Heyyyyy brother! I would just like to say sorry for not updating. I am really running out of ideas, but this came into my mind. It's like information told from different people's perspective.
So I hope you enjoy, lovelies!
-GoddessOfArchitecture
Annabeth's POV
How?
I mean, I should know by now, but how? I believe that Percy's stupidness is rubbing off on my brain skills, because I'm becoming oblivious everyday. It reminds me of one day when I was a child, when I wasn't that smart but my so called mother believed I could. But when I saw her, it wasn't her. It was like the demons had taken over her mind.
Flashback
"Alright, class!" the grade three teacher, Ms. Almond, announces, "Tonight is the very first time you will do homework!" Numerous of groans chorused in the classroom. Neither any one of them were eager to start challenging themselves. In fact, I was very much the opposite of them. I was bouncing up and down in excitement, finally happy that homework was now a part of my school life.
Herald, the boy who sits next to me, wrinkles his nose from the sight of Ms. Almond handing out the sheet. "Ugh, I hate work," he says.
"Stop being such a dumb idiot!" I hissed and slapped his wrist. "If you don't do homework, you will become a homeless man who doesn't eat food and become anorexic."
He stares at me (I have heard rumors that he likes me,) in... I don't know what. "But why? Why do we need to do homework?" He asks, now polite and gentle.
"Because," I start, "If you practice your knowledge and skill, when you grow up, you will choose a job which could give you a lot of money."
He grins, "So I can be rich?!"
He starts to dance around the classroom. The teacher noticed and yelled, "GET BACK TO YOUR SEET, HERALD!" Now, sounds of snickers started to spread around the room.
I sigh from the class' disrespect, and looked down onto my sheet. It said:
78 73 true or not?
I give another soft sigh and plopped my hand onto the desk. I haven't learnt this yet. I was too excited to realise you need experience. Because, when I was younger, I would always imagine myself having a whole stake of paper which was homework. I would get a pen and start writing and writing. (A/N: Thumbs up if you agree.)
When the school had just finished class, my mother was waiting for me in the parking area.
I jump into my car (which was the same Lexus) and said a small greeting to her. "Hello Annabeth, dear," my mother replies. "How was your day?"
"Have some homework... I don't understand it," I say and looked out of the window.
"Consider... that I help you with your homework? Will you be alright with that?" She asks.
"Yes, please," I say.
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When we arrived at my house, we entered the office room and got to work.
"So what are you having trouble with?" Mother asks.
"This," I say and point down at different numbers that just jumbled up into my head. I felt confused and stupid.
"Okay," she says and starts explaining, "So, this thing here . Where the mouth opens, means it's like eating for the much bigger meal. For example, 78 is a much bigger number than 73, so it wants to take the larger one to feed the family."
I nod my head understanding the new concept.
We started to learn other things I didn't understand, and in the end, I found this more easy than usual.
I thank my mother for helping, and she walks out of the door.
Annabeth, child. Beware. You must start now, a wise voice rings in my head. I shook my head and shut my eyes. I opened them, and looked down onto my second sheet.
It was much much easier now. Like, literally. It felt as if I had power of the brains and could outsmart anything.
I go out of the office to ask my mother.
"Mother?" I ask, "Why is this much easier? It feels as if magic had touched my brain! Maybe magic is real!" I saw my mother's eyes dark, like the color black...
She snapped her eyes back to reality and directs her attention to me. "Honey, don't the ridiculous. You should stop listening to thoses nonsensical children and mind your own business."
I swallowed and kept my head down to my chest. I have never seen her act that way. Her eyes were dark black, like it was a blackhole. The way her eyes drifted odf to space was horrifying. She was right. Maybe if I stopped listening to other kids, then maybe I wouldn't have weird hallucinations.
Percy's POV
Hazel, stood up and brushed her purple cloak that was cascading down her legs. She trailed her golden eyes into mine. The same expression when I first realised that she was my cousin.
Flashback
I was small child. Around eight to be precise.
My father has gone to my uncle Hades' house to celebrate some sort of achievement thing. But before he could even leave, I tugged the brim of his Hawaiin shirt.
"Daddy!" I exclaim. "Can I come, too? I want to see Uncle Hades' and drink punch then I will play with horses and then I wi-"
"Percy," my fathers interrupts. "You can come. But on one condition. You must be in your very best behavior. I will not be showing up with a ludicrous child who is not capable of being responsible."
I wrinkled my nose and pointed to him as if to be accusing, "Stop using big words! Like this word I learnt to say that Jason taught me! Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia! It means the fear of long words, but I'm scared of long words, especially the word hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia."
My father stifles a laugh and noogies my head. "Aww, Perce," he says amusedly, "You always make me laugh."
(During the party)
I was finally at my uncle's house.
The place looked gigantic. With eight feet tall pillars made out of dark tile, at least a metre spread apart from each column, with vast tinted stained windows exposed to the outside. The front door was expensive mahogany, scrubbed and polished to the absolute fine. There was also a balcony edging over the tall columns, with the sounds of voices communicating with each other.
It was the good sound of a gathering party.
When we entered, my uncle greetd us with non welcoming arms. My dad says that he isn't that sociable and can really not be the type of greeting person.
"Poseidon, brother," Hades says lowly, "I'm really glad that you came."
"Don't be hostile, Hades," my father says, "You always seem to be aggressive to others. Not the type of person you'd want to meet."
Hades growls.
He really was different to my father. Minus the hair. But the way they layer out.
My father Poseidon, is out going and fun. Keeps things alive and real. Makes everybody have a good time. He is one out of the three who always seem to be positive about life.
Hades likes to keep things to himself, always buying black, keeping the curtains in, even not telling us (as in the whole family) about how he had children, which was really weird, since he, as I told you, wasn't sociable.
I catch a girl with my eyes, about five years old, peeking behind Uncle Hades' waist.
I smiled and waved at her. Which made her urge back to her original hide.
When my father and uncle dispersed away to another hall, the girl behind my uncle was standing there awkwardly, staring at me with her surprising golden eyes.
"Umm... Hi! I'm Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. And you are?"
"I am Hazel Levesque," she says quietly and looks down to her toes.
"You know what?" I say. "You're just like Uncle Hades. Uncle Hades is always hiding away from people. Except, you try to show yourself into the crowd but you're just too shy."
She gives a weak smile. "Maybe we could play? I never have friends come over. It's just my half brother, Nico. There used to be Bianca, but she died. But it also seems as if she is living outside our garden called Elysium."
I grin at her and shook her outstretched hand.
"We are officially friends!" I say enthusiastically.
"I know what you're thinking about, Perce," Hazel breaks my flashback. "That day was just as clear as the diamonds I now find down the caves."
Annabeth seemed to be in her own faze that she didn't realise we were talking. Best that we don't disturb, or unfortunate things will happen.
I looked back at Hazel and nod. "Yeah..."
That is the worst ending I have ever came up with. Though I tried my best, right? I have very weird things going on in my big head, so I might end it right here right now! Okay! Review, follow, favorite! Much appreciated! Why do I keep saying that in random order? I dunno.
stay happy- GOA