histórias de Thearch

I wrote this back in 10th grade in roughly 45 minutes. This is literally the actual story I've never edited it. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

"I sort of fell," Percy admitted, his breath tickling the back of her neck. She pushed out of his arms and stared at him like he grew horns. Annabeth had considered the possibility that he had fallen, but the river was nowhere close to the Arch. The weirdest part, though? He was completely dry. "Percy! Six hundred and thirty feet?" Annabeth exclaimed, throwing her hands up. or annabeths pov of the st. louis arch scene xposted from ao3 (cuz it flopped lol)