This was written when I couldn't sleep so don't expect it to be very good. This is about one of my favorite characters, Percy.
Every day he had to put up with their seemingly harmless jokes and pranks. They thought that nothing could hurt him, after all wasn't he Perfect Percy? If only they knew how much their words affected him, how much it hurt every time he was made fun of and how he felt like even more of an outsider in the family. Maybe then it would stop, but then again he doubted it. After all everyone knew he was just a pompous git with no feelings the only thing he cared about was his oh so important job and getting promoted.
Ever since the first war had ended he was always the odd one out. As time passed everyone started to act happier and then nobody had time for the quiet little boy in the corner who desperately wanted someone to play with him. No they only wanted to spend time with his siblings who were so much funnier and better than some scrawny little child who never seemed to come out from his studies and just play. The thing was he didn't know how to get along with others his earliest memories were of his mother telling him to be quiet and be a good little boy so the bad guys wouldn't get them.
If only they knew how much it hurt when he was passed over in favor of his siblings. How much his heart hurt when the only way he could get anyone to pay attention to him and what he did was to brag about it. Maybe he was being a bit self absorbed about all this but if he didn't pay attention to himself then who else would? Oh well maybe things would get better for him in time, but then maybe not.
(A/N) This was just a little drabble concerning Percy and his feelings. Like I said before I couldn't sleep when I was writing this so I don't expect to get much feedback on this but it would be nice. Goodbye and good night.