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(A/N) Let it be known, that this is only a test chapter type thing. If I find that enough people want to know what happens, I will continue this. The normal chapters would be far, far longer than this as well. Also, I changed the age of the characters to make them 2 years older, because let's face it, I think some of the deep philosophical stuff in the books was a little too deep for a 12 year old to come up with. No offense Rick. You're still awesome.

Perci Jackson was a weird child, by normal human standards. She was even more of an introvert than your average electrical engineer. She was never seen talking or smiling in public. The only facial expression anyone at her school has ever seen was a blank face, like she wasn't all there mentally. This was actually the belief of many students and teachers in her school, Yancy Academy, causing him to be even more of a social outcast.

She was 14 years old. Rather tall for her age, around 5' 2". She had long coal black hair, long enough to brush against the back of her knees. Her eyes were the black you find in your worst nightmare, the one where your fears come to haunt you, leaving you to wake up screaming, covered in sweat. She wore black skinny jeans, and a long sleeved shirt that covered about half of hands. Her skin was pale, not a sickly kind of pale, but pale, like she hardly ever goes out into the sun.

Perci never knew her parents. She grew up in an orphanage the first 4 years of her life, found on the doorstep by the matron. She was adopted at 5 years old by Sally Blofis and her husband, Paul Blofis. She took her adopted mother's maiden name, Jackson, as her last name, because frankly, she didn't want to think of a fat fish every time she wrote her name.

She really loved her adoptive parents though. They were they few people who ever saw emotion on her face. They spent much more time together then most teenagers do with their parents. They were all very close. She was so thankful for them. Her mother was a writer, while she and Paul also ran their own Bakery & Candy Shop. Paul himself was more of a numbers type person, so he kept track of everything, while Sally was more of a people person, and was in charge of the workers and keeping customers happy. The shop was actually rather well known around her neighborhood, mostly for that fact that all their food is dyed blue, out of respect for Sally's late mother, who's always made blue food to cheer Sally up when she was sad.

"Look at this, the emo's all by herself again!"

Perci looked up from the book she was reading, the title of which is "Finding loopholes in the tightest contracts", something you would never see a normal 14 year old reading. What she saw, was her high school wannabe bully, Nancy Bobofit. She calls her a wannabe, because to be frank, she doesn't scare him at all, she's just an annoying sound, like that of a fly buzzing. But she was really getting into her book, and was rather upset that she's been interrupted.

"Can I help you?"

Her voice comes out like it usually does, cold and somewhat monotone. But the look in her eye, the kind that promised a slow, torturous, anguished filled death, was still there. Nancy, due to the fact that her IQ wasn't high enough to notice, well… didn't notice. Her face became red, upset that the "loner" was talking back to her, and went to smack the book outta Perci's hands. It didn't go quite as planned.

Nancy wasn't sure what just happened. One second, she was trying to get a rise outta the school pariah, the next she was slammed against the bus window, and her vision was blurry, but she was able to make out Perci, reading her book again, as if nothing had happened.

The sound of Nancy's think skull banging against the window attracted the attention of almost everyone on the bus, except for the driver, who seemingly chuckled, and kept an eye on the road. There were a few, who once they broke outta their daze, took action. Most just tried to make themselves smaller in a futile attempt to hide. Some started whispering to each other. There was only a few that stood out to Perci though. One person was Mr. Brunner, the local handicapped teacher. He merely sighed, as if this is a game he's gotten tired of, and rolled his wheelchair down the bus aisle. The other was Mrs. Dodds, who stiffened and stared at Perci in fear, as if she was a servant who upset her master.

Mr. Brunner finally rolled his chair up to where Perci was seated and Nancy was still looking shocked and dazed. He first checked on Nancy, looking her over for any injuries, finding only a large bump on her head, but as they were on a bus, there was not much he could do. It was when he turned to Perci that the rest of the bus all perked up an ear, except for Nancy, who was obviously kinda out of it.

"Miss Jackson… Can I ask why you felt the need to attack your fellow student?" He asked, looking deadly serious, as if her answer would permanently seal her fate.

Perci finally looked up from her book after a few minutes of nothing but silence and being stared down by Mr. Brunner. She marked her page, closed the book, and set it in her lap, and asked a question that nobody had a real answer to.

"What do you mean Mr. Brunner? How could I have attacked Nancy, if I never moved? It is my belief that she merely tripped, after all, you shouldn't be standing while the bus is moving," She said this slowly, as if talking to a child, "Someone could fall and hurt themselves." At the end, she allowed a small smirk to form, though it was gone so quickly, nobody noticed it was there.

Nobody had anything to say to that. It after all, to them at least, was believable. Nobody really saw her move. Mr. Brunner sighed heavily, told Nancy to not stand on the bus, and slowly rolled his way back up the aisle. There was one thought running through his head.

Who are you, Perci Jackson?