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Parent and Monster Meetings?I sighed as I fixed Percy's tie for the fifth time, well, I shouldn't be complaining, at least he's wearing one. Today is Chase and Sophia's parent/teacher conferences and I told him that he had to look nice, or else. He stopped whining after my threat but I did promise him that if he wore a tie, I would wear a dress. And now, I'm regretting that I ever promised him that because I didn't think he actually go through with it, even if his fatal flaw is loyalty. I finished by buttoning the very top button of his polo shirt, lightly patting his cheek with approval.More Like This
"There," I pulled away from him, giving him one more, quick scan before we headed
The ChimeraAnnabeth looked out at the horizon. The sun was setting and a cozy color of orange mixed in with a hint of yellow painted across the grass. She smiled; Camp Half-Blood was always pretty at this time of day. It's just too bad that she couldn't actually be inside Camp, she really wanted to hang out with Percy- even though she would never admit that to him- but, she knew that it was her time to guard the Camp's borders and she did so dutifully; it was her only home. She checked her watch, in only five minutes she would be free and Malcolm would take over.More Like This
She sighed and let her wrist fall. She really wished that the minutes would pass quicker b
A Percabeth Valentine's DayPercy was nervous. He fixed his green shirt as he looked in the mirror, studying his features, wondering if Annabeth's critical sense of style would approve. Hopefully, she would. He ran a brush through his hair again, it seemed like his hair had a mind of its own nowadays, and not even brushes could contain that mess. He just hoped it wouldn't go haywire on his date with Annabeth tonight.More Like This
He heard a knock on his door and with a start, he turned around. He saw his smiling mother, the light appearance of crow's feet caressing their way around his mother's eyes. Her hair rested on her shoulders, her brown eyes shone at the sight of him.
"Oh
The Poisoned KnifeAll I heard was a cry of pain.More Like This
The chilling sound just my adrenaline-driven heart beat even faster.
I turned around.
She was hurt.
My eyes then averted to the masked figure,
Who caused the pain.
Him...he hurt Annabeth.
The poisoned dagger.
Clutched in his evil hands.
A horrible, nasty grin sketching upon his face.
Even though he still didn't hit his main goal,
His shiny knife hit another soft spot of mine.
Then, I heard a groan.
I saw her neon camp shirt,
The sleeve, sinking mercilessly in a sea of crimson.
Her now red and flustered cheeks,
Hot from battle,
Growing as pale as the moon on a winter's night.
She needed help.
I
Swordfighting in the SunlightA drop of sweat fell to the ground,More Like This
Accompanied with the sound of my laughter,
Echoing around the trees.
He missed again.
Our swords of bronze glinted in the sun,
Dancing along to our shallow, but quickly in taken breaths.
I side-stepped my way out of his slash,
And swung my weapon at his open arm.
The blade met the skin and left a scarlet line.
He ignored it and pursued me further.
I easily blocked his curve to my head
And kicked his stomach.
He fell to the ground.
"I told you. You could never beat me."
I walked over to him,
Rested my foot on his chest
And struck a heroic pose.
But, I don't remember falling onto his chest an
I'm Missing You So Much"Can you feel me when I think about you with every breath I take?"More Like This
Annabeth would admit it: sucessfully breathing was painful nowadays. She even tried to explain the feeling to herself because it was so complicated.
However, the best answer she could come up with was that a lock of grief was tightly chained around her ribcage, making her wince in agony whenever she breathed a little too hard for her body's comfort.
This reaction sucked, especially when the rigorous schedule of training rolled around.
She knew that nectar, ambrosia, not even Apollo himself could heal her.
She couldn't wait to find him.
Maybe that's when the pain will fad
Can't Get You Off My Mind"Di immortales!" Annabeth yelled as her fifth arrow yet again soared into the white part of the target. This just isn't my day, she thought as she collected her bunch of unlucky arrows. It seemed like they went everywhere besides the target.More Like This
It was those beautiful green eyes, messy black hair and foolish grin that kept her from keeping her focus on the bull's eye.
Annabeth didn't like to lose her focus on things; she liked to complete them successfully, especially training because this was the activity that would keep her alive. Right now, she had to forget Percy and finish archery class with at least three bulls' eyes. She accepted that ch
She's Got A Smile"You shouldn't have sprayed him in the first place." Annabeth sensibly said as she fed me a spoonful of nectar, her gray eyes were dark with worry as she studied my current, broken condition. This scene that played out in front of me was too familiar. The nectar tasted like my mother's homemade cookies. That comforted me slightly, though.More Like This
It was late in the afternoon; I saw that the warm sun making its descent from the sky. Annabeth and I were both in the Infirmary because I had gotten pretty beat up after arguing and fighting with a kid of Ares. He ticked me off and...I don't know. I just lost it. But, Annabeth managed to break it up. She w
Fighting For Percy"Oh, Jackson." I shivered when I heard that cruel, but familiar voice. I gulped down some confidence and turned around.More Like This
"Clarisse." My voice must've cracked because she smirked at my fear.
"I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to." She came closer to me, cracking her knuckles. Oh gods.
"What...what do you want?" I asked quietly. I sounded pathetic. Was I really?
"You're pathetic!" She spat at me, while taking out her electric spear. Gods, I hated that spear.
"I'll pummel you to bits!" She poked her spear at my chest, sending a zap of electricity into my heart. I flinched. Have I mentioned how much I hated that spear? Just
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