Annabeth Chase

Sitting in a never-ending English Class can be horrible. Especially when your ADHD, dslexic, and have an awesome guy who just finally asked you out is waiting for you at this minute. But there I was, sitting under a cramped desk the first day of my senior year, trying to fill out a personaltiy paper. It was the last period, and I was dying to stick something, or someone, with my knife. I slowly tried to figure out what the next question was. "What are some comforting sights, smells, and sounds for you?" I amediatly started scribbling in my answer. "The sounds of swords clanging, armor hitting, the frustrated yells of the losers. The smell of hard work, sweat, and sometimes blood. But I quickly erased that answer and re-wrote. The smell of my mom baking cookies at home, and my dog rubbing my leg with it's head. The kind of goody-goody answer teachers love. As if my mom baked cookies. She is the goddess Athena, she has never been to my house, let alone baked something edible in it. As if I had a dog. The closest thing I have to a dog is a giant friendly hellhound the size of a tank, who just sit's on me. And she's Percy's, not mine. So I can't share my regular life with me teachers, who cares! They would just say I'm lying. I need to think on the good side. I'm living in New York, (next to Percy) going to a private boarding for genuises (kind of next to Percy, Goode, his high-school is around the block) and living with my father and his family (mostly next to Percy). And I'm trying to be honest with myself, that is mostly why I'm here. But being lost in my day-dreams, something I'm ussually not lost in, I felt a slight vibrate in my pocket. I carefully slid my cell-phone out, and eqully silent, I flipped it open. "Hey, borrowed my mom's phone, where r u?" the text coudn't be from any one else, so I responded "Sittin in English, bored, sorry, couldn't get myself to ditch." " Ok, but you have to watch Finding Nemo with me back at my place :)" "Deal, GTG". I placed my phone back right as the teacher walked by to collect papers. She quickly read through mine, and commented "I see good potential Miss Chase." and walked on. The life-saving bell rang, and I scurryed past my locker, leaving all my stuff and dashed out the door, rushing for Percy's apartment building. I rode the elavator, feeling like I nut, but screaming at it to go faster. I raced to the right door, and opened it. The room that was usually lit up with light and laughter was empty. "Percy?" I called out. But befor I could respond, a damp rag covered my mouth and everything went black.