First thing in the morning my head was pounding so hard, it felt like I got hit by a baseball bat.
I walked over to my desk and pulled out one of my many notebooks.
I wrote.
Things I need to do today:
Shower
Call Thalia
Call Solace
Call Percy *erases *Rewrites
Go find Chiron to figure out what to do.
*Looks at nails Get my nails done
And go get some groceries
Well that seemed like a lot to do. If I get this done before 6 pm, then I can go out to dinner with Thalia today.
I felt great. (Not really, my head still hurt.) Fine. I felt good. (Not really, confused whether or not I should call Percy.) OKAY. Geez. I felt hopeful.
I quickly went through the shower got to my closet changed into an new outfit. Boy, it felt good to wear something else.
I went over and sat on my bed, while calling Thalia.
Ring. Ring.
"OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS!"
Ow, my ears.
"Geez, Thalia stop screaming."
"ME?! STOP SCREAMING! Ok fine. My throat is starting to ache. Anyway. For four days you disappear, you don't even call me. Then I have Solace call me and say your in an unconscious, coma thingie. Then I have to listen to Percy cry about you for thirty minutes, next while still waiting for your phone calls, I have Solace tell me again that you woke up… and.. an-"
"Ok! Stop, I know calm down. Let me explain, so Percy and I got into a fight, I was angry so I rode my bike and wasn't paying attention really then a car crashed into me and thank Athena that the car wasn't going fast. Because he saw me coming, so then I got brought to the hospital and had this mini head injury and I was kept unconscious for a few days so that I could recover!"
"Oh wow."
"Yeah…."
"So ya still mad at Percy?"
"I don't know anymore, I just need to think."
"Ok."
"So tonight, lets go out for dinner together and catch up, okay?"
"Yeah sure, I come pick you up at 7:30 in my car."
"Yeah, ok. See ya. Bye!"
"Bye."
Ok. Now what is next on my list?
I walked over to my desk to see the list. Oh right. Solace. I dial up his phone number.
Ring. Ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Solace. Its me Annabeth."
"Oh. Hey."
"So, for the hospital stuff, send me the receipt or I'll come over and pay you at your house."
"Oh, don't worry Annabeth, I already payed for it, since you were unconscious and all."
"Thats sweet, Solace. Tell me how much it was and I'll come over with the money."
"No worries, Annabeth, you don't need to, that what friends are for."
"Okay fine. Then you have to at least let me take you out to lunch or something."
"Okay fine. Anyway works calling gotta go."
"Okay bye, and thanks again."
"No problem. Bye."
Well at least not all the boys in this world are selfish and mean.
When I see the next thing on my list my hands start to tremble and the phone feels like it weighs tons in my hand. I'm not sure what Im supposed to do.
I dial in the number anyway.
Ring. Ring.
"Hello?"
My heart skips a beat.
"Who's there?"
I don't know what to do, I'm frozen in spot.
"Is this a prank? Because I'm hanging up."
The line goes dead.
Beeeeeeeep.
Sigh. I am never going to get the hang of this am I?
Oh well. Might as well move on to the next thing to do if I want to be ready by 7:30.
I walk to the the door grabbed my keys to my scooter. Or shall I say new scooter, not that I'm bragging. I rode over and walked inside to see if Chiron was here today to see if he
was working today.
"Annabeth!"
I heard a voice behind me and it was so easy to recognise.
"Chiron!" I mimicked.
"So, how are you doing?"
"Oh, great. Just a little tired though."
"Of course."
"I came to ask you when I should start coming back to work?"
"Oh well, we got a substitute for you, her name is Rachel you might know her,"
"Rachel?! I mean, Rachel?"
"Yes. Quite a good teacher too. But you can start next Monday if you are feeling better. That way it gives you three extra days to rest."
"Ok great thank you!"
"Bye, Annabeth."
"Bye, Chiron and thanks again."
With that I walked out and set way to get my nails done. I feel like I haven't done anything decent an relaxing in a long while.
I texted Thalia if she wanted to come, and she told me she would meet me there.
