Drew's POV:

Tearing people down, that's what brings me up, but they don't know why I do it. They don't know the history, they don't know that when I was little, I used to get teased…

Flashback:

"Where's your mommy, Drew? Where's your daddy?" the girl taunted.

I didn't even know them, all they knew was that there was a little girl, eight years old, without a mommy or a daddy, that lived in an orphanage.

"You don't know where! Because they didn't want you! Nobody wants you! That's why you're in an orphanage!" the girl spat.

I didn't answer. Answering only brought more teasing. She didn't know though…I never met my mommy, but Daddy used to say that she was the most beautiful girl in the universe. He said I looked just like her. But then…Daddy died when I was five…I couldn't learn about my mommy anymore, I didn't have my daddy to protect me….

"See! You can't even deny it! You worthless, unwanted, little piece of shit!" the girl screamed, and then she slapped me.

I didn't say anything, I just let the tears flow in silence, like I usually did, until the girl walked away. Then I silently walked back to the orphanage, and let myself suffer in silence.

Flashback End.

That finally ended when I was fourteen. For nine years, I was bullied. When I got to Camp Half-Blood, I was able to become a new person. My tongue sharp and mean, holding all the bitterness from those nine years. Nobody knew the pain, nobody understood it. Suddenly, one of my little sisters accidentally spilled all of her food onto me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I'm sorry Drew!" she yelped.

I glared at her. It wasn't okay, I didn't need more people to tease me…I didn't even know what I was saying or doing…

"No! It's not okay! You worthless little shit! Fix this!" I screamed, and then I slapped her.

Everybody was gaping at me, furious. One person spoke up.

"What the Hades was that Drew!"

It was Percy Jackson. Son of Poseidon, our leader, defeated Kronos in the Titan War, Leader of the Seven against Gaea, defeated the Giants and Gaea. Percy Jackson, the Hero of Olympus. Percy Jackson, the boy I had a crush on since I came here, but would never like me…Percy Jackson, the best looking, but still kind-hearted and humble, person in camp.

"Come one Drew! It's not okay to do that to people!" he exclaimed.

I just stared at him, and I thought back to how all those girls were with me when I was little. Monster…you're a monster, Drew. Percy must have seen the pain in my face, in my eyes.

"Get back to whatever you were doing everybody. Piper, please take Lacey to the infirmary. Drew, please come with me." he said quietly.

Everybody murmured and did what he said. He came up to me and nodded towards the door. He walked out and headed towards the beach, I followed him.

"What is it, Drew. I could see the shock, the pain, the sadness in your face. What's wrong?" he asked.

I looked into his sea-green orbs that I loved. I knew he was sincere. I took in a shaky breath.

"Nobody else hears about this, right?" I asked him quietly.

He nodded, and wiped the tears that were forming in my eyes.

"You can trust me Drew." he said quietly.

I smiled a little. I knew I could trust him.

"When I was younger, it was just me and my dad. You know how it is, you just have your mortal parent. Well, I was with my dad. I had a great life. I was only five, but I was popular in kindergarten. I had lots of friends, all the boys had sweet little crushes on me and thought I was pretty, and…I had my dad. He would tell me about my mom, how she was nice and kind, how she firmly believe love conquers all, and how she was the most beautiful girl in the universe. T-then, when I was five…my dad died in a car accident. Drunk driver, driving a moving van. H-he crashed into my dad at full speed. My dad died before the ambulance got there. I was sent to an orphanage, I had no family. My dad was an only child, his parent died the year before, so I was sent to New York. I g-got bullied. Since I was five until I came to Camp, which was fourteen. So nine years of the bullying. 'where's your mommy and daddy? They didn't want you, nobody wants you!' was what I heard on a daily basis. Even people I didn't know. I-it broke me…. When I came here, I wanted to change. I started to snap, because I always remembered what they did. I figured I could be mean to these people to get it off my chest, so they would feel a little bit of the pain I felt…" I whispered.

Percy was gaping at me. Such hate and anger in his eyes. I thought he was angry at me, angry at my intentions for being mean.

"I'm a monster…" I whispered.

Percy's eyes were still filled with anger and hate, but he did something I didn't expect. He hugged me. He held me in his arms, moved the stray hairs behind my ears, and kissed me on the forehead. Not in a romantic way, sadly, but in a way a friend would do.

"I'm so sorry Drew…I never knew…I'm so sorry…you shouldn't have felt like that….it's going to be okay Drew….just let it all out now…." he whispered.

I didn't realize I was sobbing and soaking Percy's Camp shirt, but he didn't care. He was being a good friend, he was being Percy.

"I-I'm going to stop being such a bitch. It happened a long time ago, and it's time to stop letting it out on everybody around me. I'm going to start being Drew Agathe, the real Drew Agathe." I said.

Percy smiled. I hugged him.

"Thank you Percy." I breathed.

"I'm here for you Drew, know that."

And with that, Percy and I walked back to the dining pavilion.