![]() Author has written 17 stories for Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Hey! Welcome to my profile! Scroll down more to check out my blog, writersdigest for some advice for writing, and more things. Name: Well, you could call me a daughter of Athena. Age: At High School. Hobbies: Acting, Reading, Writing, Playing instruments. Celebrity Crush: Logan Lerman. Again. His face just keeps reeling me in. Favorite Quotes: "Athena always has a plan." "Percy: Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right? Percy: "You dropped this." Annabeth: "I love you!" I dream of being a published writer though. I've been starting some classes for Literature, learning by myself or getting some advice from other writers for newspapers, magazines, or books. I have tumblr too, it's http:/// Also, check out this website: http:/// where it teaches how to increase your ability for writing. It has helped me in many ways, so check it out, people! And on a side note, PM me if you wanna find out anything, or has any ideas for some of the chapters in my stories, I would love your opinions. Favorite Books: Too many to count. "If you deny me before man, I will deny you before my Father in Heaven..." You don't need a hint for this. It's clearly everyone's favorite, or some. :) "Hey." Anabeth slid next to me on the bench. "Happy birthday." She was holding a huge misshapen cupcake with blue icing. I stared at her. "What?" "It's August 18," she said. "Your birthday, right?" I was stunned. It hadn't even occurred to me, but she was right. I had turned sixteen this morning - the same morning I'd made the choice to give Luke the knife. The prophecy had come true right on schedule, and I hadn't even thought about the fact that it was my birthday. "Make a wish," she said. "Did you bake this yourself?" I asked. "Tyson helped." "That explains why it looks like a chocolate brick. " I said. "With extra blue cement." Annabeth laughed. I thought for a second, the blew out the candle. "You saved the world," she said We saved the world." "And Rachel is the new Oracle, which means she won't be dating anybody." "You don't sound disappointed," I noticed. Annabeth shrugged. "Oh, I don't care." "Uh-uh." She raised an eyebrow. "You got something to say to me, Seaweed Brain?" "You'd probably kick my butt." "You know I'd kick your butt." She brushed the cake off my hands. "When I was at the river Styx, turning invulnerable...Nico said I had to concentrate on one thing that kept me anchored to the world, that made me want to saty mortal." Annabeth kept her eyes on the horizon. "Yeah? "The up on Olympus," I said, "when they wanted to make me a god and stuff, I kept thinking-" "Oh, you so wanted to." "Well, maybe a little. But I didn't, because I thought - I didn't want things to stay the same for eternity, because things could always get better. and I was thinking..." My throat felt really dry. "Anyone in particular?" Annabeth asked, her voice soft. I looked over and saw that she was trying not to smile. "You're laughing at me," I complained. "I am not!" "You are so not making this easy." Then she laughed for real, and she put her hands round my neck. "I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it." When she kissed me, I had the feeling my brain was melting right through my body. I could've stayed that way forever, except a voice behind us growled, "Well, it's about time!" "Oh, come on!" I complained. "Is there no privacy? "The lovebirds need to cool off!" Clarisse said with glee. "The canoe lake!" Connir Stoll shouted. With a huge cheer, they carried us down the hill, but they kept us close enough to hold hands. Annabeth was laughing, and I couldn't help laughing too, even though my face was completely red. We held hands right up to the moment they dumped us into the water. Afterward, I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey - when you're the son of Poseidon, you don't have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time. When you were 5, your mom gave you a ice cream cone. You thank her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind. Did you know that 98% of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93% of the people that read this won't repost it? Repost this if you truly believe in God. PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what, and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you. (Amen to that!) |