Annabeth/Malcolm II - Gabrielle Dickens

                                    

                                          
"Urgh!" I complained, while dropping my English book, frustrated. Why did the teacher wanted us to know long and complicated synonyms that no one uses?! "It's useless!"
                          
"Gabrielle?" Dad called me, peeking into my room. I huffed, crossing my arms on top of my chest "What's wrong, honey?"
                          
"I can't do my English homework, Daddy..." I admitted, my lower lip quivering. It wasn't the first time we had this conversation. And, each time, I was more mad and angry "It's getting really hard..." Dad sighed and walked to me, hugging me. I hugged him back and, for the first time, I cried on my Dad's arms.
                          
"I know what you mean, Gabby..." Dad rubbed my chestnut hair and wiping my tears "I think I actually have something for you to help you..."
                          
"You do?" I sniffed, looking up at him. Dad said that not reading well was something from that came in the family. That he had a lot of cousins and siblings that are going through the same.
                          
"I have a couple of cousins... Annabeth and Malcolm, they wrote a book for people like us..." After that, he gave me a small book with an orange cover and black letters. Immediately, I could read the title 'English for Dyslexic: Remember, You're NOT a Freak'. I smiled at this, because my classmates thought I was weird because I couldn't read.
                          
"I can read it! I can read it!" I beamed at him, making him laugh a little "Thank you, Daddy!" I thanked him, hugging him tight.
                          
"You're welcome, honey" Dad beamed at me "Now, let's go down, cause Mom made dinner, OK?" I nodded and followed him outside my room, a little more cheer up. I was definitely reading the book before going to bed!
                          
~oOo~
                          
It's been months since Dad had given me the book his cousins wrote and since then, homework had been the easiest thing I ever faced!
                          
Mom is always smiling when I read it and says that the book became my Bible, but I didn't really understood what that meant, until Dad explained to me that it was like a way of living. Since then, I tend to giggle whenever Mom says something like that. It even helped me for when I started seeing Maths at school, because numbers was even more hard for me to read.
                          
"Welcome home, Gabby!" Mom greeted me, when I got home from school. She was waiting for me in the bus stop and I gave her a big hug "Wow, not that I don't appreciate it, but what's that for?" she asked me, all confused.
                          
"I just wanted to hug you" I answered her. She eyed me for a second before I smiled "And I got an A  in my homework!"
                          
"That's great, honey!" she congratulated me, walking us home "Wait till we tell Dad about it..." I chuckeld and nodded, happy about it "And, I was going to wait for your Dad to tell you this, but I think you deserve it, especially after that great grade..." she smiled mysteriously to me, while opening the front door. Five seconds later, I was begging.
                          
"Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please-!"
                          
"Alright, alright!" Mom laughed, closing the door. I smiled and waited "Your Dad told me that the writers of your favorite book will make a book signing soon and that he was welcome to go with their most enthusiasm fan-" Mom couldn't finish, because I was squeaking and shrieking in happiness. I was going to meet my idols!! I can't believe it!!
                          
"When, Mom? When?!"
                          
"In two weeks and only if you behave properly, missy" she threaten me, smirking. I squeaked one more time before rushing to my door.
                          
I'm getting my book signed!!
                          
~oOo~
                          
Two weeks later, I was holding my Dad's hand and making a line to meet Annabeth and Malcolm. I knew it was useless to be tiptoeing up to see them, cause a lot of grown ups were there and it was hard to. Dad offered to carry me on his shoulders, but I said no. I was a big girl and I didn't need to do that. Dad's only reply to me was 'You're only six and a half...' I think he doesn't like that I'm growing.
                          
After an hour of waiting outside the store, a car parked and two people got down, quickly swarmed by photographers. Dad explained to me that is not common that people write books like this and get popular, but they managed to make it popular and something people should concern and investigate about.
                          
The first person who walked put of the car was a man, that seems as old as Dad. But he was blonde instead of chestnut and his skin was really tan. He was wearing sunglasses, which I think it was more because of him looking like a celebrity than the sun, because it was winter! He was wearing some jeans and a thick jacket and walked inside the store, waving at the people. I knew he was Malcolm.
                          
The other person was, for sure, Annabeth. She was also blonde and she was wearing a long furry coat up to her neck wth no sunglasses. She had grey eyes and they were kind of scary, because the photographers were walking away from her. She also was tan and was showing a little frown on her face. When she looked into our direction, she smirked and waved. I waved back before she walked into the store.
                          
"Did you see, Dad?" I whispered to Dad, as if I didn't want the rest of the people to know what I was about to say "She waved at me!"
                          
"Yes, she did, honey" he squeezed me in a hug "And, I bet that she'll talk to you if you do as well..."
                          
"You really think so, Dad?" I wondered at him, looking up at him. He nodded, just when the line began moving inside the store. Apparently, they were fast people or the ones who went to see them didn't have much to say. But I don't plan on staying there tongue-tied, no sir! I was gonna talk to them!
                          
"OK! A few more people..." Dad pointed out and I took out my book, clutching it in my hands. I tried not to jump up and down, but I did do a few mini jumps, that made Dad chuckle. When it was our turn, I squeaked and rushed towards the table full of books, ready to be signed.
                          
"Hello, there!" Malcolm greeted me, making me blush "What's your name?"
                          
"Ga-Gabby..." I stuttered, totally forgetting about my 'not tongue-tied' thought. Malcolm nodded and asked me for my book. I handed it to him and he started to write.
                          
"I take it worked to her, Mark?" Annabeth asked Dad, smirking. Dad chuckled and nodded, making me blush even more.
                          
"Dad!" I complained to him.
                          
"It's her Bible... She lives by it!" Dad embarrassed me a little, hugging me.
                          
"Why don't you guys stay until the end of this rodeo and we can talk about a sequel on helping people with other languages?" Malcolm winked at us, handing me back my book. Before I could open it, Annabeth asked for it to sign it.
                          
"Co-could it be about maths?" I timidly offered them, who looked at me like I have them a great idea.
                          
"She has brains, Mark" Annabeth praised me, handing me the book. Dad winked at me, before taking me away of the line to let me read my books.
                          
'To Gabby, a brave girl who will be whatever she wants! Love, Cousin Malcolm'
                          
'To Gabrielle, dreams aren't limited by words. Dream big! Annabeth'
                          
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Hello, boys and girls!!
                          
I brought you another chapter today, which features a Legacy (haven't decided if Mark is gonna be 'Mark' from Ares' Cabin or someone else...)
                          
Wow, have no things to say today!
                          
See you during the week!! Keep requesting! I'm full of ideas, but not of couples!!