Nobody really knew what to say after she left so the room hung in an awkward silence.
Annabeth survieled the surrounding. Her sister Jena was tapping the edge of her plate absentmindedly, Justin simply drank his tea and bit out of his biscuit in silence, his father at the head of the table seemed twice as nervous as Maria who looked like she was going to stand up and run out of the room. Annabeth was going to beat her to it.
Annabeth finished her tea and stood up from the table. She stood for a second as everyone at the table turned to look at her but she could care less and simply leaned in and too a biscuit from the middle of the table.
She looked around the table and chuckled, "What's with the faces everyone? Haha, your skin looks whiter than the powder I have on my table."
She turned to her father and smirked, "Are you anxious father?"
It took a second for her father to turn to face her. "Do not begin spewing dirty words now, Annabeth."
