Chapter 9
Annabeth stared at the necklace in her hand. The pendant had been broken off the chain so that it was two separate pieces.
She couldn't decide. Percy had offered to fix it for her- and she couldn't stand to see it this way- but she wasn't completely sure whether she trusted him or not.
This was all her parents had left her, besides a note with her name on it. Of course, she had never been able to open the locket, but it still meant something to her. If Percy were to lose the necklace, it would be gone forever.
Also, she had never told anyone, not even Luke, of its existence. The idea of just handing it off to someone that she just meet a few weeks ago seemed absurd. But then again, if she didn't, it would stay broken for the rest of her life, and that was a horrible fate.
Annabeth groaned and kicked her bedpost. "What should I do?" she asked the walls.
They seemed to be laughing silently at her. You silly, stupid little girl, they seemed to say. You know what you should do, but there is always more you can do.
Annabeth took a deep breath. This was it. This was diving into the deep end. There was no turning back.
She glanced at her clock. It was nearly midnight. She hoped that Percy would be asleep.
She opened her window and climbed out, chiding herself for being nervous. It will be fine, she thought, attempting unsuccessfully to reassure herself. She sprinted down the hill and across the field over to the house. She remembered that Percy's window had a tree next to it. When she found the tree, she commenced climbing up it.
It was a skinny evergreen tree, so the suit was proven tricky, but eventually she made her way up to the top. She wrapped the chain around the pendant so that it wouldn't fall and put it on the window sill.
Annabeth climbed down the tree and raced back to the mansion, her lithe legs moving faster than the wind. Once she was back, she climbed into her room and pulled a piece of paper out from under her mattress.
She unfolded the drawing. It was a crayon picture that she had made when she was a little girl of a blur Chevy pick up truck. She hugged the picture to her chest and bowed her head.
Annabeth was aware that the tears were falling were smudging the crayon, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to see the actual car. All she wanted was her necklace. All she needed was her parents.
Sorry guys. It was the worst (and shortest) chapter ever:( I needed a filler, though.
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Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift
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