"Annabeth!" My dad called up to me. "Wake up! Get ready! It's a big day!"
He was right. It was a big day—graduation. I groaned as I sat up in my bed, checking my phone. It was bright and early for a Saturday morning; 9:00 a.m.
I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed and into my bathroom. I turned on the shower and undressed. I played my music from my phone.
I don't wanna think about a moment with you, I'm kinda hoping for forever I been dreaming 'bout a knitted sweater for two God dammit we look good together
"I hope you plan on washing your hair!" Helen called to me.
I sighed. Unfortunately, it was a day where I had to actually do my hair.
After my shower, I decided that I would do minimal make up. I was not about to cake a bunch of shit on my face, no thank you. I applied some mascara, and a natural colored lipstick. I didn't need to use anything like foundation—I had no breakouts to cover up because I never wore make up.
Next I decided I would have to blow dry my hair—one of the fucking worst things I have ever experienced. I grabbed a brush, detangling my crazy hair. Then I dug out the dreaded blow dryer from the cabinet under the sink.
"I hate you." I looked at the device.
I sighed and got it over with. When I was finished, my hair was still frizzy and curly—just how I liked it. I took two strands from the front, pinning them together in the back.
I walked back into my room over to my closet, where my dress hung on the door. It was a dark green, short dress. I didn't want anything too fancy, so this was kind of perfect.
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I got it on and pulled on my Converse as well (couldn't get me in heels then, can't do it now). I walked in front of my mirror, examining myself. I smirked thinking about Percy's face when he saw me in the dress.
"Oh, Annabeth, you look beautiful." Helen stopped outside my door and came into my room.
"Thanks," I smiled. "Let's just hope I don't trip on my way to get my diploma," I chuckled.
"You'll be fine," Helen said, waving her hand. "But I actually have something for you."
"Really?" I asked. "What is it?"
"It's just something simple, nothing huge." She showed me a small shiny barrette in the shape of a feather. It was beautiful.
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