My nightmare went like this: I was in my parents' car on the way home from school. It was the last day of school and we were going get ice cream. My mom and dad were singing a song I didn't know while they held hands. I was happy and so were they, that was all that mattered. All of a sudden, I heard a SCREECH of another car. Then, a sudden force drove me into the back of the passenger seat. Pain seared everywhere in my body. Especially my throat. The car was on fire and my parents were knocked out, probably from the force of the other car.

I woke up with a start.

I remembered that I wasn't in the car accident when I was 3, that I was mute from it and sent to my Uncle, As in my original series, Gabe is his uncle. Gabe Ugliano, "Get up you worthless runt!" A voice shouted that was obviously Gabe. I got up and put on clothes and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. I finished eating and saw the massive lump that was my uncle. he was bald except the three thin hairs he combed over. His white shirt turned a moldy brown from the spilled beers. He had a beer in his hand and was probably drunk.

Gabe grabbed the collar of my shirt and hit me repeatedly in the stomach with his fist and then brought the bottle down on my hand. I, being a mute, couldn't say anything. Pain seared all over, not just where the fist and bottle had landed. I wanted to stay there, but I knew what would happen if I did.

I got up and dusted the shards off my shirt and jeans. I decided eating probably wasn't the best choice at the moment. I went back to my room and got ready. My room was messy, not only from me, but also from Gabe. He does like to give me midnight beatings. After I was done getting ready, I cleaned my wound and walked outside.

The crisp cold wind hit my face telling me the impending doom of winter. I hated winter. I usually spent my days outside, so winter kind of sucked. I walked to school wanting to be alone for as long as possible. I made sure I had my notebook so I could tell people what I would've said if I wasn't in my current mute predicament.

I finally got to the school without anyone wanting to talk to me. I didn't want anyone to know I was a mute yet. When I got in I snuck into the principle's office. His office had the standard desk and two chairs. On his desk, there was a name-card that said Mr. Dionysus. There was a bowl of the ripest, most purple grapes that probably existed. On his wall were two shelves filled with wine. I shuddered at the alcohol.

"Here is your schedule, Peter Johnson," he sighed. "Let's go to your first class." That surprised me. Why didn't he know my name? Along with that, he didn't even seem to care I existed.

I grabbed the schedule and went to my first period with Mr. Dionysus.

Annabeth's POV

I walked in the classroom 45 minutes early. I was a nerd. I loved to read and basically any subject. I sat down and read to my heart's content. Lifewas great; I had a best friend named Thalia, a wonderful boyfriend who was the school leader, Luke Castellan, and Honor Roll. I never knew how I could have gotten a life so great.

Anyways, I was reading until our math teacher, Mr. Lebeski cleared his throat. I looked at the clock and saw it read 8:35. Wow, it was already 5 minutes until the bell rang.

"Well, class," he said, trying to get the students' attention. "We have a new student here, his name is Percy Jackson. Now, he is, well, a mute. So, just please be polite."

A boy walked in with the principal, Mr. Dionysus who looked like he could care less about the new kid. Percy had black hair that was swept over one side of his head. His eyes were a deep sea green. They had so many dimensions that I just got lost in them. He wore a blue hoodie and jeans. His clothes were so baggy, that it looked like they might have been someone else's.

When he looked at the class, his eyes widened in fear. At first, I thought he was looking at me, but then I noticed it was behind me at Luke Castellan. I wondered why he could be so scared over someone he had never met. But still, he looked really familiar. I looked at Thalia, expecting to see eyes of pure loathing. See, Thalia kinda hates new kids. Don't ask me why, she just does. Instead, I saw eyes of a familiar happiness like she knew him once. She patted the desk next to her in between her and her cousin Nico indicating him to sit there. He walked over and sat at the desk. He gave a half hearted smile and put his head down. I noticed something about his face before he put it down. He had a bruise. It made me wonder about what happened.

Percy's POV

After class, Thalia and I left the classroom together. I saw a blonde haired girl looking at us curiously as we left. "Percy!" Thalia said excitedly. "Since when did you move here? Oh, and by the way cut your hair." She laughed and it gave me a sense of longing. It had been years since I laughed. It was a burst of joy that showed your voice, something I will never have. I saw Nico run up to me grinning wildly. "Percy!" He said. "I've missed you man, and since when did you grow your hair that long?" My cheeks went red and I fished out my clipboard and wrote out, My hair isn't that long. They laughed and I smiled. I was surprised they had a hard time noticing my bruise, not that I'm complaining though. "Hey Percy," Thalia said. "Let's go find Annabeth." He walked over to where a group of kids including a blonde haired girl with stormy gray eyes. I walked over too, and saw a dude with sandy hair and an upturned nose. My stomach fell. It was Luke Castellan, the dude who hated my guts. He of course saw me as well. "Well, if it isn't Percy," He said grinning evilly. "The mute." I wanted to make a run for it, but I couldn't. He walked over and punched me in the gut. He grabbed my throat to where I couldn't breathe. He held me there until I saw dots. He let go of me just before I passed out, making me fall to the floor. "Oh my god," I heard Thalia say. "Percy! Luke, you bastard!" She ran over to me telling me comforting words. All I could think of was why I am even living.

Then, I saw the blonde haired girl. I didn't know when she got here, but she was. Her eyes were full of worry making the stormy gray color look like overcast weather. I slowly got to my feet and just stood there. I still had my clipboard in my hands along with my pen. I wrote two simple words that could make a big message even though it was still simple; go away. Then I took off and ran.