AN: SOOOO... SOMEONE FINALLY GOT THE HINT! (: I told you I wasn't updating until I got to 170... I was being serious, if you can't tell. Finally, about 4 months later, a certain reviewer reviewed 7 times to get me to 170.

This goes out to you, I Wanna Go To Pigfarts.

I haven't really looked at this story in forever, so I hope I'm giving it justice!

Happy 2013, everyone! We're still alive, so be happy! (;

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO.

I'm going crazy and we've gone CUCKOO. Gonna party til they take us away. -Adam Lambert.

APOV

This was it.

Graduation.

One and a half years after the accident.

Almost a year of being an engaged woman.

And my twelfth year anniversary of knowing Percy Jackson.

I was finally going to be a High School graduate after today.

"Hey, babe," Percy said, walking in his crutches after his appointment with Dr. Toby, his physical trainer.

"Hey, sweetie," I said, pecking his lips. "How'd it go?"

"Good," he said. "He said I'd be able to take the crutches off before college. As long as I keep doing those exercises he showed me, I'm good to go."

"That's great!" I said, smiling and hugging him as best as I could without knocking him over.

He laughed at me and hugged me back with one hand.

"You know," he started, "you didn't have to wait for me. I know you and Thalia probably have some getting ready to do or whatever it is you girls do."

"I wanted to wait, Percy," I told him. "And you know me. I'm not exactly the girly type."

"Thank God for that. I hate girly girls. They're too... girly," Percy scoffed.

"They're called 'girly girls' for that reason, Percy," I laughed at him.

He winked and pecked me on the cheek.

"Let's go get ourselves some diplomas, Miss Valedictorian," Percy smirked.

"Soon to be Mrs.," I winked.

"Again, I say 'Thank God for that!'" Percy exclaimed and we walked/crutched our way towards our car.

"Annabeth! Over here!" one of my close friends and second ranked classmate, Angela, called over after Percy and I got our robes.

"See you later, babe. Congrats again!" Percy said, then kissed me and made his way over to his spot towards the back yelling "Don't trip!" over his shoulder.

Jerk.

"Hey, Ang!" I yelled over all the commotion as I made my way towards my spot.

"You ready for your speech?" she yelled back.

"No! I'm winging most of it."

"Miss Annabeth Chase is winging it? What has the world come to?" Angela cried sarcastically.

"Hey, you haven't spent the past year babysitting your boyfriend like I have. I'm surprised I kept my grades up like I did. I didn't have time to write it," I told her.

"I'm sure it'll be great either way!" she said, smiling at me.

"Thanks, Ang," I smiled back.

"Okay, people, listen up!" our teacher selected to speak, Mr. Banner, yelled back, trying to get the 400 students to shut up.

Let's just say it did not work as well as he hoped.

"Hey! Shut up!" he tried again.

Still didn't work.

I heard a whistle come from him that was pretty loud and almost killed my ears, but it still didn't work.

"Can you guys help me out over here?" he asked me and some of the other students in the top 20 ranked classmates.

"On three, scream as loud as you can. Ready? 1, 2, 3."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I shrieked with 19 other people.

That shut everyone up.

"We are going to enter the gym now so if you-"

"OHMYGOSH! AHHHHHHH!" he was greeted by a bunch of overexcited girls.

"AS I WAS SAYING!" he yelled, shuting the girls up. "Line up in a straight line and Miss Annabeth Chase here will walk us all in."

He motioned his hand for me to start walking.

"Here we go," I sighed.

"Don't trip," Angela said, winking.

"Not you, too," I groaned.

I walked towards the doors to the gym and heard the graduation song start to play and took a step towards one of the biggest days of my life.

I heard cameras clicking as I walked towards my seat, which was covered in sticky notes that had been used all over the school for a senior prank.

Well played, Banner, well played.

I saw flashes all around me and felt like a movie star as I sat down in my seat.

After a good couple of minutes, everyone was seated and our superintendent, Mrs. Harmer, made her way to the podium.

"Hello, Class of 2012," she started out with and launched into a big speech that I didn't pay attention to.

After Mrs. Harmer was done, Mr. Banner came up and read his speech, which was written on sticky notes.

"These are all thanks to you, 2012. I came into school last week and in huge sticky noted letters next to my room was 'Adios, Bitchachos.' Thank you for that," he started and we all laughed.

He went into a long speech about the future and that only we can choose our outcome and ended with a sentimental sentence on how he will not miss us.

"Now, who was the mastermind of this prank?" he asked.

The one and only Travis Stoll rose his hand.

Mr. Banner walked over to him and gave him the sticky notes.

"Congratulations," he said, and walked away, leaving a dumbfounded Travis.

We all laughed and clapped as Mr. Banner made his way back to his selected seat.

Crap. My turn.

I made my way up to the stage and adjusted the microphone, looking at my peers from the last 13 years.

"Wow guys, we made it," I laughed. They smiled back, and someone 'Whoop'ed.

"So, this is a first, but Miss Annabeth Chase, the smart girl who never comes unprepared, is winging this," I said.

Sarcastic gasps were heard throughout the gym.

"I know, I know, it's crazy, right? But crazy has pretty much summed up my life over the last few years. I've seen the horrible happen, been in a hospital longer than anyone my age should be, I've been shot, I've seen death, I've faced murderers, and I've seen miracles. And you, my fellow class of Goode High, truly are all miracles. You gave my second family hope, and I know that all of you visited either me or Percy in the hospital at least once. I saw you all at Bianca's funeral, even though most of you did not know her, and you gave support to Nico, even if he was the one that got Percy checked in. You are all a fantastic group of people, and would not ask for a better group to graduate with.

"When we were young, people asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up. Some said an astronaut, a football player, a rockstar, a swimmer, or, as it was for me, the girl version of Albert Einstein. Then, as you grew up, your answers changed. Something more achievable, like a nurse or a vet, started showing up. And now, here we are, and after today, we are grown ups. We have to decide what we want to do with our lives. I have an answer for that: Who the hell knows? We're going to screw up over and over again, make mistakes, change our major over and over again, fall in love again and again.

"The future is not predictable; it never was. I would have never predicted Percy being paralyzed, or Bianca being murdered. Our fate is not in our own hands, so why not go for something unachievable? Learn how to fly, believe in love at first sight, move to Iraq cause, you know, YOLO. Make mistakes and then try, try again. Failure leads to success, and with that failure a new window opens to our future. Thank you, Class of 2012. For being with me for the past 13 years. We've come so far, and I know that even though our paths may not intersect in our future, you'll be with me and because I knew you, I have been changed for good."

A huge round of applause came as I made my way back to my seat.

"That was beautiful!" Angela said as I sat down.

"Thank you," I smiled, feeling relieved.

The student body president, Laura, spoke next. I was too busy reliving my speech when everyone clapped, so I followed suit.

The principal came up to the microphone. He called us up one by one and we received our diplomas.

"Now," he said after we were all done, "I ask you to move your tasstle to the right as you pass on from one journey. May your lives be filled with failure and success. Congratulations.

"I now present to you the class of 2012!"

"That was beautiful!" my mother cried with tears down her face as she made her way towards me.

"Thank you," I said while hugging her.

"Great job, pumpkin," Dad said, giving me a hug.

"Annabeth!" Sally called making her way towards me.

"Beautiful job, sweetie!" she said as she also hugged me. I got an awkward hug from Paul as he congratulated me.

"Awesome job, babe," Percy said, giving me a quick peck. "I am so proud."

I kissed him on the cheek.

"ANNABETH!" Thalia called, running over.

"THALIA!" I called back.

"READY TO PARTY?"

"YES!"

"THEN LET'S GET GOING!"

"OKAY!"

"OKAY!"

"WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?"

"LET'S GET OUR ROBES OFF SO I CAN SHOW YOU!"

"OKAY!"

"WHY ARE WE YELLING?"

"I DON'T KNOW."

"Okay, so should we get ready?" I asked in a normal voice.

"Yeah," Thalia said, dragging me off as I waved by to my two families and Percy, who was shaking his head at us.

When we were ready, we left the bathroom and met up with Percy in our new dresses (My profile page.) who dropped his jaw when he saw me.

"You look absolutely gorgeous," he said, kissing me tenderly on the lips.

"What about me?" Thalia pouted.

"Oh, dear cousin, you look like a dying cow. Marry me?" he said then teasingly kissed her on the cheek.

"Ew," she said, wiping her cheek. "That wasn't nice."

"Just kidding, Thalia. You look beautiful," Percy said.

"Why thank you, kind sir, now let's get going before your fiancee punches you," she teased, winking at me.

"Which one?" he snickered.

I slapped him.

"Come on, Seaweed Brain. Let's go."

And we walked out of the school and took one step into our future, without knowing what would happen.

But we were together, and that's all that mattered.

AN: Viola! I want to get up to... 185? Can you handle that? Not as much as last chapter, so I think we can.