Hello fellow human beings of planet earth.

I know what you're thinking. Apparently, I have resurrected from the dead and am still writing. Right now, I'm just sorting through my ideas and trying to see what's fanfiction worthy. Also, this is just a side story but I'm sort of prioritizing the sequel to 'What?' since so many voted for it to be written.

Anyways, here you go. Hope you like it. Although I warn you. It's pretty depressing.

Disclaimer: PJO does not belong to me.

Senior year consists of two words that held the exact same meaning for Percy Jackson. For him, it's just life telling him that he was getting older and he had to move out of his house soon. He may be more than capable of living an independent life, considering how he is the son of Poseidon and have experienced many things most people can only imagine.

Plus, that was one of the reasons why his friends questioned him why he didn't believe in the idea of graduation and college preparation. Most demigods don't even live to his age so he should be grateful for surviving all of those wars and quests. Not to mention that he was part of the two great prophecies and had his life threatened more than he can count.

But that did very little to convince him of the truth.

He was well aware of the fact that high school is the best four years of a person's life. Senior year would just put an end to that and train its victims to be robotic people programmed to think of the future and only of the future. He knew his thoughts were pretty childish and that it shouldn't belong to an eighteen year old mind but he couldn't help himself. He had been through plenty of horrible, desperate situations and he deserves a childish thought every now and then.

It was rather depressing to think that just when he's getting parental freedom, he's being caged by so many responsibilities and expectations. Has he ever experienced real freedom? Was he merely a tool for the gods that will only have use when the world is being threatened by powerful forces?

And he's going to be alone soon. He's going to leave his mother's apartment and her protective embrace. He's going to pretend that he's an independent individual and that the real world doesn't scare him. Because he's Percy Jackson. He'll live through it.

Nevertheless, he hated seeing those kinds of people walking through the streets, all those mechanical people living mechanical lives: finish school, go to college, find a job, get married, have children. Those children will just continue that pathetically endless cycle that no one could possibly stop now. Even if someone did try to break it, or at least dent it, they'd just end up failing and wasting the time and energy they need to do something actually worthwhile. Why does fighting the status quo have to be so unusual for society? He had to ask Annabeth later.

He had no choice but to go with the flow and just appreciate the little moments he has as an actual human being, feeling real emotions and being with the people he cares about the most. What's the point in saving the world twice if life would just remain a robotic cycle of robotic people?

So he did try to welcome the worry, excitement, happiness, depression, and curiosity that came with human life. He tried not to think about growing up and taking on responsibilities that had nothing to do with being the leader of Grecian demigods. He's going to experiment with the many misconceptions of freedom there is and try to find his own definition of it. He's going to do stupid things and try to break the endless cycle many call life and just be human for once in his lifetime.

He's growing up too fast. When he was fourteen, he held the weight of the sky in his shoulders. At sixteen, he defeated the Titan lord Kronos. At eighteen, he went through hell and put Mother Earth back to sleep. Shouldn't senior year be easy for him to handle? When the others worry about what college they're going to or what career path their taking, he needed to think about humanity and how he was going to save it from destruction again. He had to worry about not dying for the millionth time and do his best so that his friends don't lose their lives as well.

So what if he was a little scared of growing up? Everyone was.

Sometimes, he would just wish that he lived in blissful ignorance. He wished that he was a normal teenage boy with normal parents and normal friends and worrying about normal problems. But that means not meeting Annabeth and she's his entire life.

He's going to suck it all up and lock it all in for her. He's going to ignore his fear of responsibility and sacrifice his freedom for her. The world deserves more Annabeths that it needs Percys. She's going to be building something permanent. He's going to keep on destroying things because that's what he does best. He already has a description of love. He's still working on the meaning of freedom.

And maybe freedom is like love. Maybe he feels free whenever he's with her. Maybe, even when he's locked up in jail or in a monster's dungeon, as long as he's with her he's still soaring like a bird.

Or maybe he shouldn't be thinking about all this depressing things as he wakes up in the morning beside the most beautiful girl in the world. He doesn't need to ponder on the meaning of existence because it doesn't really matter. He's growing up, so what? He's going to college soon, who cares? In reality, he's merely a speck of dust in the atmosphere. He saved the world but no one but the ones that matter really knew that.

He's going to make the most out of senior year. After all, as long as he's with Annabeth Chase, everything would be fine. She's going to have his back through everything and he's going to do the same.

They swore on the River Styx.

So, time for the serious part.

I'm suffering from identity theft. No, no one's pretending to be me or anything of that sort. I've heard that someone's been copying the storyline of 'What?' and I really want to point out to whoever did that to please stop and use your own ideas. I worked really hard to finish that story and I'm not going to accept that someone's going to take the easy way out.

But anyways, I hope you like this one and tell me if you want another chapter. I'm thinking of doing Annabeth and why she doesn't believe in the idea of achievements. If you have any ideas, please review:)