My first chapter on FanFiction. Hope you like it.
Percy is a bit chagrin.

Sorry for Percy's bad behaviour. I'll tell him to mind his tongue.

Chapter 1 Percy

I walked in de streets of NYC, being chased by some Canadians, as Annabeth would call them. I was used to it. Being chased. Yeah, she warned me not to go alone. I knew she would want me to wait until she was there to protect me. Ugh. I am SO done with her overprotective… I don't know. Personality. I can care for myself.

It was a few months, almost a year back, that the Titan War was over. Annabeth and I had been a couple. Yeah, cute. How EVERYONE wanted it to end. And that Rick Riordan quy didn't want to disappoint the crowd. What do I care about the crowd? These books he wrote over me? Well, they're ALL wrong. Yeah, I battled Kronos' army. Yeah, I was the hero of the day. But I was WAAAAY more heroic. Duh.

And Annabeth thought those books gave me a sweet personality. Yeah, like I was waiting for that. I mean, hello, if you even MAKE a book over me, do it realistic. Just like Nico, son of Hades. HE isn't changed at all. He is still that happy jumping kid. Even worse than in part 3 or 4 of that ridiculous series.

If I'm depressed? Yeah. Am I mean to Riordan? …. Maybe. I'm just that 16-year old, who just battled the Titan Kronos. So what? MAY I be depressed once? Yeah!

Okay, so I was walking/running through NY. Even though I had a depressed aura, I hated to bring Canadians home. Why I went home? A simple answer. I needed to pack things. Why would I? Well, I was done with Camp Halfblood. Those overprotective freaks. Yuck.

If I were right, my mother was with Paul Blowfish to her study or something. So I was alone.

Actually I was a bad boy. I left my house without leaving a note. I left Camp Halfblood without telling anyone. I didn't want to get an IM, so I offered to Iris and asked her, not to get a message through. I hope, she listened. And else, I shut them off immediately. No one cares. At least I don't.

I ran out my mother's apartment and took a taxi.

'Get me to the beach at Long Island.' I said.

The taxi-driver turned and drove towards the sea. My mom thought I was still at Camp Halfblood. And the others had no idea. Gods, what am I a genius.

No one would miss me.

At least, I wouldn't miss anybody.

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