Prologue:

Elizabeth was very shy, so it was weird that Gwen would target her.

One morning at school, something snapped, Gwen slapped Elizabeth and shouted something cruel. Lizzie's eyes started to swell with tears, but Gwen went further and punched her in the stomach, leaving Lizzie on the floor, crying. Then the boy came; he was all, with black hair and beautiful sea green eyes,

"Gwen, what's going on?"

"Percy! It's not what you think!" Gwen stuttered.

"Really? You punching a girl in the stomach is not what I think? You calling her cruel names that no one should ever say to anyone isn't what I think? Then what is it? Explain it to me."

"But, I-" Gwen ran off crying. Percy held out his hand to Lizzie and pulled her up.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice was sincere; Lizzie could already tell he'd be one of the few people she could trust.

"Kind of, my stomach still hurts."

"Well, there's not really anything I can do about that," The older boy grinned mischievously, "so you're going to have to be in a wheelchair, forever."

The joke he made in a baby voice caused Lizzie to laugh, already feeling better. She was surprised a boy like that would even talk to her, let alone stand up for her.

"My name is Percy, by the way, Percy Jackson."

"Elizabeth, call me Lizzie."

"Come on," he grabbed her hand. "I'm taking you to a nurse."