Hi, my name is Paul Blofis. And no, not blowfish. I hate blowfish. It brings back bad childhood memories. Well, I can talk about that some other time. This story, is how I met the beautiful Sally Jackson and her son Percy Jackson.

I should tell you more about myself. I moved to New York a few years ago because of my job. I'm a high school teacher now, but i used to be an actor.

I did other stuff too, but I mainly did plays written by Shakespeare and Greek mythology. My gang and I got super popular in new jersey, where I lived before, so we decided to take it up to Broadway so naturally we went to new York.

After we got off the airplane, on the way to the new apartment our lead cast member, Eric, got into a fight with the cab. Lets see if I can still remember the fight:

We were getting out of the cab and Steve, another member, asked the driver how much it cost from the airport to the apartment. The black thing that showed the cost was 16.25. The driver said eighteen dollars and twenty-five cents. I was a tree hugger back then, and I never owned a car (for gasoline), so I went around town with cabs all my life. I knew that cabs charged two extra dollars when there were more than four people on board. It was a stupid rule, but you have to follow it right? Anyways the gang didn't know this, so they thought the driver was cheating them. So Steve said he wouldn't live anywhere where people were dishonest so he quit 'living the dream' and left. I tried to explain to them about the policy, but they thought I was helping the driver with a scam, so Eric basically kicked me out.

"Me? You're seriously kicking me out?"

"Yeah, fool. You think we're stupid enough to fall for this?"

"DUDE, IM NOT LYING."

"Spare me, Paul. You're out."

I practically exploded outside, but I managed to keep in under control.

I just looked him right in the eye and gave him the best evil eye I could manage, got my bags, and got into another taxi.

A few days later I got a voice message from Eric, telling me how sorry he was and all that junk, and asked me to meet him at a coffee shop. I did, but I don't think he expected it to go the way it did. I basically chewed him out for what he did and told him I quit; even though he wanted me back in.

Anyways, I realized I was in New York with no job. I soon went looking for jobs that had to do with Greek mythology and Shakespeare. I ended up getting work at Goode high, a high school, and a writing class for adults.

A few months later after settling in, a new woman joined the writing class. Her name was Sally Jackson. I had read about her in the papers for being a sculptor. I had no idea she wrote too. She looked somewhere in her thirties. She was an incredibly talented writer but strangely, she never seemed to have much to say in class. The only thing I got out of her was that she had a 13-year-old son, worked for odd jobs, and was divorced. And blue. Her favorite color was blue. I wanted her to become a truly special and fantastic writer, so I offered her private writing classes. She said she wanted to, but couldn't afford too -even with the sculpture she had sold be about 5,000 dollars, she still didn't have much money. I really wanted her as a student so i offered her free classes. She looked horrified, and denied it. Apparently, she couldn't do that. So, I offered her a job cleaning the classroom in exchange for the lesson, and she agreed.

She would come every day to the school, and we would write and write. She was the most determined woman I had ever met!

One day, her car broke down, and she couldn't come to the school. She was disappointed, but she ended up inviting me to her house to work.

I wondered what her house looked like. Turns out, it was a little apartment. It was small but cozy. From the door, if you looked to the right, she had a glass table where she ate, right next to a window with the view of the sea. It was by her kitchen counter where she had a baby blue vase with a yellow daisy in it, with sea glass decorating the bottom of the vase. If you looked towards your left, there was a couch facing a TV, and a little door connected to a hallway, which led us into a room where there was desk with pens, paper, and notebooks, scattered on the top.

We worked on a novel she wanted to write. It was about Poseidon, god of the sea. She came up with amazing descriptions of him, as if she had seen him before. We talked and i learned many things about her. Despite all the tragedies that had happened to her, she seemed like a happy person. I found her incredibly brave. If i had been through everything she had, I bet I wouldnt be able to cope with myself. After about seven chapters, we decided to call it a day, so I got up to leave. As i was going out of the room, i noticed something that i hadn't noticed before.

In the hallway, she had pictures of a boy with night black hair and light green eyes. In one of them, He stood at the shallow end of a beach, the look of pure happiness on his face. He looked about four years old. I guessed that this was Percy, her son.

In the next picture, Percy looked eight years old. He had a mischievous grin, and stood behind Sally, peeking out behind her legs. His hair looked the same, but his eyes were a darker shade of green. Sally, on the other hand, looked breathtakingly beautiful. She had on jeans with a white cardigan, her hair wavy and gorgeous. Unlike Percy, her eyes were blue and her hair was a chestnutty brown. After that, Percy looked 12. His hair was longer and messier and his eyes were very green and dark. The green eyes gave him an intense gaze. He seemed almost not human. Something… more powerful. He smiled, but he looked sad. I realized that Percy's eyes told you a story. It told a story about a young boy who was about to face a hard journey. They told you about the joyful events that were coming, along with incredible pain.

Sally caught me staring at the pictures and smiled.

" That's Percy" she told me. Her eyes sparkled when she mentioned his name.

" I want you to meet him sometime. "

I smiled and said, " I want to meet him too. He looks like a good fellow."

Obviously, she liked this answer a lot. She looked at me as if she was looking at me for the first time. She seemed to examining everything inside. Like she saw every good deed I had done, every thing that was good. She seemed to be making a decision.

" Would you like to have coffee sometime?" she asked.

" Sure. When?" I asked smiling broadly.

" How about tomorrow, by the bookshop?"

" It's a date then."

She blushed and closed the door. I felt like I was floating while I was walking to my car. I left her apartment whistling and grinning like a fool.

I'm debating on whether to keep writing chapters or bail on this story. Can you let me know what you think I should do in the reviews? Thanks! :)