AN
Hi...
So, yeah...
It's been a while.
Okay, I'm really really really really really really really really really really really really really really x1000000 sorry.
I'm just going to tell you guys the truth.
I've lost my inspiration. So, I know where I want to go with this story but I've... lost how to get there. I've had my spurts of inspiration, but I've been having a major writers block too.
Also, I've been going through some tough times. I've been feel kind of depressed lately. I don't know what's going on with me to be completely true, I just know it's not, well, fully me. So, I need to take care of that.
Of course writing helps me, but not the stress to publish by a certain time. I will keep writing, I promise. I'll also upload once in a while. It might not be this story though, but something different. I want to write whatever I feel inspired to write and want to write. This is supposed to be fun and a stress reliever not an "adder".
So, I can't believe I'm doing this, but I'm calling a hiatus.
I need a break and don't want anyone to be disappointed. I feel horrible for doing this, but I've got to. You have to keep yourself healthy first and foremost, everyone does. So, that's what I'm doing. And let's be honest, this story has already been on hiatus for too long without an "official" saying.
But I do want to share with you guys somethings though. I put in a bit of the next chapter along with somethings of 2 story ideas I had.
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Chapter 7 – Normal?
~oOo~
March 18th
It had been about 2 weeks since the surgery. I finally got to go home yesterday. The doctors wanted to monitor me for obvious reasons. It got quite annoying and boring because I felt fine. Well, most of the time. I was thankful though. They had wanted to hospitalize me when they found out I had cancer, but decided against it for some reason. They would have made me stay even longer, but Reyna helped convince everyone I was doing better. Plus, she said she would personally drag me here if I acted differently or didn't feel or look well. My head hurt a little, but not as bad as before. I was doing fine mentally and physically, although, my friends would beg to differ.
For the past few weeks, all of them have been fussing over me, Piper especially. It's gotten pretty annoying. The hospital wouldn't have let me go home if I wasn't. I mean, honestly, I'm fine.
Right now, I was trying to catch up on my work. But it turns out that isn't one of the best things to do when you, get back from the hospital, especially if you have ADHD and dyslexia. But, I was trying my best. No way was I going to let my brain cancer get in the way of me graduating this year. Nope, not gonna happen.
Now don't kill me, but the doctors told me to take it easy now that I'm out of the hospital and done with the surgery, but I can't sit still. I just want to finish this year out strong. I want to continue my life and do amazing things and become an architect and so much more. Also, I physically can't because of my ADHD. I know that I have physical limitations – and apparently psychologically too – because of my cancer. But it's killing me, literally, just sitting here doing nothing. I mean, if I'm gonna die, go out with a bang, right?
What's even worse though is not being able to talk to Piper or Thalia. I want to talk to them, but I don't want to worry them anymore. I could talk to one of the boys, but Luke's never hear, Will's a doctor, and Leo deals with machines, not people. And those 2 are my best friends. I suppose I could talk to Reyna, but never really go that close and don't "do" sentimental.
I let out a big sigh and rest my head against the wall. I have too much going on in my head to be focusing about homework. Did I really just think that? Dang, I've never heard me, Annabeth Chase, say that. Then again, I've never had cancer.
~oOo~
I finally gave up on my homework about an hour or so ago. I still have a ton, but just needed a distraction, a change. So, where did I go but my ever trust Hestia's. Her café is a safe haven for me.
I had brought some designs with me. Sketching helps me think and calm down. Plus, I had to design a building that was inspired by Roman architecture for my History of Architecture class. Before I did that, I ordered my usual – hot chocolate and a blueberry muffin – and was going to read To Kill a Mockingbird for a little bit. It's one of my favorites and reading always helps me calm down.
While I waited for my order, I visited with Hestia for a little bit. I didn't want to talk about the surgery, so we just talked about some normal things. Today was slow - I was one of the 3 people in the café - so we talked for a while. We were just in the middle of saying that there should be a coffee place/bookstore hang out area at all universities when the bell to the door rang. I looked behind me to see him.
The mystery man.
-a-
Not too much so it can still be a surprise.
Here's the new story ideas.
Opposites Summary
Percy and Annabeth were best friends. Were being the key word. The older they got, the more they've grown apart. When forced together in many awkward and unique situations, they'll realize how true the saying "Opposites Attract" is. AU and OOC. (It's really cheesy I know, but give it a chance.)
So basically the were inseparable, but they became separated. Life has a crazy way of splitting people up, yet showing just who belongs together. (The first chapters didn't make any sense to post a little bit. Sorry, but I hope this gives you an idea of what it's gonna be like :P)
My other story
Across the Street (I need serious help with the name)
Everyone has that voice in their head. That's only one of them, the strongest one. The weaker ones are quieted, but are still there. What happens when your character's strongest voice gives up and the next takes over?
(Sneak Peak) Annabeth Chase is known as: proud, thoughtful, intelligent, brave, smart, athletic, beautiful, intimidating, strong, courageous, considerate, right, know-it-all, goodie two shoes, nerd, pretty, jock, geek, and many more things that I do not have the time nor space to write.
Yet, people at her high school have always – and I mean everybody – known her as smart.
She was thoughtful and very considerate. She always had a plan. And a backup. And a backup for the backup. She always trusted her gut. It never led her astray from her goal. Become successful.
Annabeth's family never had to worry about her. They always, always, knew that she'd do the right thing. She was always responsible, respectful, kind, patient, thoughtful, smart, caring, hardworking, and just overall good. She never drank, partied, did drugs, hang out with the wrong crowd, or worried about boys. Well, for the most part.
She never worried about boys until she met him.
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It was any normal day and Annabeth was enjoying the outdoors.
She been out for a bike ride around her neighborhood. It was beautiful, as any June day is, and not overbearingly hot for it was only the beginning of the month. Tall, full trees line the side of the roads curving around the community. The sky was the perfect blue with fluffy, white clouds floating along. A gentle breeze blew at the leaves, causing shadows to dance and sunlight to flicker.
In the center of the district was this big park. A large field, a little bigger than a soccer field, stretched across. Full, green grass filled the space making it look pretty and comfortable. A ways away, a hill stretched downward, creating a tree filled valley. A stream wove its way around. Large trees stretched upward, covered in green leaves.
As Annabeth got closer to the park, she decided to listen to music. Carefully turning on her playlist, Annabeth peddled over to the grassy area. Just as she set her bike down, a Fallout Boy song started to play. She walked a few steps away and lied down on the soft grass. Staring up at the blue sky, Annabeth let the music distract and calm her. And just as her eyes were slipping closed, a loud noise caused them to pop open.
Sitting up in place, Annabeth's eyes searched the road for the disturbance. Her eyes followed the sound and soon saw motorcycle rounding the curve. Her eyes narrowed on the machine and driver. She watched as it got closer and closer, the sound increasing. As it neared her, the driver seemed to slow down a bit, as if wanting to get a closer look.
Annabeth was curious as to why there was this strange person with a motorcycle driving around. She lived in a quiet suburb of New York on Long Island. Not many people came out this far unless visiting or they lived here. So, Annabeth did the logical thing and was analyzing this mysterious driver. As they got closer, she noticed it was a he. Still curious and very confused, Annabeth fixed her glare at his darkened helmet where she thought his eyes would be. He slowed a little bit - or maybe it was just the time - as he passed her. They focused on each other, and only each other. As time sped up again, the driver turned back to the road. Annabeth though she might have seen a little smirk on his face.
Who is that guy? Who does he think he is? She thought in anger.
Shaking her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts, she laid back on the grass listening to the music. Her eyes slipped closed and the serine atmosphere came back. If she wouldn't have fallen into her little trance, she would have noticed that the motorcycle's roaring had stopped. If she would have looked back, her eyes would've met the entrancing green.
Okay, so there's the sneak peaks of my writings ig.
Please let me know what you guys think of everything. Tell me ideas and inspirations for Chances. Give me name ideas for my new stories too. Once again, sorry for calling hiatus, but I need to.
Also sorry if some of this makes no sense. I've very sleep deprived right now and apparently become sarcastic when that happens. It's hard to tell with sarcasm when it's typed because you can't see a person's face and hear their voice.
So, sorry and thanks, ig :/
~Anne :)