percyforever

My name is Annabeth Williams, daughter of Lauren and Charles Williams. I am the younger of two girls. With the exception of my sister Eliza I am the only one who really cares about our small farm. That hasn't always been the case, my mother use to care deeply for our farm. We would all take care of our few animals together, my older sister Eliza, our mother and I. our father would never be home and there is no way for us to quickly communicate to him. In my world the only power we have is light. To give someone news of anything, good or bad, we must send it by mail cariges or dove flight. Depending on your dove's speed and focus it could take

I've recently reached the age where I soon have to know what direction I want to  go in that determines the path that the rest of my life will take. And i have no clue. There are so many things that I love, but don't have the talent needed to be successful (or any talent in the area at all). And people keep telling me that I will discover what I'm good at, eventually. Eventually. Cool, now how long is eventually? Because so far I have just spent my life surrounded by amazing, talented people finding their eventuality's. Seeing them grow into their destinies, their futures now set and gloriously bright. Some not even realizing who they have be

Lies? They said you're getting better Did they lie? Or did you just let go? You said you were feeling better You said you'll make it You said you'd never stop fighting What made you change your mind? Did it hurt? Did you forget? Or was it just time I guess my questions will never be answered You said you would never stop fighting Those words died and so did the answers But you are different No matter how far away you are you will always be near

The stage lights are off as I walk to my position on the dark stage. As I wait for the curtains to open I think about all the hard work and persistence it took me to get this far. The music started. Here I go. The hot sticky sweat dripped down my face as I finished my combination. "All right class good job today and don't forget to practice your table jumps and hinges to the floor for next class."  I walk out of the studio into the hall to grab a drink from my bag. I inhaled down almost the whole bottle in one gulp. "Tough class today, Annabelle?" my best friend Marisa questioned.   "Yeah, today was pretty rough." "O

"Rich!" There was nothing but silence around her. The air felt strangely...full. Oppressive, like it was pressing in on all sides, choking her. She could barely breathe. "Rich! Oh God, oh God." She didn't even recognize her own voice, it seemed foreign to her own ears. Each word spoken was muffled, drowned out by the heavy beat of her heart and her halting footsteps. Every step she took she had to struggle, pushing debris out of the way, sharp pieces of wood and metal scratching her legs as she walked. And she had been walking. For so long. "Rich!" She began to wonder if it was her hearing that was the problem, or if her voice was simpl