Annabeth POV

Well, at least, I tried to.
But Apollo grabbed me with a shout, and pulled me down.

"Annabeth Chase! What's wrong with you?" He asked, staring into my eyes, worried.

"Sorry. I thought..."

"Wait. I think there's something up with you. Your personality has changed quite a bit ever since...but I can't blame you." He muttered.

After that, he looked at my blood pressure, did some tests, and came out looking not so good.

"Annabeth, you have PTSD, but not a regular PTSD, a depression related PTSD. And also, Philophobia."

"What the heck are those?"

"PTSD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, is when you've faced too much, and you start to hallucinate, get sick, be depressed, have vivid nightmares...that sorta stuff. And Philophobia...my my, it's been long since I've seen anyone with that!"

"What is Philophobia?"

"It's the fear of being loved, and falling in love. Or being cared for...you know. All sorts of love. You're scared of that."

"That makes sense." I was relieved that that sort of explained some stuff.

But I had to go. The others were coming.
I ran out on the sidewalk.

I started to sing.

Say something I'm giving up on you
I'll be the one if you want me to
Anywhere I would have followed you
Say something I'm giving up on you

And I...
Am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all

And I...
Will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl

Say something I'm giving up on you
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something I'm giving up on you

And I...
Will swallow my pride
You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye

Say something I'm giving up on you
And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
And anywhere I would've followed you (Oh-Ooh)
Say something I'm giving up on you

Say something I'm giving up on you
Say something...

This song reminded me of my life.
But I didn't realize I was being stared at.

A girl with a ginger complexion, a camouflage shirt, and a green shock of hair came over.

"Hi. I'm Kayla Knowles. I'm a singer, and a record dealer. Your voice is simply divine. You want to take this record deal?" She asked.

"Uh...sure?" I mumbled.

"Excellent! See you on Sunday!"

"No wait. I have university!" I protested. I was only twenty. I needed a freaking degree!!!

"Oh. Sorry. How about...next month?" She offered.

"Sure."

"Yeah!"

When she left, I went to the library to use the computer. When I clicked on one of them, it said that there was this place called "New Rome College." 

It was all the way in California, but I decided to go.

The website said that they have a plane that picked up new transfers for all over the world, so I signed up.