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Chapter One

"It's not easy Clay" spoke Miss Tucker. "Having your mother die in front of you at such a young age your father taking your younger sister and abandoning you, leaving you to be raised by your uncle- "

"He's not my uncle" Clay spoke spinning in his chair. Miss Tucker's old wrinkly face formed a pleasing smile even though Clay was not enjoying this conversation. He hated when she brings up the past.

"Then what should I call him?" Miss Tucker asked writing on the same crummy note pad she had for the past two years he was here. Clay rolled his eyes, sighing. "How about drug dealing scum bag who should be in prison right now". Miss Tucker didn't find that funny. She sighed helplessly, but continued with her work.

"Your Uncle, Mr. Ganger, is a clean man with no charges except one ticket he got in august driving 4 miles per hour over the speed limit." Miss Tucker took off her glasses cleaning them with her crusty shirt. "Now let's talk about this brother of your's".

Clay knew what she was going to say, she's been telling him this for years, but he knew he was right. "Don't bother." Clay said, looking down at his fist. "I know he's real and there's nothing you can say to change that."

"His not real, Clay".

"You didn't see him"

"He is a figment created from your brain because of you're an outcast who has a hard time on making friends and in need of someone to be there for you".

Clay shot up slamming his fist on Miss Tucker's desk as he glared at her with fierce eyes.

"His name is Percy Jackson and he's real!" Clay shouted. Miss Tucker was surprised, but that didn't stop her.

"You brought up this Percy character in a dream, that's your head. The voice screaming your name are just collated with that." Miss Tucker spoke in a soothing voice. Anger boiled in Clay's body. She, like the others, were hopeless. No one could see the truth in a kid with anger issues and a tragic back story. Miss Tucker pulled out a pink slip and wrote on it.

"A pass to the nurse's office for your hand". She exclaimed. Clay looked at his right hand and saw his knuckles were purple and bruised. He touched it and it stung immediately. Clay winced in pain. They felt more broken than bruised, but Clay was used to this he had scars across his body from his uncle.

"We can continue our session tomorrow" Miss Tucker grinned at Clay like it was such a successful day. It wasn't, they had gotten the same results since his first day here when he admitted not to be crazy. Today was something different he had always kept his anger in check, he never burst out like that, what was different?

Clay reached for the pass.

"Clay, I almost forgot," Miss Tucker said as he took the slip. "Happy Birthday."

Clay was shaken, he completely forgot his birthday was today. He tried not to let his surprise seep into his face. He fumbled getting his book bag as he left out the door.

He couldn't stop thinking about the session as much as he wanted to push it aside. He was trying so hard to hide the fact that half of Clay agreed with Miss Tucker. Clay was mad about this fact, he just wanted life to go his way.

After pondering in his head for about two minutes Clay finally reached his destination, and Cowell stood in the same position as always. He kicked back in his chair in his small box office as he polished his plastic toy police badge. Cowell was the security guard who's only job was to open and close the door leading to the main building. This building was a place for mentally challenged people. Clay, however, wasn't mentally challenged, he did have ADHD and anger issues which made him unstable surrounded by other people. He did like it over here, he was really close to this one guy who couldn't even speak a full sentence in English. The building he was going to however was the real high school were the halls were crowded with people, students would get shoved around and it would be a mess.

Out of Clay's three months in high school, he had only gone to the high school once and that one time had given him nightmares for weeks.

"Well, I thought I would never see you again after the prank you pulled last time". Cowell said. Clay remembered that moment well.

"You got to admit," Clay grinned. "you smelled a lot better that day." Cowell stood not taking back by the smart remark instead standing up pulling his belt over his fat over size stomach.

"Stop talking and just show me why you're here." Cowell said.

Clay pulled out the slip from his back pocket and put on the glass.

"I would like to beat the bell on my way back" Clay added looking down at his watch.

Cowell laughed this time. "Now you want something from me". Clay realized Cowell's yapping was wasting his time.

"I would like it if we hurried this process up." Clay spoke rolling his eyes.

"Why can't you go to Mrs. Falcon?"

"She's busy."

Clay lied. The truth was he like to see a certain someone over in the high school. Cowell gave a mean scowl. Cowell then flipped a switch on his office panel and the sound of metal clanking came from the doors.

"You're going to want something from me one day" Cowell called out to Clay as he walked in the empty high school halls.

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