I like how nobody seems to care, honestly. They think that im just this little boy with disorders and and no family. But I'm more than that, I mean, I hope I'm more than that.
Let me give you some up-to-date information so you won't be so confused. My name is Percy Jackson. I live in Manhattan and am almost 13 years old. I live with my mom and her lousy boyfriend Smelly Gabe. I go to a boarding school for dyslexic and "challenged" kids. I've never gotten over a D average in my life, I have no friends, and I'll admit that I do sometimes get in fights. I still don't think my mother and I deserve this life though. This is how my day went.
I woke up to the smell of pancakes frying. 'Those will be the best thing today', I thought to myself. I climbed out of bed and sauntered into the powder room and combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. By the time I was done and had made my way down stairs, Gabe was already half way through the last batch of pancakes. I reached for one and he smacked my wrist away.
"Those are for me, big boy.", he said wagging is syrup stained finger at me."Didn't we talk about this? You get the leftovers."
I rolled my eyes and leaned back only to be sitting forward again, about an inch to Gabe's face. "That attitude ain't getting you nowhere. Maybe it's time to remind you who the boss is around here, ay Sally?"
My mother turned around from the eggs she was cooking and went wide-eyed. "Gabe", she said, "he okay. Just set him down and have a talk, okay?"
Gabe frowned an evil frown. "Maybe it's time for both of you to learn some respect. Don't question me Sally. I know how to raise."
Before I knew what had happened, I was laying on the ground with tears threatening to spill down my face. I groaned as I tried to get up, but only to be shoved right back to where I was.
"Where you going?" he said with a smirk, "I was just getting started."
