Ello, so I decided to try my hand at writing a PJO fanfiction because it's my favorite book series of all time. I hope you enjoy reading this!

Maura quickly shoveled the cereal into her mouth, one spoonful at time. She was clearly nervous. Why shouldn't she have been? It would be the first last day of school where she didn't blow something up or set something on fire, if she could get through it.

Her mother, Lila, was obviously nervous as well. She was running the mental checklist through her mind. What did seventh graders need for their last days of school?

"Phone?" She asked.
"Check." Maura said, her mouth full of Captain Crunch.
"Book bag?"
"Check."
"Keys? Bike lock?"
"Mom! I have everything I need, don't worry about it."

Lila gave a mental sigh of relief, of course that Maura had everything under control. She always did- at least, usually.

There were always a few times where nothing was under Maura's control.

Like when a man had stalked her while at recess in Kindergarten. Lila was the only one who believed her, much less understood when she said that he only had one eye. There were other incidents as well, too many for Lila's liking. Although, there were also cases that Maura probably didn't mention.

"Don't forget, Percy from next door will be there in an instant, if something happens, to pick you up." Lila calmly reminded her daughter.

Sixteen-year-old Perseus Jackson wasn't the best academically but after being neighbors for as long as Maura could remember, he was as protective of her outside of school as her brother would be if she had one.

*Maura Sparks*

I had finished her breakfast by then and had grabbed her bag. I shrugged, "If we're lucky, he won't need to pick me up then."

I didn't have any problems with him picking her up, I just didn't usually like why he had to pick me up.

When I was younger, it would be because it was raining and my mother was at work so she couldn't come. Percy would pop up at the elementary school with an umbrella and some blue candy for me. Or maybe it was a half day and I didn't know, so ultimately Mom didn't either.

As I got older though, it started to be because I got into trouble. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want trouble, trouble went looking for me.

Last year, on my last day, the science teacher brilliantly decided to do a chemistry lab. I listened as best I could and I read the labels to the most of my ability with Dyslexia and I swore that I put the right chemical in but it blew up anyway. We had to get out of school early because the science lab had chemicals in the air that could be deadly when mixed.

I hugged Mom and walked to the door. I grabbed my bike and walked out. Just on time, Percy was about to start walking down the stairs.

"You weren't planning on leaving without me were you?" I asked, playfully.

Percy stopped and walked over, "Just wanted to get a head start and beat you to school."

The high school and middle schools were right next to each other, connected only by one hall.

I laughed, "Have fun with that."

I knew he would though. He had a fancy red camaro that he drove. Though God knows how he could afford it.

"Whatever." Percy replied. He attempted to ruffle my hair, got his hand swatted away, and started walking.

As we got outside, Percy got into his camaro and I got on my bike.

The school was only about five blocks so it wasn't hard for me to ride my hot pink bike to school.

I got into the hallway to be immediately greeted by Lindsay Monro. The queen bee of Upper Manhattan Middle School.

"Oh look, queen of the dorks showed up." Lindsay said.

One of her friends piped up, "What are you going to do this year? 'Accidentally' turn the globe into a volleyball in Social Studies?" She was clearly referring to last year's Science class incident.

"And look at what she's wearing," Lindsay continued. "It looks like she rode the garbage truck to school AFTER getting dressed in the dark.

I looked at my outfit, I was wearing my light blue denim jacket, my pink paisley shirt, distressed denim jeans, and my favorite pair of blue high top sneakers. What's wrong with that?

"Oh are you so poor now that Mommy can't pay for electricity AND a ride to school?" Another one of Lindsay's friends added.

"I mean, I knew you were poor. But not so poor that you can't buy anything good." Lindsay finished.

That struck a nerve. Mom and I were pretty poor. Mom was working four jobs while I was at school. So was Percy's mom, Sally.

Before I could react though, Percy was at my side. Lindsay gasped. Everyone heard the rumors about infamous Percy Jackson.

"You guys need to get to class." He said. Nobody moved. "Now."

Lindsay's clique hurried away. Percy hugged me quickly and whispered, "Don't worry about them. Theres worst things then a stupid bully like her."

"Okay." I nodded although I didn't know what exactly was worse.

"Now what are you waiting for? Get to class!" He said jokingly.

"Of course, Mr. Jackson." I laughed.

"Mr. Jackson!" A voice yelled.

We both turned. It was Coach Maxwell. "I have no interest in teaching you anymore! Get to the high school!" He yelled.

Percy started walking and looked back to wave goodbye.

I started towards my class. Since it was the last day, I got to have Social Studies all day because it was my homeroom.

I stopped at my locker. I still needed my supplies even if we probably wouldn't do work.

Mr. Lexington would probably make us take notes or something on a subject we already covered.

I got to the class just on time. "Ah, Miss Sparks. So happy that you decided to join us," He told me at the door. "I'm thinking that you'll enjoy today's lesson."

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