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'all of the memories so close to me just fade away
All this time you were pretending, so much for my happy ending'
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Annabeth nodded her head and hummed silently to the song that was blasting in her ears as she sat on the old bus. She continued to look out the window as she thought that Avril Lavigne knew how to tell it like it is. There is no such thing as happy endings. You're born, you live, you die. That's it. All of the stuff you do in-between is just you trying to find some sort of happiness while living on this hell hole of a planet.
Although Annabeth Chase lived a pretty normal life, she still wasn't happy. She had a family that cared for her (most of the time) and a few good friends that she trusted... But they didn't really make her happy. Sure, she would laugh and smile with them, but Annabeth couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something. Like there was a missing puzzle piece that could maybe, just maybe, make her feel something extraordinary.
She mentally scoffed. What else could she want? Aside from the people in her life, she was going to be graduating from Columbia University (which was her dream school), and she has already begun to receive job offers for the career of her choice. Annabeth has always wanted to become an architect and now, she couldn't wait to get out of school and begin her life.
Percy Jackson on the other hand, was dreading the day that he would graduate. He didn't like change and quite frankly, the thought of starting a new life on his own scared the crap out of him.
Percy was on the same boat as Annabeth. He wasn't completely happy. He wanted something more, but he just didn't know what that something was. He had loving parents and a step-parent, a good amount of friends, and he was fortunate enough that his father had enough money to pay for his education. Even though Percy thought he was a pretty lucky guy, he knew that he wouldn't be truly content until he found what he was looking for.
Annabeth continued to quietly mumble to herself as the bus came up to another stop. She had been coming from her friend Thalia's apartment which was a good hour away by public transit. She could have easily taken her car and she would have been home in less than twenty minutes, but something inside of her said that it would be a better idea to take the bus.
She wished she had ignored the feeling.
Now, she was sitting in an uncomfortable chair, in an old smelly bus, with creepy guys eyeing her like a meal. She slowly sunk lower in her seat as the doors opened again signaling people to get off. This stop happened to be very popular since almost all the passengers decided to leave. The only people left were a slightly drunk middle aged man with a scruffy beard, an old lady that looked considerably like Betty White, a seriously spiffy business man with a night black suit, and Annabeth.
