Finally! I'm finally finished! Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I just checked my driver's license, and it doesn't say or show anything about a famous novelist from Texas. Sorry.
P.S. MUST READ AUTHOR'S NOTE AT BOTTOM WHEN DONE! PLEASE!
My Life, My Love, My Laughter
"Excuse me. Are you Annabeth Chase?"
I turned around to see a girl about my age, with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, and dark, cold eyes. She wore blue denim jeans, a white tank top, and black converse. She watched me nervously, shifting from foot-to-foot.
I looked over at Percy next to me. My boyfriend of two weeks eyed the girl with curious sea green eyes. He glanced sideways at me, and—most likely seeing how wary I was—laced his fingers reassuringly through mine.
I turned back to the girl. "Yeah, that's me. Who's asking?"
She smiled shyly and held out her hand. "I'm Reyna (A.N. Insert Reyna's last name here.). I'm Steven's"—she shifted uncomfortably again—"other ex-girlfriend."
"Oh." I shook her hand awkwardly. "Um… Nice to meet you…"
She leaned forward and muttered, "Is this as awkward for you as it is for me?"
"On a scale of one-to-ten? I'd give it a fifty."
She let go of my hand and laughed. Then she smirked mischievously down at Percy's and my conjoined hands. "I'd say that you work fast, but something tells me that Steven kept you apart."
Percy and I flushed varying shades of crimson. "How'd you know?" Percy asked.
She shrugged. "Lucky guess?"
I slid over so I was on Percy's lap and offered her my old seat. She gladly took it. Percy's arms encircled my waist as the three of us turned to those taking up the rest of the lunch table. After plenty of long-and-boring introductions, we continued our previous conversation. Something about Algebra and the band teacher getting the axe.
It wasn't too long before Reyna and Jason became absorbed in their own conversation. I felt a flash of surprise. Jason—the guy who was always so consumed with his schoolwork—was grinning and laughing like crazy, his electric blue eyes twinkling. Reyna seemed already comfortable around him, even though they'd just met. I couldn't resist smiling. It was a reminder that—no matter how bad things got—life went on.
A felt Percy's fingers brush my neck as he moved my hair out of the way. His breath tickled my cheek as he whispered, "Who's he, and what has he done with Jason?"
I covered my mouth to stifle my giggle. "Something tells me she's over Steven."
"Oh, gee. You think?"
I lightly slapped his arm, and he chuckled against my neck, his lips brushing the soft skin. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Thalia, Leo, Piper, and Nico grinning at us in ways that—though all were different—all said, I told you so.
I stuck my tongue out at them.
Before I sign off on this story for the last time, I have something I want to ask you.
I rewrote this story for an English essay with different character names and characteristics. So it's the same story, but there's nothing that even remotely ties to Rick Riordan on it. Everyone I showed it to—including my teacher—told me that it was great, and that—if I add a bit more to the plotline to make it longer, which I can easily do—I could very easily get it PUBLISHED!
So what do I do? Should I go for it? Of course, I'd rename it. Any ideas? PLEASE ANSWER!