A/N: sorry I've been gone! A week of summer school is driving me INSANE! But I'm done now, so that's good.
So... My 16th birthday is on Monday, June 2nd. I'll be going to a children's science center in Columbus, if any of you are in that area. They have a Sherlock Holmes exhibit, and I'll get to see the pink suitcase from A Study in Pink and other props.
So, since it's almost my birthday... Reviews? Title recommendations are still open, and you can still vote for my next story! (See the author's notes from the previous three chapters or so. For descriptions and whatnot.) I have Cop Car almost written, but it needs a title! The Cinderella story needs a title, too!
You guys are great.
-Winter'sFangirl
Annabeth
"So, where did you and Percy sneak off to?" I don't even get to shut my door before Thalia bombards me with questions.
"Nowhere in particular," I say nonchalantly. "How was dinner?" I walk towards the bathroom and kick off my shoes. Stepping onto the white tile floor, I start the shower. The steam from the hot water begins to fill the bathroom, making condensation appear on the mirrors.
Thalia sits on my bed and picks up the book on my night stand- The Help by Kathryn Stockett- and flips through it. "God awful. After you left, everything went into an awkward silence. Carol snapped at Bobby for getting his shoes dirty. She kept trying to talk to Percy, but he eventually came to find you and left me alone with the she-demon."
I strip off my clothes and jump into the shower. "Uh-huh." I reply. "Anything else?"
"Not really. The meal ended when Poseidon excused himself for a conference call or something like that."
The hot water runs in rivulets over my arms. "What did Carol do after that?" With no witnesses, she could have said or done anything to Thalia and no one would have been the wiser.
"Not much. Say back in her chair and looked smug for a few minutes. Silenna took her to her room, I think. She's downstairs, on the opposite side of the house."
Thank the gods. "That's good. So, dance party?" I ask as I rinse the shampoo out of my hair and apply conditioner.
"Mmm, sure. We haven't done that in a while. You've been so busy with wedding, and I've been so busy with... personal stuff. Where's your iPod?"
"Dead." Do I want to shave my legs? Looking at them, they aren't that hairy, so maybe not.
"Fine, we'll use a CD."
"Where's yours?"
"Dead," she says sheepishly. "And I know you're debating on shaving. Don't do it!"
A/N: I know that this chapter is insanely short, but I couldn't think of another way to break it off. Next chapter should be up in a few minutes. (Or, if you're reading this later, it's up already.)
Thanks for reviews, awesomeness, and being adorable. (Seriously. Some of the PMs and reviews I get are the cutest!)
Winter'sFangirl