New story…hope ya enjoy. Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson.

Chapter One: Middle School Sucks

Imagine me, a thirteen year old girl with braces, slightly chubby, with long black hair and green eyes. I also have I bit (a lot) of acne on my face. Now let me ask you, what on Earth is wrong with that? Sure, I might not be a supermodel but please refrain from making my life miserable. It's called common curtesy.

My middle school years were something I would like to leave behind. The teachers tried to pretend like they cared, but when you are dealing with an ADHD dyslexic who can't make it above a C average, then you know there is nothing you can do to help. Well my mom said otherwise, but she was blinded by parental love.

My mom's name is Sally Jackson and she is the kindest person in the world. And no, I am not joking. She cooks the best food, always knows what to say, and never lets me give up on myself. Unfortunately my mom was one of the unluckiest people in the world. Her parents died in a plane crash when she was five, leaving her with an uncle who didn't care about her. She couldn't finish high school because he got cancer and my mom had to take care of him. She always wanted to be a writer but was stuck working at a candy store.

When she met my dad, she told me it was love at first sight. They had me, he dumped her, moral of the story: don't fall in love.

I guess my life was pretty good until my mom married Gabe. His full name was Gabe Ugliano but I preferred to call him Smelly Gabe. You would get what I mean if you ever met him. Looking like a tskless walrus I always wondered what my mom saw in him. He sometimes hit me but I preferred to hide it from my mom, she had enough to worry about back then. When I was twelve I discovered that he was hitting my mom. We called the police and he went to jail. I never saw him again.

I never had many friends at a time. My attitude didn't help. I have to say my first real friend was Grover Underwood. After I helped him fend of Nancy Bobofit's attempts to kill him with peanut butter in sixth grade, we became fast friends. He then introduced me to his friends and it was like I finally managed to find people who accepted me. Their names were Annabeth Chase, Thalia Grace, and Luke Castellan.

Then eighth grade started. The year of betrayals, backstabbers, and finding my true self. Let me tell, you the process was not pretty. It all started when Luke joined a gang. He used to be a fun-loving guy who was only mildly interested in sports and was not afraid to ditch the "cool kids" to hang out with us. After he joined, he turned bitter and rude. I didn't know him as long as the rest of my friends did so the complete turnaround didn't affect me as badly.

He left and for some reason he took out all his anger on me. Shoving me in the hallways, calling me names, I could handle that. The problem was when Thalia and Annabeth didn't believe me when I told them that it was Luke who gave me the nasty cut above my eye or the bruise on my arm. Annabeth accused me of trying to steal Luke from her and Thalia was just plain mad. Fortunately, Grover still hanged out with me.

Annabeth and Thalia moved up the popularity ladder, ditching me and Grover. It hurt. It really did. Some nights I stayed up all night crying because I didn't know what I did wrong. Trying to diet would work, the acne cream didn't work, and studying just gave me a headache. I learned not to care.

Halfway through the year I caught Luke and his gang of morons shoving Grover up against a locker. My vision turned red at the moment. I tried to defend him but one of the goonies held me back. Grover wasn't at school for the next week. Later, Luke told the entire school that Gabe abused me. My well-kept secret was out in the open. The week after that was like being in Tartarus. My mom cried every night and the counselors acted like I should be thrown into a mental institution.

I was angry. You can mess with me all you want because chances are I will let you. Messing with one of my friends and family on the other hand will get you sent to the hospital. He betrayed my trust and that is sacred to me. I never went around school telling how his mom is in a mental hospital. I decided to take action. My school life was miserable with the rich kids teasing me and Luke and his wannabe pack harassing me so I decided to get expelled. Go out with a bang as all that jazz.

I found my true calling, becoming a teenage troublemaker/reject.

The day before Grover came back, I took my tray of disgusting cafeteria food and instead of heading towards my lonely table by the trash bins, I walked up to where Luke was sitting and dumped all of my food on his head. The food fight was epic.

If I had stopped there I probably would have gotten away with only a suspension. Whacking my tray against his head and giving him a concussion gave me an expulsion. It was the best feeling in my life, even when Ethan Nakamura punched me in the face.

After that you could say it became a habit. Going to a new school, befriend the so called losers, beat up the popular kids, get expelled, repeat. I was an amazing person that way.

Three years later I woke up on Saturday to the smell of pancakes. I got up out of bed immediately and ran out to the kitchen.

"Hey, honey. How did you sleep?" my mom asked.

"Fine," I said around a mouthful of pancakes. Not only were they blue, but full of fluffy goodness and maple syrup.

Paul was at the table to. He and my mom got married when I was fifteen. He is a good guy and pretty much doesn't mind when I get suspended. I guess he got used to it.

My mom sat down across the table in front of me. "I have some news Sweetie. The public high school down the road won't accept you again this year. So Paul and I decided to send you to the school where he works. They will accept you on a swimming scholarship since you did so well last year. With Paul's teacher discount we can afford the payment."

I almost choked on my orange juice. Paul works at Goode Academy. It is a private school that offers the best education. The problem was that is where all my middle school buddies are now. I know Luke is gone since he was arrested for drugs last year but…

"MOM! This is my senior year, the best year of high school. I don't want to go to Goode. All the kids who went to my old middle school will be there!"

My mom gave me a look, "It has been almost four years. You have been expelled to all the other schools in the area and with my new job I can't commute that far."

My mom finished her college classes and in now writing a book. She also works as a secretary at some office building at Olympus Corporation.

I groaned, "Mom, why can't I take online classes or something?"

"Because those classes do not give a full classroom experience," responded Paul. "Besides, we can go to school together."

"What fun," I muttered. Louder I said, "I'm going to the skate park, okay?" When it was just me and my skateboard, I forgot about all my problems. College didn't exist, there were no bullies, and my no good bummer of a father didn't exist.

My mom saw my expression and sighed. "Alright but be careful."

My father is one of the top business men in the world. He is filthy rich and has a huge cruise line dedicated to his wife. He didn't even send a child support check. If I ever met him I would probably punch him in the face. Once for leaving me and another one for leaving my mom.

Weaving in-between people on the busy sidewalk was a good way to make enemies that morning. All the late morning commuters who didn't have the pleasure of Summer Break were trying to head for the subway while I was going in the opposite direction.

Once I got there instead of busting some awesome moves like I normally would, I sat down to think. I know, shocking right?

I haven't heard form my old buddies in years. I sometimes saw Grover but that was when we saw each other randomly in the street. I guess I could contact him. Then I would have someone to sit with during the last year of High school. That brought up another concern. College.

I wanted to go to NYU on a swimming scholarship. I was pretty good. The one good thing I inherited from my sperm donor. Being in the water was as natural as breathing, sometimes I even felt that I could breathe underwater. I broke my last high school's record for the girl's swim team last year on everything that is why they probably kept me for so long.

I smirked remembering the face of the head cheerleader Isabella when I "accidently" tripped and spilled tomato sauce form the schools spaghetti all over her cute little outfit. My outfits consisted of a T-shirt and ripped up jeans or shorts. I cut my hair last year so I pretty much fit in with the skater girl stereotype. I even died the tips of my hair blue and green for crying out loud!

After wallowing in my misery for a few more minutes, I did a 360 over the ramp and then tried to jump over it. The jump was sloppy but I cleared it and didn't fall in the process. I've gotten some pretty cool scars over the years because of them.

That night dinner was silent. School would start in two days. I would have to get my schedule at the front desk and I missed orientation. Oh well.

"Are you excited honey?" asked Mom.

I picked at my lasagna, which was one of my favorite foods for the record. "Not really."

"Its okay to be nervous but I think this is a great opportunity for you Persi. The courses are College Prep and I hear the swim team is amazing. You will finally be challenged! The teachers will help you overcome your dyslexia."

Paul nodded at my mother's words. "I can help you in English as well. Many of our students also have ADHD and Dyslexia so I have audio books of all the material we will cover."

I rolled my eyes. "I have to go anyway. The law says I have to go to school."

Mom frowned at my tone. "Persi darling, I'm sorry that you will have to see your old classmates but they have most likely matured. You are seventeen now and almost an adult. You have matured as well."

"Good night, I'll see you guts tomorrow." I stood up and left, giving my Mom a kiss on the cheek.

That night I had a nightmare about me walking down the hallway going to English, with everyone form my middle school including Grover jeering at me. When I entered into the classroom instead of seeing Paul behind the teacher's desk I saw Smelly Gabe.

So…how was it? Let me know if I should continue or not. ~Star

PS: I didn't mean to make Annabeth and Thalia mean…it's just that middle school affected them in a bad way. Don't worry, they will mature.