Disclaimer: Do not own Percy Jackson.
Summary: He's praying so it won't be the same.
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Different
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Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
-Albert Einstein
His lips twisted with an easy smile from years of practice, and he held out his hand. "Percy. Percy Jackson."
The blond haired kid grinned, and shook the offered hand. "Thomas. Thomas Wright. It's great to have you here, Percy."
The corner of Percy's lips twisted. Really? Will you say that after I blow up the whole school?
But he knew better. And so, Percy Jackson nodded at his new friend (acquaintance—he reminded himself. Never friend.), and said, "Do you mind giving me a little tour around school?"
And he prayed—and prayed, that this time it would be different.
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A/N: Hello to 2012! A little drabble won't hurt anyone...maybe. For Ana-one of my new friends in 2011. Cheers!
