This is about percy before he knew he was a demigod.
My name is Percy Jackson, I have dark brown hair, ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. I live in a small apartment with my mom and with my step dad Gabe. Or as I like to call him smelly Gabe. This summer I'm going to some stupid camp, my mom says it will "help me". Help me with what? I asked to myself... is she worried. She said I have to go in two weeks, but I talked her down into letting us go to the beach, with Rachel, before I go to camp. It's a win-win because Rachel has to go to a stupid camp for people who are to smart for 's called Clarion Ladies Academy She never has a summer break, because she is constantly learning ahead. She tried to tutor me once... It didn't work out. Since I'm dislextic... or however you spell that, anyway because of that, I can barely learn anything. Rachel was so frustrated, she said "sorry Percy, but I can't help you" That made my mom overjoyed. It's fine I'm used to people quitting on me.