Wings of the Sea
Chapter 1
Dear Annabeth,
I miss you, you know. About what happened back at camp, I'm sorry. I should've realized that making you tell me the last lines of your prophecy wasn't going to be pleasant for you.
I was a real Seaweed Brain then. Now I see why you call me that.
But the reason behind this letter is that I really don't want us to be like this, not talking to each other. I wouldn't usually admit to this but I need you, Wise Girl. I'm sorry for whatever I've done to upset you and I would do anything at this point to get you to speak to me again.
And about the Luke thing, I get that he was like family to you and it's hard to believe what's happened. I'm not saying that I fully believe Luke still has a chance, but I'm not saying that I fully disagree with you either. I don't like it very much but I trust you. And if you say the old Luke is there, I guess I'm just gonna have to trust you a bit more about that.
But please, Wise Girl, I need you. I miss you. And I might just erased marks um, never mind.
Please IM me or something. I'm dying here!
Your friend,
Seaweed Brain
I put down the pencil and looked back over the Ancient Greek writing on the letter.
For the past three months since the last time I saw Annabeth on top of Half-Blood Hill, I've been slowly dying inside. I didn't like that my best friend and I aren't talking to each other and I've felt depressed for the longest time now.
I've thought of IM'ing her but am too chicken to face her upfront without at least knowing she wasn't still irritated or mad with me. I wasn't going to call her either because I don't feel like hearing her scream at me either.
Writing a letter was the best option so here is it...and it sounds kind of sappy at some points. Well it's gonna have to do.
I grabbed my backpack and headed down the hall to the kitchen where my mom was making blueberry pancakes. I silently handed over the letter to her when she stepped away from the stove.
"What's this?" she asked as she took it and looked it over.
"A letter for Annabeth...think you can deliver it for me, please?" I mumbled and took a sit at the table. I looked down at the plate she had set for me. I wasn't very hungry but if I didn't eat, she'd start asking questions and I don't want her to dig deep enough to find out anything to personal. Like my feelings for one daughter of Athena.
I was able to eat half a pancake before I just couldn't eat anymore. Not wanting to talk right now, I quietly went for my black hoodie at the door and my apartment keys. I mumbled a Goodbye and was out the door.
...Ω...
For the whole day, I dreaded what was going to happen. I wasn't sure if Annabeth was going to be okay with my letter or if she'd just rip it up when she saw my name. I felt nervous and unsure of myself.
"Hey, Perce! You okay?" Rachel asked me as she caught up to me and we walked together to lunch. I really didn't want to be bothered right now. Especially since the only thing on my mind right now is the girl that I'm possibly in love with...Annabeth Chase.
"Not exactly, no..." I walked over to my locker and opened it, looking around for my wallet so I could buy my lunch today.
"What's wrong then? Didn't get your daily dose of blue food and need to fill up?" she joked but I didn't even crack a smile. Not in the mood.
We entered the cafeteria and I walked straight to the lunch line. Since I was too depressed to eat this morning, I am now starving for something, anything. I looked at today's menu and there wasn't much.
"A chicken salad sandwich with a side of apple sauce please" I asked for and the stalker-ish lunch lady got out a tray and filled up my order. I say she's stalker-ish because she just stared at me and her eyes wouldn't leave mine. She passed me my tray with a smirk.
"Um...thanks?" I mumbled before grabbing the tray and walking away. As I walked away to grab a bottle of water from the nearby fridge, I could see her smile at every student who ordered and received the apple sauce. I know I should be suspicious but I wasn't really in my right mind right now.
"So you're not gonna tell me a thing?" Rachel asked as I found a table and she plopped herself in the seat next to me.
"Nope" I mumbled and took a bite of my sandwich. It's strange how something you would deem as nasty would actually taste better than what would be normal...like pizza! The pizza here tastes and smells horrible.
"Not even what you ate for breakfast?"
"No but you can guess...not that I'll tell you if you got it right or not..." I took and few more bites of my small sandwich. There wasn't much so I finished up pretty quick.
"Eggs and bacon?"
"Hmm" I mumbled and went for my apple sauce. I stared at the normal looking goop for a few seconds before eating it, not once wondering why it had a strange salty taste.
...Ω...
It took a while to get Rachel off my back but I succeeded. Even when I started to feel a little out of it, and it seemed like her questioning wouldn't stop, I was able to get her to quit and mind her own business. But now as I'm walking home, I wished I never ignored her.
On the way home, I started feeling lightheaded and sleepy. I felt like lying down on the sidewalk I was walking down to my house. And the strange man in the black hoodie, who seemed to be following me, didn't help my paranoia.
At this point, I just wanted to get home as fast as possible so if I did pass out, I'd pass out on my comfy bed.
Just a block away from my apartment complex, my eyes fell heavy and my knees buckled underneath me. I could hear my stalker come over to me as I fell forward. My body was numb and I couldn't move. I could just barely keep my eyes open as the man knelt down next to me and muttered to himself.
"Hey kid, you're one of many who might just be our next great creation..."
And all I saw was black.
Chapter 1
Dear Annabeth,
I miss you, you know. About what happened back at camp, I'm sorry. I should've realized that making you tell me the last lines of your prophecy wasn't going to be pleasant for you.
I was a real Seaweed Brain then. Now I see why you call me that.
But the reason behind this letter is that I really don't want us to be like this, not talking to each other. I wouldn't usually admit to this but I need you, Wise Girl. I'm sorry for whatever I've done to upset you and I would do anything at this point to get you to speak to me again.
And about the Luke thing, I get that he was like family to you and it's hard to believe what's happened. I'm not saying that I fully believe Luke still has a chance, but I'm not saying that I fully disagree with you either. I don't like it very much but I trust you. And if you say the old Luke is there, I guess I'm just gonna have to trust you a bit more about that.
But please, Wise Girl, I need you. I miss you. And I might just erased marks um, never mind.
Please IM me or something. I'm dying here!
Your friend,
Seaweed Brain
I put down the pencil and looked back over the Ancient Greek writing on the letter.
For the past three months since the last time I saw Annabeth on top of Half-Blood Hill, I've been slowly dying inside. I didn't like that my best friend and I aren't talking to each other and I've felt depressed for the longest time now.
I've thought of IM'ing her but am too chicken to face her upfront without at least knowing she wasn't still irritated or mad with me. I wasn't going to call her either because I don't feel like hearing her scream at me either.
Writing a letter was the best option so here is it...and it sounds kind of sappy at some points. Well it's gonna have to do.
I grabbed my backpack and headed down the hall to the kitchen where my mom was making blueberry pancakes. I silently handed over the letter to her when she stepped away from the stove.
"What's this?" she asked as she took it and looked it over.
"A letter for Annabeth...think you can deliver it for me, please?" I mumbled and took a sit at the table. I looked down at the plate she had set for me. I wasn't very hungry but if I didn't eat, she'd start asking questions and I don't want her to dig deep enough to find out anything to personal. Like my feelings for one daughter of Athena.
I was able to eat half a pancake before I just couldn't eat anymore. Not wanting to talk right now, I quietly went for my black hoodie at the door and my apartment keys. I mumbled a Goodbye and was out the door.
...Ω...
For the whole day, I dreaded what was going to happen. I wasn't sure if Annabeth was going to be okay with my letter or if she'd just rip it up when she saw my name. I felt nervous and unsure of myself.
"Hey, Perce! You okay?" Rachel asked me as she caught up to me and we walked together to lunch. I really didn't want to be bothered right now. Especially since the only thing on my mind right now is the girl that I'm possibly in love with...Annabeth Chase.
"Not exactly, no..." I walked over to my locker and opened it, looking around for my wallet so I could buy my lunch today.
"What's wrong then? Didn't get your daily dose of blue food and need to fill up?" she joked but I didn't even crack a smile. Not in the mood.
We entered the cafeteria and I walked straight to the lunch line. Since I was too depressed to eat this morning, I am now starving for something, anything. I looked at today's menu and there wasn't much.
"A chicken salad sandwich with a side of apple sauce please" I asked for and the stalker-ish lunch lady got out a tray and filled up my order. I say she's stalker-ish because she just stared at me and her eyes wouldn't leave mine. She passed me my tray with a smirk.
"Um...thanks?" I mumbled before grabbing the tray and walking away. As I walked away to grab a bottle of water from the nearby fridge, I could see her smile at every student who ordered and received the apple sauce. I know I should be suspicious but I wasn't really in my right mind right now.
"So you're not gonna tell me a thing?" Rachel asked as I found a table and she plopped herself in the seat next to me.
"Nope" I mumbled and took a bite of my sandwich. It's strange how something you would deem as nasty would actually taste better than what would be normal...like pizza! The pizza here tastes and smells horrible.
"Not even what you ate for breakfast?"
"No but you can guess...not that I'll tell you if you got it right or not..." I took and few more bites of my small sandwich. There wasn't much so I finished up pretty quick.
"Eggs and bacon?"
"Hmm" I mumbled and went for my apple sauce. I stared at the normal looking goop for a few seconds before eating it, not once wondering why it had a strange salty taste.
...Ω...
It took a while to get Rachel off my back but I succeeded. Even when I started to feel a little out of it, and it seemed like her questioning wouldn't stop, I was able to get her to quit and mind her own business. But now as I'm walking home, I wished I never ignored her.
On the way home, I started feeling lightheaded and sleepy. I felt like lying down on the sidewalk I was walking down to my house. And the strange man in the black hoodie, who seemed to be following me, didn't help my paranoia.
At this point, I just wanted to get home as fast as possible so if I did pass out, I'd pass out on my comfy bed.
Just a block away from my apartment complex, my eyes fell heavy and my knees buckled underneath me. I could hear my stalker come over to me as I fell forward. My body was numb and I couldn't move. I could just barely keep my eyes open as the man knelt down next to me and muttered to himself.
"Hey kid, you're one of many who might just be our next great creation..."
And all I saw was black.