The Story of My LifeI slammed her cabin’s door behind me.More Like This
I rarely got angry, realy. Annoyed, yes. But actually angry? No. That was Annabeth’s job.
Her name was also rarely associated with anger.
But another argument. Another one.
Why did she always insist she was right? Just because she was Wisdom’s daughter didn’t mean she would be right about everything.
I could be right too sometimes. She had to see that.
I walked to the front of camp.
No one bothered to question it- I had been at camp so long people rarely questioned me about anything except some of my friends, or enemies normally.
Chiron was in the Big House so I assumed that he wasn’t going to need the car any time soon. Except maybe if he decided he wanted some donuts or something.
I had gotten my drivers licence a couple summers ago so I knew how this worked.
Luckily Camp had left the keys one the dashboard(I mean who would even steal it? It’s not like mortals could enter) so I st