Ten Ways To Say I Love You

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1800 meters. 6000 feet. A little over a mile.

That's how deep the Grand Canyon was. That's how much her heart broke.

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In my world, every heartbreak, every time someone loses hope in love, it leaves a physical reminder on the surface of the Earth. When it's someone you thought you loved, it cracks. Just a little. When you lose a love that's been with you for over fifty years, it chasms.

So what happened to me? What caused my heart to break so badly that it caused the largest canyon in America?

This isn't a story with a happy ending. It's not where the boy gets the girl, and they live happily ever after. It started when we were twelve years old.

The first time Percy Jackson and I met, we hated each other. Loathed each other. Annoyed each other to no end.

This is how our story begins.

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Age 12

I was walking through the hallway when I crashed into the lockers, too focused on my book to pay attention.

I stooped down to pick my stuff up, and another hand reached down to help me. I looked up to see a boy with messy black hair and green eyes helping me pick my stuff up.

He scoffed, "Watch where you're going, bookworm. Don't want to get hurt with all the books you carry around."

I ripped my stuff out of his hands. "I was going to say thank you, but forget it. Anyone who disrespects people like that doesn't deserve it."

His green eyes flashed with anger and her dropped my stuff in my arms, saying, "Don't make too many assumptions of people, bookworm. It's not a good thing to do." As he walked off, I rolled my eyes and continued on with my day. The first day of school is always daunting.

I entered my history classroom, the gleaming desks and clean sheets of syllabus paper laid out in perfect formation. I took a seat near the front, hoping to learn as much as I could. Not twenty seconds after I walked in, the boy with the black hair and green eyes entered the room. As soon as we spotted each other, anger rose up inside of me.

His eyes darkened, and he stalked to the back of the room with his friends. He didn't exactly strike me as some guy who was excited to be in school. But then again, what guy was?

When the class was over, I stepped out of the room and headed to lunch. There I saw the boy again, with his friends.

I walked up to him, and said, "Don't ever call me a bookworm again, ok? Making assumptions about people isn't good."

He said, "I wasn't disrespecting you, bookworm. Or making assumptions. I just noticed how many books you were carrying! Sorry if that makes me a criminal."

I stomped my foot. "God, you're so annoying!" I said.

He grinned. "I try to be. What's your name?" He asked me.

"Annabeth. Annabeth Chase."

His smile only grew. "Pleasure to meet you, Annabeth Chase. I'm Percy. Percy Jackson."