Dude, this sucks, but I wanted to post something, so here I am.
Percy walked into his English classroom. He went to his spot, and, after much struggle, read the board. It said:
Today, write about your life. Do you have a best friend? What was something you experienced as a child?
He couldn't read the last sentence, something about how it would be graded, probably. Percy looked at his notebook. He started to write. He unconsciously shifted to Greek writing, and he wrote more than he ever had before. Percy had just finished writing when the teacher said "Pencils down." One by one, people shared, more than usual. Percy had a hard time listing, but everyone's stories was more about vacations and camping, nothing really personal. "Percy?" Said the teacher.
"Yes?" Percy said
"It's time to share."
"We have to share?"
"Yes, it says it on the board."
"It's kind of personal."
"You must share."
"Ok." He stood up and took a deep breath. "My name is Perseus Jackson. I was born and raised here in Manhattan. I am bilingual, and my favorite color is blue. These are things people know about me. I have quite a few things people don't. I have many best friends. My best, best friend was probably a girl named Heather. I grew up with an abusive step-father. This meant frequent beatings and that meant bruises and scratches. One day, when I returned home from second grade, my stepfather got extremely drunk. Whenever he got drunk, he got violent. My amazing mother was at work. I had no one to protect me. When I walked into the door, he lifted me up and demanded I give him money for his poker games. When I didn't have any, he punched me in the face, and then smashed me up against the wall. Then he dropped me. He asked me again. I said I didn't have any. He stepped on my fingers. From that day on I had always brought money home, but that's not the point. The next day I was really sore. I put on an oversized hoodie, so no one would see. During recess, I sat out. That's when Heather came and sat next to me. My hand that had been stepped on was showing, and it had a big bruise. She saw this and pulled a rainbow band-aid out of her bag." He laughed "It barely covered the bruise, but it was still very sweet. From that point on, she always brought those rainbow bandaids to school. Every day we would talk during recess. After school we would talk as well. It not only was fun, but it kept me away from my step father for longer. We were the best of friends. Whenever I had free time, I would talk with her. We would walk to school with her. When I got kicked out of that school, we would meet up after school and on weekends. We got each other presents on birthdays and Christmas. One time, I saved up money to buy her a locket with a clock inside. I also put a picture of us in the other side. She loved it." He paused. "One day, when we were in fourth grade, she was in a car crash. She… she died." He stopped again. After taking a deep breath, he continued. "I still have this bracelet that she gave me." He held up his wrist. The bracelet had large, round wooden beads on it. "The day that she died, it was one of the worst days of my life. I would.. I would rather not talk about it anymore." He sat down. The teacher was quite shocked that it had actually been personal, and not that he hadn't done anything. "Thank you, Percy." He said. For the rest of the day, people came up and said sorry, but he waved them off, telling them it was fine. When he went to his locker at the end of school to pack up for the day, he stopped to look at the pictures he had in it. There it was, a copy of the picture of the photo he had put in Heather's locket. He smiled, and remembered that tomorrow was Heather's birthday. The next day, he went to the graveyard and found her grave. He whispered "Happy Birthday, Heather." He put the flowers he got on her grave. In the bouquet, if you looked close enough you could see that the flowers were held together by a rainbow band aid.