Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, those rights are reserved to Rick Riordan.

Authors Note: If you are easily offended by racial slurs, use of cursing, or a normal human's opinions then don't read this cause all of it will be used in this fanfic.

P.S. When I first started writing this I thought Percy was in high school and learning Pre-Algebra and I was gonna make a joke about it but I found out that Percy was in 6th grade. Oh yeah, for the sake of this fanfic, Percy is white, but is like ghetto white, and can say the N word.

The Ghetto Percy Jackson

Look, I wanted to be born black.

I could have a big dick. Plus the fact that my dad would leave me. That has already happened to me though. My biological dad left me. I wish that was true for my stepfather.

My stepfather's name is Gabe Ugliano, or what I like to call him Gabe Ugly-ano. I call him that because that is all he is. He isn't that ugly appearance wise, but his personality is the ugliest shit I have ever seen. I don't know why my mom would marry him at all. He drinks, gambles, curses, does domestic abuse, etc. If it wasn't for him I would be a good kid, which I would hate to be.

Maybe Gabe helped my in a way, he kinda toughened me up. Even if I was a good kid, there is no way in hell that I could be smart. The reason I can't be smart is because I have dyslexia and ADHD, which probably means I have a slight chance of LD's. It's whatever.

To be honest our house would get burned down by Gabe way before I can become anyone or anything special. Or I could get ran over, because New York is a busy city.

Yeah I live in New York city and its freezing all the time. I can't imagine how it is like in Alaska or better yet Antartica.

I go to Yancy Academy, because it accepts troubled kids, or kids with disabilities. Somehow I am in Pre-Algebra in 6th grade That is an accelerated class, holla at your boy. Just kidding, don't really. I am only in here because I copy off of the smart people in our class. I don't bully them, because that's messed up. Also I don't have to, because I can ask politely.

Now that I think about it, I haven't really seen a ghetto Asian. I have seen a ghetto black boy, Latino boy, white boy like me, but never an Asian.

My school is going to this field trip to a museum of some sort. I didn't bother to pay attention to its name because I don't think I will ever be going back here soon.

Our field trip is hosted by my Latin teacher, Mr. Brunner. He was a chill, middle aged dude in a wheelchair. He lets us play on our iphones and shit. I kinda feel bad about him.

I mean I have some disabilities but at least I'm not in a fucking wheelchair, you know what I'm saying. He gets made fun of a lot too. People call him lame, which is partially true. On tournament days, he comes in with an actual fucking sword, points it at us to call on us instead of fucking calling out our name, then says lists as many Greek and Roman people that you know, then their relatives and shit.

So I bring a dull stick/tree branch, probably the size of a 9 year old's dick, to school and they call it a weapon, while this nigga brings a fucking sword points at us and somehow he isn't fired.

One day Mr. Brunner had the bright idea of going to a museum for a field trip.

It was so fucking annoying hearing Nancy Bobofit talk. See Nancy Bobofit is this white redhead with freckles, glasses, and braces. She always hangs out with her white blonde friends.

I don't know if yall have noticed this before, but white girls especially those who are blonde are so fucking annoying and loud.

They talk about the dumbest shit and laugh at the dumbest shit too.

This field trip, however, she was being extra annoying. She was like "Oh my god have you guys seen the new album that Taylor Swift made, its so cool" and "Oh my god look at this dude, he is so ugly and thinks he's so hot, like why is he popular I should be there, not him."

After a while it got me annoyed as shit, and I said really loudly, "Shut the fuck up, damn."

The whole class started laughing, while Nancy Bobofit got angry and said, "Why don't you go to your boyfriend Grover over there."

This got me riled up, see Grover was a guy with crutches, and he was disabled. "Now that's fucked up, you can't call Grover out on that."

Nancy Bobofit assumed her white girl stance. "Or what Jackson? What are you gonna do Jackson, bully me?

I stood up and looked down on Nancy and said, "Naw, it's not bullying it it only happens once. lucky for you I only need one time to do this."

The whole class, even Nancy's friends, surprisingly started chanting out, "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

I could see the fear in her eyes as i raised my hand to pimp smack the shit out of her.

As my hand came down though, Mr. Brunner said, "I think that's enough Mr. Jackson. Have a word with Mrs. Dodds please."

"Mr. Brunner we all know that bitch deserved it." Mr. Brunner replied neutrally, "Regardless if she did or did not, Mrs. Dodds wants you for reasons other than what just happened right now."

I calmly walked to Mrs. Dodds room where she stood waiting. The blinds were already closed and the door was almost closed. I knew this was bad coming in.

Mrs. Dodds told me to close the door fully behind me. I said no at first but then after she told me I would get detention for disobeying, I reluctantly did it.

"Alright Jackson, this will go so much smoother if you just hand over the bolt."

I was confused about what the fuck she was saying right now. "Ayy dude, I don't know what the fuck this bolt is, but I'm ready to bolt out of this fucking classroom right now."

Then Mrs. Dodds decided to change into my stepdad, because damn she turned into an ugly bitch. I mean I thought she was ugly before but this is like the icing on a cake. "I can prescribe you something for that, like get those eyes and teeth fixed, and maybe plastic surgery all over."

Mrs. Dodds roared at me, but luckily I rolled out of the roar. I looked to the ground besides me and it was full of saliva. "I thought I had spit when I was dropping bars, but you took it to another level.

I ran straight out the classroom with Ms. Dodds flying right behind me. Mr. Brunner saw me running towards him and said, "What ho Percy!" I stared back at him with a "wtf" face, and said, "Nigga I ain't no ho." Mr. Brunner threw a pen at me and said, "Remember Percy, the pen is mightier than the sword."

I caught it and said, "This is a pen, THIS IS A PEN, what the fuck am I supposed to do with a pen, stab her eyes out?"

I regretted stopping and talking cause Mrs. Dodds was right behind me. I ran then stopped running while Ms. Dodds kept flying and then she realized I stopped. "Ooh damn slippity slide, broke your ankles." Mrs. Dodds got really angry at me and started flying at me with full speed. "Here goes nothing", I said, ready to literally stab her eyes out with the pen. I slid under her, uncapped the pen, and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes after I felt a tingling sensation all over my body.

I was covered in golden dust, and I had a sword in my hands. "Nigga what the fuck fairy dust? This ain't no Tinker Bell, what the fuck is this." Then I remembered the sword in my hands. "Aw shit I really am in Peter Pan's world."

I face-palmed my self and realized what happened. "The drugs finally came to my head."

Mr. Brunner unfazed after he looked at me, said "Ah yes, Percy, that's my pen, remember to take one to school every day, you're not in kindergarten." "So you guys didn't see anything of what happened now?" "What happened?" "Never mind, and I'm keeping the pen."

Then I remembered, something they couldn't lie about, "Hey, what happened to Mrs. Dodds?"

Grinning at Grover's face it was a mix between desperation and seriousness, he said, "Who's Mrs. Dodds? There's no Mrs. Dodds at Yancy."

AN: Yeah that's it for now, I know its short as shit, but I don't want to write a lot about things no one wants to read or will read. So review if you want me to continue. Thank you.