Just a dream I had that made its way on to fanfiction.
12-year-old Percy Jackson walked into his History class 5 minutes early, just like everyday. He was a student at Morris Military Academy as of 7 years now and would be there for 6 more years until he gets shipped off to wherever to join the military. The school is a place for kids with no chance of doing anything else train to be in the army so when they're 18 they can just become an officer.
Before he was born, his dad left his mom and then when he was two, his mom died of cancer. The only family has is his moms cousin, Captain Morris. Yeah, Percy's legal guardian was the headmaster at the Academy so when he was 5, Percy was enrolled and literally grew up there his whole life. There were a lot of kids there ranging from different ages, but no one was really friends, just fellow students.
But not one kid there had been there as long as Percy had, nor were as trained as him. He had a third degree black belt in martial arts, could use any firearms known to man, and knew some in knife/sword fighting.
Everyday was the exact same for the young boy. He woke up at 5:30 and went for a 3–mile jog and some laps in the pool, followed by breakfast and then a shower until classes that started at 7:00. Studies ended at 11:00, then training in whichever category it is (they rotate out according to your schedule) until free time, which was at 3:00. Free time was the only time you could go off campus, though no one ever had a reason to. Dinner was at 5:30, and then you had until 9:00 to do whatever and 9:30 was lights out.
That's how it always has been and always will be for young Perseus Jackson. But not even he could predict what happened the next day.