods to save their stupid butts? It was their own fault they were so arrogant and stupid. Why did they always have to be the ones to suffer the consequences? It just wasn't fair.
Part of Percy knew that it wasn't all the gods fault, and some of it was his own. It was his own fault he had left Annabeth to fight Luke when Thalia could've done it herself. It just hurt Percy to know that other people were helping him fight his battles.
Percy wanted to do something, he really did. He just couldn't find the courage to face his fears and figure it out. He wanted to avenge Annabeth's death so badly, that every time he looked at that picture in his room, the only remnant of his former life, he felt like his heart was breaking into a million tiny pieces.
Parts of Percy wanted to kill Luke, the person that had laughed at him and ran away to kill Annabeth instead of him.
Other parts of Percy wanted to stay where he was, and follow the choice he had made one year ago. The sensible part of Percy said to wait, and wait until he died a natural death.
Suddenly, a familiar voice said Percy's name, jolting him out of his thoughts.
"Percy?" it asked.
Percy raised his head and gasped.
He felt a rush of nostalgia, like all of his memories had suddenly returned.
"Thalia?"
Authors note: Welp, I hope you all liked this new chapter! I know, it's super short, but I kinda wanted to end it like this. I'll probably update this really soon like maybe tomorrow. Please everyone, REVIEW! I really wanna know how I'm doing! Bye!