A/N : This is just a hook. I plan on finishing my other stories "Maybe?" and "Cheaters and Games" before actually starting this one. Or at least getting a few more chapters into C&G before starting this one. I also don't want to lose this idea, so here goes.
Percy's P.O.V.
I was woken up by the sound of my alarm. I pressed the snooze button and got up slowly. I made my way to my dresser and grabbed one of my many black t-shirts and quickly changed into it. As I pulled my head through I saw the many scars on my arms. All going across my wrist and my forearm. I changed into a pair of black jeans and changed into socks and shoes. I grabbed my black hoodie and put it on. I made my way to the bathroom, brushed my teeth then looked in the mirror. I saw my messy black hair that I didn't bother to do, and I looked at my pale skin. Then I stared into my eyes. All I could see was nothingness. My sea green eyes were filled with sadness and sorrow. They've looked like that since 8th grade, when my mom, the only person who ever loved me and I loved right back, was taken from me by cancer. I had to live through the entire 8th grade knowing my mom was going to die, the person I cared about most. After she died everything in my life fell apart. I pushed my friends away, I became the most un-social person in the grade. My grades fell and could never focus.
I don't eat much anymore. I live with my aunt but she never cared about me, she just makes sure there's food in the house. Other than that I'm on my own in life. I like it that way. Just me. I spent most of my time listening to music and drawing. I've been drawing ever since I could hold a pencil. My mom used to say I was a very skilled artist but I never saw it. I averted my eyes so I was looking anywhere but myself. I walked down to the kitchen and grabbed my bag. Not wanting to eat, I skipped breakfast and walked to my bus stop. While I waited for the bus I noticed a new person at the bus stop. A blonde girl wearing ripped jeans, an orange t-shirt with an un zipped grey zip-up sweatshirt on top, she was wearing white converse and she was ready a book. I never cared much about new kids. That didn't change with this one. I always look them over, see how they act. They never are very interesting.
When we filled onto the bus I was first, then the quarterback of the football team, Jason, then the new kid. I sat down in the middle of the bus, I always sat in the middle of the bus. I always sat in the same row. No one ever sat next to me and I was fine by that. I put my hood up and my earbuds in. I put on green Day's boulevard of broken dreams and then made myself seem as un-approachable as possible. Just before the bus took off I felt someone sit next to me. Surprised, I looked up. I expected to see my sometimes friend Nico. But instead I saw the blonde kid from my bus stop. She looked at me. She smiled and waved. I gave a sort of sad smile in return, shrugged, and looked out the window.
When the bus arrived I waited until everyone got off the bus then I got off. I made my way to breakfast and sat at a table alone as usual. Being alone never bothered me. I minded my business. I rarely talked, and I continued to listen to my music. Suddenly I saw a shadow over me. I took out my earbuds and looked at the principal.
"Percy, you need to show Annabeth around today." He said. Gesturing to the new blonde kid. "She's new here and I asked if she knew anyone here, she said she sat with you on the bus this morning. It'd be very helpful to me." Mr. Jacobs was the one person who actually talked to me and helped me out in school. I was happy to do something for him but this involved interaction. Giving up, I nodded and gestured for Annabeth to sit down. The people the table next to us looked at her and whispered.
"Hi," She said. "I'm Annabeth." She said.
I nodded my head in a sort of 'sup motion.
"Do you ever talk?" She asked. "I tried to talk to you on the bus but you didn't talk back. And you aren't talking now." She continued.
"Listen, ok, I'm going to say this once." I started. "I don't mean to be rude or mean but it's really better if you hang out with someone besides me. No one likes me, no one talks to me. I don't talk to them, I don't like them. Its sort of an unspoken agreement between me and the school. I don't talk much, I like to be alone. I'm not a very happy person. I don't eat, I don't talk, I mind my own business and I get by. If you hang out with me, people won't want to hang out with you. There's talk about me, I hear it. I'm not deaf. There's rumors. Before you hear those rumors i'll tell you the truth. My mom died when I was in 8th grade, I've been depressed ever since and I prefer to be anti-social. So don't waste your time on me." I said.
She looked at me and this time she looked into my eyes. I knew what she saw. She saw what I see in the mirror everyday. She saw the sadness behind my eyes, the anger I have toward cancer, the dark bags under my eyes from lack of sleep because I can't handle my dreams. She looked me over, then did it again just to be sure. She seemed to not know what to say. I shrugged and then there was the bell. I stood up and she followed me to the lockers. I opened my locker and I found a note. This never happened. I read it over.
Percy,
You are a shifty faggot that deserves to die. That pretty blonde girl had better know who to talk to. And you should leave her alone. I have my eyes on her and you know once I do that they're mine. So leave her alone.
L.C.