Chapter 1
Percy Jackson, after a hectic summer which no one would believe, was returning to high school. Goode Boarding School, to be exact. Sure, he was looking forward to his return and to seeing his few mortal friends again, but he knew he'd miss all aspects of Camp Half-Blood, namely, being with Annabeth. Annabeth Chase, the girl he was more than proud to call his girlfriend, who just happened to be a daughter of Athena.
Percy sighed and resumed packing his things for the following term. He hated how he was among the outcasts just because his taste in everything was different to those around him. He wore old jeans, a loose t-shirt and sometimes, a hoodie. That was alright, however, major problems aroused when he topped history classes regularly, as well as Greek and geography. Otherwise, all his other subjects were a mess. He fought to keep his grades above C in English, especially. His dyslexia didn't help at all.
Percy was a regular contributor to sports, he competed in swimming (obviously), basketball, karate and many types of sword-fighting (including fencing). You'd think a sporty guy like him would be the hearthrob of the school, but apparently, his looks and tastes didn't meet the standards. At games, he was jeered at and was never really noticed by his teammates, if any. Only the coach saw his potential.
The last thing he put in was a photo of him and Annabeth, dressed nicely and casually, so he could tack it above his bed in his dormitory. It was the only thing to remember her by until next summer, whike he feared for her life and if he'd see her again on a day to day basis.
As if on cue, there came a gentle tapping on his bedroom door. It was definitely his mum, calling him downstairs for breakfast so they wouldn't be late for the start-of-term assembly.
Breakfast was bound to be semi-disastrous and teary, just like whenever else Percy went away. After an awkward meal, mother and son arrived at Goode Boarding School. With his blue duffel bag in hand, Percy made his way through the crowded corridors to check which room he was in.
Dormitory 2B, Room 39, the notice read.
As Percy made his way there, he noticed that whenever he walked past a group of gossiping girls, they'd turn and stare, faces in a half scowl. A scowl that would never be completed, because there wasn't a use for them.
Thank you, Kronos. At least you helped me, in that little aspect.
A/N: Here is the prologue of my new story, future chapters will most likely be much longer!
- xHadesChildx
