Annabeth's Pov:

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I loaded the last box out of the car and fell in exhaustion onto my bed. Why did moving have to be so time consuming? I thought to myself. Boxes surrounded the bed, waiting to be opened. The room was empty except for a dust collected dresser in the corner of the room. Light grey walls surrounded me. The only sound that was evident in this room was the sound of waves crashing harshly against the soft sand. The sound was somehow comforting and I couldn't control it when my eyes drooped and the world turned black.

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