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Hey Guys! So this is actually my old version of this story. The writing is not as good, and the story is less developed. Its not even finished! I have a more recent version, that I update every Saturday, its on my page so go check it out!

Percy's POV

"Moooom! I need to borrow some mo..." said Percy as he walked through the front door. He entered the kitchen and found his mom on the floor.

"Mom?" he said, thinking she just fell down and was about to get back up.

"Mom?!"

"MOM!"he exclaimed, at this point terrified.

She wasn't responding. He figured she must have passed out. He hesitated slightly, then dialed 9-1-1.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?"

"Hello? My mom just passed out," he responded nervously.

"Okay sir, please calm down. Tell me your address so we can send an ambulance."

He gave her his address and the phone number just in case. Then he waited. And waited. And waited.

After what felt like hours, he finally heard a siren. He ran to the door to make sure it was unlocked. Before he got there, the door opened and 4 people with a stretcher came in. "Hey kid, where's your mom?" said the largest man. Percy was frozen from shock, so all he could do was point at the door. A young nurse came in and took his hand.

"Hello, I'm Ms. Dare. Those people will help your mom, I'll take you to the hospital. Don't worry. Your mom will be fine." He hesitantly took her hand, then followed her out the door.

He'd been at the hospital for a while and was starting to worry.

"Percy Jackson?"

"Yes?" he responded, setting down the cards he was trying to distract himself with.

"Mr. Jackson, she's asleep, but you can see her. Please, follow me."

Percy followed the nurse as they went up a few floors and to room 38F. He entered the room to see his mom asleep on a hospital bed with many tubes and wires hooked up to her. The doctor smiled at him and said,

"Hello, Perseus. My name is Doctor Apollo."

"Call me Percy. Is my mom ok?"

"I'm afraid that your mom has throat cancer. We caught it early enough to treat it, and the treatment will have a higher chance of succeeding than not..."

His mind wandered after that. Cancer?

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Ugh. Dumb alarm. He groaned, stood up, and threw on some clothes. I never understood why some people try to dress up on their first day. It makes no sense to me.

It was his first day of Goode Jr. High, and he really didn't want to go. His mom was dying, and here he was, just casually getting ready for school. He never thought it felt right, but it had to be done, and he knew that.

He walked into the kitchen, and quickly ate the pancakes his mom had set out for him. Then he headed out for school. It was only a few blocks away now that they moved closer to the hospital. On the way he saw a girl coming from her apartment about a block from his own.

"She looks pretty... cool. Pretty cool. That's what I said." I muttered to myself.

"What did you say?"she said after sneaking up behind me.

"Huh?"

"You said 'that's what I said'. So what did you say before that?"

"Uhhh... You building looks pretty cool?" I said, more of a question than a statement.

She gasped, "Are you into architecture too?" She asked, excitedly.

"Um, what?"

"I doubt so, if you don't even know what it is." she sighed

"Uh, I just like the mural of the ocean on the side."

"Well, architecture is designing buildings, and..."

They talked all the way to school. They found out a lot about each other. They also exchanged schedules. They had gym, lunch, and English together. They tried to hide it, but they were both happy to have made a friend so quickly. Percy had just moved to this side of New York, so all his friends now lived on the other side of the most populated city in America. And Annabeth... Well that's a story for another day. They make it to Goode and began both their middle school year, and their friendship on a more optimistic note than expected.