I walked out of the big house with a bitter sweet feeling. Jackson Is dead!
Wow! For some reason I feel happy and relieved that he's gone and won't bother me anymore. But another part of me,a much bigger part is sad and hopeless and wants to burst in to tears on the spot. Does this mean that I like Percy Jackson? he stole my heart and I don't want it back.
-------------------1 week later-------------
The mood is gloomy and the fire is barely burning. Annabeth is crying constantly and staring at the burial shroud with a dazed look on her face.
"He was one of the most noble guys I have ever known and he is right there"! she screamed with a angry and surprised expression on her face.
Everyone including me turned to look at where she's pointing and see Jackson standing there alive with a curious and appreciative look and then I saw Annabeth and she didn't look so sad anymore. She must have wanted to kill him and he could wish he was dead.
He was alive! My crush is alive!
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Helen daughter of the Snow
FanfictionHelen Smith was a normal kid who gets haunted in her dreams from a demigod. She falls in love with him though but he breaks her heart. Will she ever fall in love again though? When she leaves her mother's palace to go to Camp Half-Blood will she fin...
