Her annoying alarm clock bleeped constantly in the morning sun. Ripping her from the sleep she was still chasing. Each bleep reminding her you're going to be late, you're going to be late. Annabeth rolled out of bed with a annoyed feeling in her gut and a bad taste in her mouth. She definitely wasn't a morning person. No one would be a morning person at with the hours of sleep she got.
Work was an asshole to her, but she needed the money.
Bright and chirpy sun streamed through her window and warmed her carpeted floor, keeping her feet nice and cozy. She ignored it however and grumbled quietly while wiping the sleep from her eyes.
Taking her time she shed her night clothes and picked a suitable outfit for the day. Plain shirt, just jeans, old converse. Keeping it simple was her style. That, and it was comfortable.
With a sigh, she dipped her head into the shower and combed through the locks with her fingers, only to get her hair wet. Curly hair was not at all like it was put up to be. Brushing it reduced it to just fuzz but sleeping on it made it scraggly and frizzy. It was just obnoxious. So, she had to wet her hair every morning just to get the curls back.
After a brief blow dry, she practically tripped down the stairs thanks to her brothers skateboard being under foot.
"Morning boys" Annabeth groaned as she searched the magnet dotted fridge for a glass of orange juice.
"Morning" came the monotone voices from the comfortable grey themed living room. Matthew and Bobby each had a black grubby controller in there hands and were violently hacking away in the video games. Bloody slashes and gunshots echoed from the screen as they hacked off a player's head. So much for a peaceful morning.
Before Annabeth had time to spring into her daily chastising, two even honks echoed from outside impatiently, probably waking the other neighbors.
Annabeth ditched the glass of orange juice and bolted for the door taking a moment to snatch up her blue checkered backpack off the hardwood.
"Hi girls sorry I'm late" Annabeth uttered as she slid into the back seat of Piper's car.
Hazel laughed quietly "You're always late." Annabeth blushed and muttered a few words under her breath. Probably curses.
"Oh Annie! I figured out who you were in the past!" Piper declared dramatically.
"Oh great. Here we go." Annabeth rolled her eyes and groaned loudly.
"A Scottish princess being forced to marry a prince you didn't love, So what did you do? you ran away and fell in love with a fisher who gave you that necklace." Piper finished by sending a smirk back.
Annabeth rolled her eyes again "Pipes I was seven, and I'm not Scottish. Even so, I'm pretty sure this necklace is from my mother, whoever she is. Besides I'm biologically Frederick's daughter and trust me, he's no king."
"Wait" Hazel piped in "Since Fredrick is your father then shouldn't he remember your mother?"
Annabeth shook her head "He can't remember which one."
"Rawr Rawr Annie, I didn't know your father was a swinger back in the day" Piper winked from the driver's seat.
Annabeth pinched the bridge of her nose "Well apparently he was, and I'm the product of one of those relationships."
"Wouldn't it be weird if you got your memory back and then we turned out to be long lost cousins or something?" Piper smiled while her eyes twinkled like a rainbow diamond.
Annabeth clutched her half shell and let out a throaty sigh "If I ever do get my frickin' memory back."
"You will." Hazel commented lightheartedly but reassuringly.
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Forgotten Paradise by Average Canadian
Fanfiction*DISCLAIMER* I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY, IT WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN BY AVERAGE CANADIAN ON ANOTHER SITE. I JUST LOVED THIS STORY VERY MUCH AND IT IS MY ALL-TIME FAVORITE PERCABETH FANFICTION. I DO NOT OWN IT'S CHARACTERS (Rick Riordan does), OR IT'S PLO...
