The Lightning Thief_
At his first apartment building, Percy would spend a lot of time at his neighbors across the hall's. She was like a grandmother to him, since he'd never been able to meet his, and he would spend as much time as possible there after school while his mom was still at work so that he wouldn't have to be with Gabe.
So Percy's neighbor most definitely had noticed that he was gone for the nearly the entire summer after sixth grade. She also noticed the pen that he was twirling nonstop when he got back. And she most definitely hadn't missed him all over the news and under "Missing" and "Wanted" headlines down every street and in the newspaper. When he explained where he'd been, she knew that Percy wasn't telling the truth. She knew the ordeal had hit him harder than he let on, or maybe even realized himself.
When she suggested to him that maybe writing what happened out would help him feel better, Percy snorted and said, "I'm not writing a diary!"
But he found himself later sitting on his bed with a newly-sharpened pencil in his right hand and a black and white composition book, empty from all the notes he didn't take during class, closed on his lap with the cover facing him. He stares at the words peering back at him for a minute, a sprawled out Social Studies written across and spilling off the top line of the white label, before letting out a deep sigh and heavily crossing it out. He sets the tip of his pencil on the second line and writes slowly, as neatly as he possibly can, in all caps: THE LIGHTNING THIEF
It's revealed to Percy's neighbor five years later, when he empties a pile of composition notebooks into her arms, all titled and filled cover–to-cover, that she had been right to doubt his cross-country kidnapping story back in the summer of sixth grade.
(and clearly, Sally Jackson had passed down her good writing gene)
first fanfic, by the way, so please review and tell me what you liked and what i could improve on / dariah dee