So I'm making a redo of my silence is bliss. I feel like I just need to redo it because they're short and I want to change the whole plot and I can't do that just editing my stories. So, the original is going to be discontinued and this is my fresh start. ~Enjoy~

Percy

I ran down the hallway. I was going to be late for class. Again... My name is Percy Jackson by the way. I'm sixteen and pretty normal. For a mute. I'm a decent build with jet black hair swept to the side; my eyes are sea green. Anyways, I found my classroom and went into it just before the bell rang. Everyone was already situated and sitting in their chairs. Most were talking to their friends while some were rushing to get their homework done.

"Nearly late, Mr. Jackson," Mr. Brunner said to me without looking up. Mr. Brunner was a middle aged man with brown hair and a scruffy beard. He was wearing a tweed jacket and a blue sweater underneath. The most notable thing about him is that he is in a wheel chair. So in a way, he was like me.

"Take a seat, please," he said.

I found my seat and got out my blue binder ready for notes over Greek Mythology. Funny thing about this class is that it doesn't bore me to death. With my dyslexia and ADHD it get's a little hard to be interested. When I sat down I immediately was rapped on the shoulder by my cousin, Thalia Grace.

Thalia was a punk girl with black spiked hair and the regular punk type clothes. The thing that made her stand out was her fierce electric eyes that could zap you just by looking at them.

What? I mouthed to her.

"Why were you late?" She whispered.

I got kind of nervous. I knew that she knew why, but just needed confirmation.

Gabe

Gabe is my uncle. He is big, fat and smelly. The nicest thing about him was his three thin hairs that he had combed over his head as if that made him look nice. He loves to play poker, drink beer and beat the living snot out of me. So we don't really see eye-to-eye. The reason I live with Gabe is because he took custody of me when my parents died. I don't know why when all he wanted was to make my life suck.

Thalia's face became wrinkled with concern. "What'd he do this time?"

I got out my trusty clipboard that I used to talk to people because of my condition. I don't know how I lost my voice, but the doctors said it had something to do with the accident. Anyways, I began to write:

Two hours earlier…

"WAKE UP YOU LITTLE RUNT!" Gabe roared waking me out of my sleep. I sat up groggily, just sitting there waiting to fully wake up. I looked warily around my room. The walls were a stark coffee brown with occasional cracks and blood. The carpet was matted and full of dirt. It also had it's share of blood. Clothes littered the floor, along with school textbooks and notes. A single desk with a lamp sat by my plain bed. My room was sad, but it was all I had. The rest belonged to Gabe.

"BOY!" Gabe roared. "DON'T MAKE ME BEAT SOME ENERGY INTO YOU!"

I got up and stretched. I went into my closet and picked some jeans with a blue hoodie and tee shirt underneath. After I combed my hair and brushed my teeth, I made my way into the kitchen.

I walked out slowly. I knew what was going to happen when I went and faced Gabe; a world of hurt. The rest of the house was just as puny as my room. Along with twice as filthy. Beer bottles littered everywhere, along with a single leather couch that was stained with Gabe's "grease" The T.V. was small and pathetic. Probably the happiest item in the house was his poker table (which wasn't saying much).

When I went into the kitchen I was met with a porky fist in my stomach. The air was knocked out of my lungs. Before I had time to recover from the blow, Gabe already started kicking me like a soccer ball. "You want to laze around when I tell you to get up, boy?" He said through gritted teeth. I couldn't say anything. I could only take each blow. My stomach and chest burned and ached. I knew that bruises were quickly forming. Once he was finished, he spat on my face and lumbered away.

"And don't even think about eating my food," He said.

I knew that when Gabe said his food, he meant all of it. The only way I could eat was the free meal off the school lunch and breakfast, which I got for free because I said that we were too poor to be able to even eat. I even get dinner from the soup kitchen. I had no plans for college because Gabe would never pay for it. The only reason I actually go to Goode High School is because it's free.

After I got my backpack from the table, I began to leave. Before I opened the door, I looked at the time on my Spongebob watch I stole from some kid's Happy Meal. My heart dropped. The time read 7:49. It was eleven minutes before school started, and I have a mile from my house to school.

I darted out of the house and ran to school.

Present Time…

After I finished writing my morning tory, I showed Thalia. It took her a minute to read. Once she finished, I saw the grimace on her face. She was used to my tales of pain, but hated it all the same.

I knew she would tell me that I need to tell someone, but I couldn't. Gabe would go to prison, yes, but he would find me. And things would get a lot worse.

"Percy," she said. "You need to tell someone."

Told you.

I shook my head.

Before she could say anything else, Mr. Brunner rolled into the front of the classroom. "Attention class," he said. "Let's begin our lesson. Mr. Brunner started talking, but I couldn't pay attention. Instead, I focused on a blonde girl. She had stormy grey eyes. Her hair fell into perfect locks. Like a princess. She wore a red v-neck and blue denim jeans. My heart fluttered, until I noticed who she sat next to.

Luke Castellan was a blonde muscular kid. His hair was in a buzz cut, unlike my long wind-swept hair. His nose and ears were sort of elfish, but handsome all the same. He wore a black shirt that made his muscles pop and shorts even though it was the winter. Luke hated me. He treated me nice at first, but it was only to humiliate me in front of the school. After I got him back, he spent his time beating me up like Gabe.

Luke caught me staring at Annabeth and his face contorted into an angry snarl. If you don't know. Annabeth and Luke are dating, and he gets really angry at whoever looks at Annabeth in a way he doesn't like. Especially me.

He kept staring at me and I stared back. It went like this for who knows how long until Mr. Brunner cleared his throat. "Ahem, Mr. Jackson and Mr. Castellen, is there a problem?"

"No," Luke answered for both of us.

"Then please pay attention", Brunner said.

I liked Mr. Brunner. He understood me and helped me out and his class rocked, but he could make the situation worse sometimes. I could feel the stairs piercing into my skull. Not from anybody, but from Annabeth Chase herself.

When the bell rang, I rushed to my class hoping that Luke wouldn't catch me first, but as soon as I stepped out from the hallway, Luke shoved me into the locker. "You want to stare at my girl like that, Jackson?" He growled.

I kicked him in the knee and shoved him back. He growled again, but in pain and frustration. He put his fist in my face and threw me to the floor. Before he could do anymore damage, a teacher interfered. "Castellen. Jackson," he said in a gruff voice. "Principal's office, now."

We walked to the principal's office. It was a long and nervous walk because I didn't know what Luke would pull, but surprisingly, nothing. Once we got to the office. We sat in to wine red chairs.

The principal's office was strange. The carpet was a leafy green and grapes were painted on the walls. The brown desk had real grapes in a bowl, ready for eating, but the strangest thing was the principal.

Mr. Dionysus was a balding man with thin dry hair and a scruffy brown beard. His cheeks were a rosy red, suggesting that he was a drinker. He wore a hawaiian shirt and khaki's. He sat reading a magazine, not looking up. "Don't you just love grapes, Mr. Johnson?" He said boredly. He looked up when I didn't answer. "Don't talk much do you? Whatever. What are you here for this time?"

"Um, Jackson made a move on my girl-" Luke began.

"Don't care," he said. "Bye."

"But sir-," Luke tried.

"No," Mr. Dionysus said. "Bye-bye".

Luke didn't try. We both got up and left. Once we were out of sight of any teachers, he punched me hard in the face.

"Don't let me ever catch you looking at my girl like that, ever, he said and walked away. I sat on the cold ground because of his punch. I didn't get up. I just sat perplexed. Because I thought I saw something out of the ordinary. I thought I saw a flash of blonde by the library looking at me. I thought I saw Annabeth Chase staring at me.

Not too bad, eh? I hope you guys like it and as always, please favorite, follow, and review.

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Pece