Percy was laying in his bed at his cabin at Camp Half-Blood.

He was tired of this.

He was tired of everyone accusing him of things he didn't do. He was tired of his friends, one-by-one, slowly being taken away from him. It started out with the people he didn't know all too well. Like Katie, Juniper, Nyssa, and Will. But after a while, when so many rumors had spread, no one really knew who the hero Percy Jackson was anymore. And his heart began to shatter into a million fragments. Nico, Thalia, Grover….then Annabeth. They were all gone from his life. He had no one to turn to except his mom, Paul, and Chiron. So Percy decided it was time to leave. He had nothing here but memories.

Those horrible, ruthless memories. Reminding him that he didn't have any friends anymore.

Percy had come to this decision when these thoughts became so frequent, they were all he thought about. He was being bullied by any camper that was near him. Stones and sticks were thrown, but he was so confused as to why. Yet he never questioned it. He didn't want anyone to get in trouble because of him.

*Time skip to dinner*

He was late for dinner because he was practicing a song he wrote on his guitar, a gift for saving the world. When he eventually came to the dining pavilion, he was greeted with disgusted looks and other looks that said there goes Percy again. Probably out destroying something else.

The hero merely kept his head down, and averted his gaze from anyone's eyes. He ate in silence. As he was eating, he could hear people talking about him.

"He ruined my personal tomato farm!" Said a Demeter kid.

"He broke all the spears in the arena."

"I can't believe he tried to burn Juniper's tree…"

After hearing that, from his once good friend Grover, Percy got up, walked to Chiron and asked to be excused. Percy walked to his cabin, his heart pounding from guilt at what he had done. Or what he didn't do. He wasn't sure anymore. Percy waited for dinner to end. He packed his bags and practiced his song one more time.

This was going to be a depressing night.

*Another time skip- at the bonfire*

Percy waited in the shadows fumbling with his shirt. He was nervous. Gods was he nervous with what he was about to do. He waited till all the planned performers from the Apollo cabin were done, and until no one volunteered to sing. Campers were about to leave until they saw Percy walk on stage with his black electric guitar. They immediately sat back down to watch whatever lame thing the loser was about to do. Percy didn't dare look anyone in the eye, for he was afraid of breaking down in front of them.

"I just want you guys to know what I've been through. This is the happiest song I could write." And after saying that, Percy began to play his song.

(A/N Stop reading, go to youtube, and look up 'fire and the flames lyrics' it's a long song and I recommend skipping the guitar solos until you see lyrics. Try imagining the song slower and a bit calmer if you can :)

When Percy Jackson finished his song, he got up, grabbed his bags, and walked away. He looked at the campers with betrayal and sadness, forever burning in his eyes. Campers were left in a bit of shock and the campfire was a low burning fire, clearly showing everyone's emotions. Percy was left emotionless as he walked. He was numb from the pain and drama that had been going on in his life.

Percy walked out the camp borders.

He didn't look back.

Wow. Okay. What a sad story…

Update: I'm not updating the other story just yet b/c I am currenty planning it out. I also would like suggestions of other stories/one shots to write :)

I'm really fine with cliché stories so pretty much any idea is cool.

I also wanna know if you guys want just pjo fanfics or other stuff like Divergent TFIOS or Papertowns

***PeaCe***