Percy Jackson is a strange boy. He always has his thoughts on something else in class, and he never engages at gym. But it's not like I'm watching him or anything. Like, how, um, crazy would that be. He always just stares at his journal. It's almost as if he's looking at a picture. He always seems more alive when we take field trips to the pool or a lake. I don't know why, but I like to watch him swim. It's not like I think he cute, or anything. Like, how totally, umm, weird would that be? You know, just forget I ever mentioned him. Ok? Good.
Anyway, my name Carla Pearl Jackson Smith. I am 16 years old. I have long brown wavy hair and a face full of freckles. I go to Yardworh Academy for children with moderate to severe ADHD or similar disabilities. I guess I better spill. I have ADHD, ADD, and dyslexia. So does Percy a lot of other people. There you go again, you say. Bringing up that Percy person again. What Percy person, I say. I thought you forgot about him. Well, because you didn't, I guess I better spill again. Percy is a guy in my grade. He has been in my class all year, exert for those few times where he disappeared for about a week, then turned up the next day with various wounds. He doesn't notice me, and I'm just gonna leave it at that.
One time in the middle of the night I snuck into the boys dorms' to see my twin brother, Carter, and I accidentally went past his room. Well, he shares a room with his roommate, Grover, so I guess technically their room. I don't know. Anyway, they were both asleep. Grover looked like he was wearing some shaggy pajama pants, which didn't make sense because our school is in Arizona, and it was May. Percy was under his blankets, with only pajama pants on. I could distinctively hear him muttering something about "Annabeth, Chiron, Kronos, and Rachel." I also think I heard "Tyson", but wasn't Tyson that freak who got kicked out of school because he had no money? Oh well. Whatever. He probably said something else, like "my son". It could happen, right?
My best friend, Rachel, knows Percy really well. Almost too well. Last summer, they went on a summer vacation. When they got back, they were covered with bruises, cuts, and bumps. I wonder where they went to get themselves all scraped up. But Percy's mom didn't go with them. I bet Rachel's billionaire parents sent a butler with them or something. Oh yeah, you don't know. Rachel's father buys the wild and builds shopping centers and malls. She has, like, a billion dollars. She has red frizzy hair and more freckles than she has money. She, Percy and Grover always talk in whispers about that Annabeth girl. Rachel won't tell me about him, other than that he loves water and he and Grover go to the same summer camp. It's like he has some big secret.
