Hi! So my exams are mostly over and I have a little bit of time off before I have to do anything else, so I thought I'd write something and say hello to you lovely people. I hope you're all having a lovely week, and if you're not, I hope it gets better.
It's also come to my attention that there may be several plot holes in this story. Nothing major, just a result of me not writing out a detailed plot and character plan beforehand. So, I apologise if there are things that don't work out in terms of a time line - although I have tried my best to sort them out, I may have missed a few. I'm not perfect! (and I'm too lazy to go back and edit them out from earlier chapters)
Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns PJO, I own nothing.
Read, enjoy, review!
It was Thursday again far too quickly. Annabeth had spent the majority of last few evenings writing essays for demanding teachers who are desperately trying to ensure that they have some evidence for their department heads that their students are doing some sort of work to a decent standard. She didn't really mind - she didn't have much else to do and this way she could see at what level she was working and how far she had to go to get the top marks.
As a result, the time she spent at college seemed to be more relaxing than the time she supposedly had off, especially with the free periods that she was granted at least once a day - ironic really, as these were supposed to be extra study time. Unsurprisingly, Annabeth had never found it easy to concentrate when there were around fifty of her peers chatting and laughing and even occasionally screaming in the same room as her. She always found it simpler to study at home, even with her two younger brothers there.
This left her with free time during the day to socialise and 'catch up on all the latest gossip'. Of course, Annabeth did none of this, but she was perfectly content to sit with her friends and listen to their chatter, occasionally adding a comment or two and watching as the world went on around her.
On this particular Thursday was, in fact, Annabeth's favourite free period of the fortnight. Most people had a lesson and, as a result, it always ended up just being the five girls together: Thalia, Katie, Rachel, Silena and, of course, Annabeth. They found themselves perched once again on the tables in yet another classroom.
"Ugh, my body aches all the way down to my bone marrow," Rachel whined, as the girls settled their bags and bums on the classroom furniture.
Silena winced sympathetically. "Did you have dance last night?"
"Yeah. And I forgot to stretch before hand." Thalia chuckled at her self-inflicted pain.
Silena piped up in Rachel's defence. "Hey! It's not funny!" Thalia tried to stifle her laughter. "It can really kill after a session if you don't stretch. Did you get there late?" she asked, turning to Rachel.
"Yeah. John was out driving Dad so I decided to walk but underestimated the time it would take to get there." John was Rachel's father's driver. As heiress to the great 'Dare Enterprises' Rachel could have easily hired a taxi (or a limousine) without a second thought but, like many girls out there with rich daddies, she refused to use any more of his money than she had to. Some would think that she was trying to be rebellious and get attention - instead, after spending a lot of time with the red haired girl, Annabeth had worked out that Rachel just genuinely didn't see the need. If it was necessary, like an environmental protest, then she'd use it. If it wasn't, well, Rachel was just an ordinary girl. She didn't see why her father's job should affect the way she lived.
"Well at least the walk back afterwards gave you a chance to warm down," Silena replied.
"I don't know. I'm pretty sure it just made me get more aches in new places."
Katie spoke up. "Is it really that bad? I mean it's just, what, an hour dancing and a twenty minute walk either way? Surely it can't be worse than a twenty minute run or something?"
"Not worse necessarily, but different. Some people can dance for hours, but couldn't run 200m if their life depended on it. Look, how about we show you? You're pretty fit, right, after working on your farm for so many years?" Katie nodded slowly. "Well, why don't we see whether you can do a few things that we can do?"
Katie's quiet 'Okay' was drowned out by Thalia's 'WOOOO! Dance workshop baby!" All of them stood up except for Annabeth.
"Come on Annabeth," Thalia wheedled. "You know it'll be fun. We don't want to leave you out." Eventually, after a little begging, nagging and outright ordering, Annabeth allowed herself to be pulled up onto her feet.
Silena and Rachel looked at one another. "How are we going to do this?" Rachel did alternative dance, Silena did classical. They couldn't exactly teach them a dance routine, as they did different things. "Why don't I teach them one move and you teach one move. We have to try and make them do it perfectly, see how well they do." They girls smirked at one another before turning to their friends.
From that moment on, it was as if a dance boot camp had begun. The two 'teachers' became drill sergeants and demanded to be called 'sir'. It started off reasonably seriously and for a few minutes the girls actually tried. Unfortunately, after that everything went downhill until twenty minutes later the girls were rolling around on the floor, waving their legs in the air, many of them down to the minimal clothing acceptable in public in order to cool down after their 'workout'. Their cardigans, over shirts and shoes were strewn across the room.
It was in this state of dishabille that Annabeth tipped her head back and arched her neck, eyes screwed shut and a big smile across her face. It was nice to just let go sometimes, forget that she felt she didn't really fit in and actually act the age that she was. Letting out a contented sigh, she opened her eyes and found herself looking at the door upside down. And there, looking through the glass panel into their room was a number of people.
Male people.
Squealing slightly, Annabeth shot up and scampered to a corner of the classroom where they wouldn't be able to see her. At her sudden movement, her friends turned to look at her questioningly. "There are people at the door!" she hissed. Four heads whipped around to look. Katie did what she had, although she seemed slightly less panicked. The other three stayed where they were.
Thalia ignored the boys watching and smiled sadly after a moment of looking at Annabeth. "You shouldn't be so worried about your reputation Annabeth." It was scary sometimes how easily Thalia could look right into the centre of her. Annabeth knew others expected perfection from her, and she expected perfection from herself. It was moments like these, when she let herself go, be messy and just have fun for the hell of it, that showed she wasn't perfect, and that just wasn't good enough. She wanted people to see the perfectly dressed, perfectly behaved, perfectly composed Annabeth, because then there'd be nothing they could complain about. "You need to live life for your happiness, not their approval." She didn't say anymore, understanding that if she did Annabeth would probably argue back. She knew how to handle her friend.
The room was silent for a moment, before Silena lightened the mood. In a teasing tone, she said, "Yeah, Annabeth, and you missed out on a great flirting opportunity. Look at Rachel." Admittedly, Rachel had been making doe eyes at the boys in the doorway, but after this comment she really over exaggerated it: batting her eyelashes, flicking her hair and even eventually blowing them a kiss. They heard the deep laughter as the guys reciprocated and then wandered off down the hall, having lost interest now they had been noticed.
The friends hauled themselves off the floor and gathered their clothing from around the room. Annabeth was the last to sit down and, as she did, the conversation the other four girls were having stopped. She eyed them suspiciously.
Silena broke the silence. "So... Any news to report ladies?" They all shook their heads. "What? No boy news at all?" Once again, no one volunteered anything. Until Thalia spoke up.
"Well..." Silena squealed, ecstatic that Thalia was finally taking an interest in the opposite gender. "Whoa Blondie, it's not about me so don't get too excited. Annabeth, on the other hand, may have some news..."
Silena's eyes grew round and she turned to face Annabeth, her hands pushed together as if in prayer, when in reality she was just preparing to clap in girlish excitement. "Tell us everything!" she breathed. "Is this about OwenSawyer?"
Annabeth's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "What are you talking about Thalia? I don't have any news. Nothing is new with Owen."
Thalia's eyes rolled. "Nothing might be new with Owen, but I'm pretty sure that they will count walking home with you-know-who as news..."
Annabeth glared at Thalia, ignoring Silena's delighted gasp. "Thanks so much for telling everyone. I so appreciate it."
"I wouldn't say anything if I thought it was necessary to keep it a secret, but nothing is going to happen from now on so I didn't think it mattered if they knew what was already ancient history. Right? It's all in the past now, isn't it?" Thalia's smirk might have made her look playful, but her tone was serious and Annabeth knew that she had to show that it was unimportant to her. It wasn't going to happen again.
"Who is it? Who is it? Tell me!" Silena's impatient pleas broke through the slightly tense gaze the two best friends held. Annabeth looked down at her hands and flushed red.
"Well, um... you know last Thursday I had to go to my Gran's house? Well, I have to walk a different way than I normally would to get there. I didn't know he was going to be there - I didn't even know he caught my bus - but then he was, and he just started talking to me and he was kind of charming. And we talked and he kissed my hand and-"
"Whoa, stop with the babbling," Thalia interrupted. "You've told them everything but what they asked, baby girl. Who is it?"
"Oh, err... Percy. Percy Jackson." She finally looked up from her hands to gauge their reactions and found Rachel typing on a very familiar looking phone, with Silena peering over her shoulder.
"Really! You mean Percy Jackson kissed you?" Silena gasps. Had Annabeth only been listening, she would have thought that Silena was completely enthralled but by watching her she could see that the phone was her real focus.
In a deadpan voice, Annabeth continued. "Technically yes, but only on my hand. Rachel, Silena, what exactly are you doing on my phone?" The two girls looked up instantly, we've been caught written across their faces.
"Um, nothing?" was Rachel's only response. Annabeth launched herself at them in an attempt to reclaim her mobile, but Rachel was ready and darted agilely in another direction before she was caught. After chasing first one then another of her friends around the room as they passed the phone between them, she ended up on one side of the table, Thalia, Silena and Rachel on the other with her phone. Katie was still seated, not wanting to get involved. Making a last ditch attempt, Annabeth dived across the desk between them, just as Thalia threw her phone yelling, "Katie, heads up!"
Thankfully Katie had amazing reflexes and caught the phone before it hit anything. Annabeth turned to her friend. "Thalia! You could have broken it and then Caroline would have been furious with me. Be careful!"
"Ah, but it isn't broken, is it?" They stood face to face for a moment and Annabeth saw the challenge in Thalia's eyes just in time to dive towards Katie before Thalia did. Grabbing her phone, she brought an end to it, once and for all.
"Ha! Now, what have you done?" Bending her head, Annabeth unlocked her phone and immediately found her messaging app was open. "Guys, please don't tell me...
"Please don't tell you what?"
"You've been talking to Owen." It was no longer a question - there was a whole conversation with him that she didn't recognise.
AnnabethChase: Hey babe xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
OwenSawyer: Heya baby were feelin kissy today are we i can do that xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
AnnabethChase: youll never guess what xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
OwenSawyer: I probably won't xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
AnnabethChase: i was just rolling around on the floor with barely any clothes on xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
AnnabethChase: dont you find that hot
OwenSawyer: Totally babe you make me so hot its like I'm on the sun even though it's still only September xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
AnnabethChase: Ooh specific i like that xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
OwenSawyer: I know. You seem different, I like you better this way xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
AnnabethChase: What all sexy because im such a sexy beast xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
OwenSawyer: Definitely babe xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Annabeth read the texts, her mouth gaping, before she bent her head and sent a hurried message back to him. Setting her phone carefully to one side, she glared at her so-called 'friends'. "What the hell did you do that for?"
"Because it was hilarious, duh!" This was Rachel. "My personal favourite was 'You seem different, I like you better this way'. He only talks to me for five minutes and he likes me better than you!"
Annabeth shivered as her phone vibrated with Owen's reply. Picking it up, she gave them one last glare before she read his text.
AnnabethChase: I am so sorry. That was my friends not me. They stole my phone and I only just noticed. I'm sorry you were subjected to that.
OwenSawyer: I knew it wasn't you straight away. I was just playing up to them, letting them have a little fun. I didn't mean anything I said.
AnnabethChase: How did you know?
Annabeth looked up again and smiled. "He knew it wasn't me. How did you do it?"
Silena giggled. "I picked up your phone when we were cleaning up and then Thalia came up with the idea. Then-"
"Wait, how did you get into it? You said last week you didn't know my pass code."
"I didn't, but then this morning I watched you. Anyway, we distracted you while Katie started texting him and then when you looked down, Rachel and I took over. Easy!"
"Katie! You're supposed to be the nice one who's on my side!"
"What can I say? They're a bad influence on me. Besides, I let you have your phone back, didn't I?"
Her phone vibrated again.
OwenSawyer: They called me babe. You said you hate the name babe. Also, the first text I sent in reply was a test. Normally you would yell at me for calling you 'baby' or for using bad grammar. When you didn't call me out on it, I knew it wasn't you.
OwenSawyer: Also, does this mean that everything they said was untrue? Like 'i was just rolling around on the floor with barely any clothes on'?
AnnabethChase: Actually, that one was quite true.
OwenSawyer: Damn, that's hot.
AnnabethChase: Not quite as sexy as it sounds I'm afraid. We had just been messing around and got too hot so took off our cardis and shoes etc. Ended up on our backs, swirling our legs in the air in random patterns for fun. Sadly, we were interrupted by a few guys who looked in on us.
"What did he say? Why are you blushing?" Katie's question was quick.
Without looking up she replied, "None of your business. You've done enough damage. Anyway, I'm probably blushing because you're all staring at me!" She was interrupted by yet another buzz and the bell ringing, signalling the end of the period and the beginning of lunch.
In the background, she vaguely heard Thalia say, "Well ladies, I thank you all for another successfully wasted free period."
OwenSawyer: Still hot. And now I'm jealous too. Who do they think they are, looking at my Annabeth?
AnnabethChase: They're teenage boys, they'll look at anything female with a little skin showing.
OwenSawyer: Ouch, that hurt, I'm a teenage boy too. Anyway, that's no excuse. You're mine.
AnnabethChase: I think that there is very little I could do to stop them. They are a head taller than me.
People started to trail into the classroom, sitting in their little groups and cliques, greeting one another as they entered. It was interesting to watch as each new person entered - everyone looked over, but only their own group actually said anything, everyone else turned back as if nothing had happened.
OwenSawyer: Just use me. I'll intimidate them.
AnnabethChase: Yeah, I don't think that showing them a guy that I'm texting on my mobile will be very intimidating. Even if I add a little muscle man emoticon next to your contact name.
It was interesting to see the interactions within the groups. In one group of friends, they were all huddled in a circle, arms crossed, occasionally shooting unsubtle glares at one girl across the room. Yet when she joined them, they pasted on smiles and greeted her - well, she would say warmly, but it was really thinly disguised hatred. So, this group had obviously been bitching about her.
OwenSawyer: Then you should make a big sign that says 'I belong to Owen Sawyer' on it in red letters, to show you're off limits to other guys.
OwenSawyer: (Also, do that muscle man emoticon thing anyway, it seems cool.)
AnnabethChase: Then I would just be ridiculed for having a big sign round my neck. I'd rather be ogled.
Watching a small cluster of girls for a short amount of time, she deduced that one of them had a crush on one of the guys in the large gathering of them near the window. After another three minutes, she knew which girl was crushing on which boy (and was beginning to estimate how long it would take before the boy took her behind the maths building for a one-off snogging session).
OwenSawyer: They'd dare ridicule you with me around?
AnnabethChase: Go back two messages and read that reply. I can't be bothered to write it again. I swear, it's like you never listen to me.
OwenSawyer: Fine. My solution: stay far away from every male in the world. You can only talk to me. And your father and brothers, I suppose.
AnnabethChase: Right. And when one approaches me, I suppose I'm supposed to make the sign of evil and run like the wind?
OwenSawyer: Exactly. See? You're getting it now. This is the perfect solution. You'll never get hurt and never leave me.
Lunch continued on in the same vein, split between talking to Owen, observing others and involving herself in her friends' conversations from time to time.
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After school, Annabeth got off the bus along with her brothers and smiled. A perfect autumn evening, warm but with a fresh breeze and a pale blue sky dashed with wisps of cloud that promised a beautiful sunset later on. She ushered the boys forward and they went easily, arguing amicably between themselves. Matthew turned to her. "Can we run on ahead again?" She raised her eyebrows and he gave a longsuffering sigh. "Please?"
"Of course." Almost before the words left her mouth, the twins were racing away from her. "Don't forget to wait for me inside the gate!" she called after them. Hitching her bag higher once again on her shoulder, she recalled Thalia's earlier words - it's all in the past now, isn't it - and continued on her way. She wouldn't hang around to see whether he was there. She wouldn't.
Except she did. Not consciously, not really, but she certainly walked slower than perhaps she normally would and when she reached the shaded avenue of trees just on the verge of turning those beautiful autumn hues, she spent several minutes hovering there, framing shots from different angles and viewpoints, muttering to herself about she should really bring her camera with her from time to time. She never had it when she wanted it.
She had reached the main park area once again when she decided to speed up, seeing Matthew and Bobby playing around at the far end. It was at this moment she heard Percy's laugh come from behind her.
"You do know we get the same bus right? You don't have to wait here for me." She halted and turned to face him, that infernal smirk flirting around the corners of his lips.
"I didn't actually. I just thought you were a hobo who lived in these woods. And I wasn't. If you didn't notice, I was walking." He smile grew wider but said nothing, gesturing for her to continue walking with little bow and a flourish of the hand.
"So, if you weren't waiting…"
"Which I wasn't."
He inclined his head, walking alongside her. "If you weren't waiting, then why the hell not?" She raised her eyebrows at him.
"Are saying that I should have done? What reason do I have?"
He rubbed his cheek, momentarily hiding his face from her view. There was a twinge in her stomach and she was surprised. He might have been particularly attractive but she shouldn't have reacted so strongly at him hiding his face for such a brief time. She was ashamed at such a reaction and, quite frankly, worried that she was feeling like that so quickly. "I vaguely remember promising you that I would show you how charming I could be. And, I may have been… engaging last week, but even I can't charm you completely so quickly. If I tried, if anyone tried, it would just come off as smarmy."
Oleaginous, she thought. Oleaginous would have been a better word to use there. "And what do you propose that I would do about it?"
"Why, meet me each week until I declare your charming over, of course." He swerved a little bit as he walked, moving slightly closer to her. "Sorry, I seem to have issues with my balance and so can't walk in a straight line," he apologised, but he didn't move away again. He remained close, their shoulders brushing. They walked in silence for a few moments. "So, photography huh?"
She glanced at him sharply. She often expected people to say that mockingly, as if she only fit into a certain academic box and that her photography hobby wasn't part of the picture, but both his voice and his face were neutral, staring along the path they were meandering along. "Yeah, and what of it?"
"Nothing of it. I just wanted to get to know you a little bit. So I can charm you of course." This last bit was said as he stared directly at her, mischief twinkling in his smiling eyes.
"Hm. Anyway, how did you know?"
"I uh, I was following you from the bus. I saw you framing shots with your hands, so either you do photography or you have strange muscle spasms that make your hands go into a square. I thought the former was more likely."
"Stalker," was her only response.
"So, uh, what got you into it?"
She hesitated for a moment before seemingly coming to the conclusion that it was actually alright to tell him something about herself. "My Gran gave me a camera when I turned ten, saying it was a big present for a big girl. Of course, what I had actually wanted was an iPod, but I wanted to show that I was grateful so I used it a few times so I had some photos to show her next time I saw her. It just stuck with me."
"So why do you do it?"
She turned to him puzzled. "I just told you – my Gran gave it to me and it stuck with me."
He looked at her and shook his head slowly, his face serious. "No. No, I don't think so. You don't strike me as the sort of person who does something just because they enjoyed it the first time."
She blinked and faced forward, processing that. She could easily brush him off with a well I am, so there but it seemed childish and she had never really talked to anyone about her photography. Annabeth felt as though the first person to see that it went below surface level with her deserved to hear what she actually thought. Sighing, eyes carefully focused on a point somewhere in front of her, she told him, "Okay. Okay, you're right, it goes a bit further. Just… bear with me, I've never actually voiced my thoughts on this." He nodded, his hand brushing against hers.
"It's threefold. First, paintings and stuff are great, much better for some people than photos, but not for me. I need it to be perfect, flawless, and artwork just isn't, especially mine. If I want to capture an image, it has to be perfect so it has to be a photo. The second is that life is so fast that we miss a lot. I find it kind of sad that we miss so many great things just because we're rushing from minute to minute – not that that's our fault. Time works like that. A photo allows to capture a single moment and keep it safe from the effects of time so we can go back and study it, find deeper meanings and levels within it each time. It's a kind of celebration of life in its own way."
"And three?" Percy's voice was soft.
Annabeth smiled wistfully. "I might let you in a little bit, Percy, but I'm not going to tell you my every secret right off the bat, particularly not on our second meeting." His hand reached out and captured hers, squeezing gently as if to let her know that he understood, that it was okay and she didn't have to tell him everything. She thought he really did understand her, even if was only for one moment, about one small thing.
They walked for a minute, hand in hand (he had never taken his hand back. In fact, he had intertwined his fingers with hers). As they neared the gate where the twins waited impatiently, Percy halted. Attached at the arm, so did Annabeth and then followed him as he pulled her slightly to the right, sneakily positioning them out of sight of the gate, behind the final tree along the path.
Reaching down with his other hand, he grabbed her remaining hand. She looked at him, confused. His face remained straight, his eyes fixed once more on hers (déjà vu, anyone?) as he slowly brought both of her hands towards his mouth. Annabeth wasn't completely clueless; he had done the same thing the previous week, but she knew he would just enjoy it more if she struggled, so she just went with the flow.
(Also, it had been kind of nice when he had kissed her hand. So she wouldn't complain if he tried to do it again.)
He didn't do exactly the same as last time however. Instead of her hand, he gently kissed the inside of one, then the other wrist. He left his lips on her left wrist for a second too long and she feared he could hear her pulse. His little smile wasn't exactly reassuring.
Neither did he stop there. Lifting her arms higher, he bent his head, finally breaking their eye contact, kissing the sensitive insides of her elbows. She finally shivered as she felt his breath fan out over the overly-responsive hairs there. Straightening up, he stretched her arms even further until they were only gently curved, then brought them around his neck. Taking the hint, Annabeth linked her hands behind his neck, allowing him to drop his own, at which they fluttered between her neck, shoulders and waist. She waited, resisting the urge to tap her foot in impatience, to see what he was actually trying to do.
In a low voice, he murmured, "I'll get it out of you someday. That's a promise." The statement was so unexpected in the atmosphere, referring back to their dropped conversation, that Annabeth couldn't help but laugh, dropping her hands from where they had gently tangled with the hair at his nape to his shoulders, where she pushed him away from her.
"You will, will you? You seem very liberal with your promises. First you say you'll charm me, now you promise to extract my secrets. You're setting yourself up for a challenge, you know." Percy had looked a little surprised when she had pushed him away so suddenly and then stumbled onwards along the path laughing, but he quickly followed her with a smile.
"I know, but I love a good challenge. When it comes to you, it'll be worth it." She rolled her eyes at his pathetic attempt to charm her.
"Cheesy!" She inhaled briefly. "Ah damn! I promised I'd let the boys meet you this week, but I texted my Gran saying we'd be back soon and if we're not careful we'll miss tea."
Percy pursed his lips to restrain a grin. "You talk about me so much they want to meet me, do you? Also, you Gran texts?"
"I know, she's awesome. And no, I don't. They saw the little hand thing you tried last week and are very overprotective of their big sister. I believe your current nickname is 'old shmuck'." She smiled mockingly at him.
"Darn! Oh well, I'll have to meet them next week then, convince them of how awesome I am then so they get on my side."
"We have sides now?"
"We do." Percy nodded his assent. They had reached the gate. "Until next we meet then, my lady," he said, offering a little bow. Annabeth rolled her eyes. "If you keep doing that, they might get stuck up in your head one day."
Annabeth snorted attractively. "Like I haven't heard that before."
"It doesn't matter how many times you've heard it, what matters is whether you listened to it or not." He started walking backwards in the direction of his home. "We'll get off the bus together next week."
"And what happens if I don't want to?"
"Which part of that sentence sounded like a request?" He finally turned around before he tripped over, and tossed over his shoulder as a parting shot, "And bring your camera next time!"
"Why would I need the camera?" The first half of the sentence had been shouted in an attempt to make the question reach him, but when it became clear he was out of earshot, her sentence lost considerable volume and pace until it was just a whisper.
And so Annabeth was left once again watching Percy Jackson saunter off into the distance, before she was pulled away by her two younger whining siblings.
There! A lovely long chapter with interactions with OwenSawyer, Percy and other people too! I'm proud of myself. Anyway please let me know what you think and I hope something good happens to you today.
Much love xx