When Percy was six years old, he entered kindergarten. The teachers all thought he was the sweetest little boy, and cooed about him to his mother during parent teacher conferences. Always smiling, they said. Shares the blocks with anyone who comes over. A little trouble reading, but he'll grow out of it.
Sally doubts that is true.
Months pass, and Percy enters the month of May with no mysterious activity, not even a casual monster sighting.
Sally thinks it is too good to be true.
One day, the nineteenth to be exact, Sally gets a phone call from the school. Come pick your son Perseus up. He won't be accepted back.
Sally knows this is true.
Author's Note: This was originally supposed to be Percy's POV, but I find it hard to write that amazingly, so Sally instead! Who is also great, you know… What should be Day 5 in the Drabble a Day countdown, but I am making it Day 7. And I am squeeing like crazy now that there is LESS THAN 24 HOURS TILL I GET MY HANDS ON THAT BOOK.