I'm No Cinderella

32. Goodbye, Good High

IMPORTANT DONT SKIP. A/N: Hey guys! This is a big chapter. Its about 7500 words (you're welcome for taking so damn long) and I put my back into it lol. And unfortunately it is the last chapter before the epilogue. Its been a really nice ride. This chapter is filled with some emotions, a heck of apologies, a speech, and a little sumsum for all you crazy cats in the end. ;)

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I woke up feeling some type of determination and eagerness. I wasn't exactly sure of what for, maybe for my speech or the end of school? For college? For the talk with Percy?

Today was Graduation Day. I was graduating. I completed four years of school. Now it's time to complete another four, and maybe another four after that.

I got out of bed and sighed. I looked over at my dress from the night before laid out on a chair underneath my cap and gown. A crown and sash was on my dresser. Prom was last night. I was Prom Queen.

Well, that's a bit peculiar.

I danced with Percy.

Well, that's very fortunate.

We danced for most of the night actually. To different songs, just swaying underneath the fake Eiffel Tower. I could've stayed like that forever. That way we'd avoid any talks that could lead to who knows what.

Bobby and Matthew pushed open my door, making it slam against the wall, nearly making my heart stop. They ran towards my bed. "ANNIE!"

"Good morning guys," I yawned.

"Annie," Matthew said, "Bobby keeps crying."

That woke me up. I looked over the six year old who had tears running down his face, his lip curled into his mouth, and his nose red. I pulled him into my lap.

"What's up, Bobby? Why are you crying?"

"I'm mad at you," he whined.

"Why?"

Bobby sniffled and buried his face into my neck. It kind of made me think of my own future with my own kids someday. Me comforting them like a normal mother should and loving them as much as possible. I've always wanted something permanent. Maybe I'll have kids with black hair and grey eyes running around in ten years...whoa. Stop thinking Annabeth. Stop.

"You're leaving us," he sniffled before breaking out into sobs. Matthew crawled onto the bed and fit himself under my arm somehow. They were always able to squeeze their bodies into tiny places just to be close to me.

"Aww guys. I'm only going away for a little bit. I'll be back before you know it. And I'll always come back for holidays and birthdays..." If I had enough money for flights that is..."

"No! You're going to forget about us. Just like you do now," he responded.

"What?"

Matthew pouted. "You're always with Percy and Reyna."