PERCY POV
I used to be a loner. I wasn't geeky (I actually got really bad grades) nor did I suck at sports. I wasn't an introvert either. Did people even try to approach me? No, they didn't. Girls looked at me with flirtatious eyes, but if I even tried to get close to them they would scurry off almost immediately. It was quite confusing really. I had (and still do) a wonderful mom who took care of me. The only problem was smelly Gabe. When I was younger he would punch me, and throw bottles my way that would shatter and pierce my skin. Thankfully his in jail now. I've been taught self defense classes, and Gabe will probably be in jail for 10 more years.
I'm Percy Jackson and I'm a student at San Francisco high school , and this is the story of how I turned from a depressing loner into a cheerful, happy guy.
I angrily threw clothes into a suitcases while I glared at nothing in particular. Smelly Gabe was gone, but he had found another way to piss me off. I lived with my mom in a small apartment in New York, Manhattan. It wasn't much, but it was home. My friends would be pissed off as well. I couldn't believe we had to move, so we could be safe and not have to worry about Gabe. I relaxed. I knew my mom was doing this for my safety, but it was hard to leave your old life behind. Even if it was for the best.
I stared with longing at the city skyline as the airplane flew into the air. I almost passed out when I realized we were in the air, My grandparents had died in a plane crash leaving my mom in a hopeless and depressing state. Since I heard the story I have developed a fear of airplanes. Not heights nor falling from them. Just airplanes. I tried to sleep to calm my nerves, but it didn't help at all. Everytime I closed my eyes I would see a beer bottle and a horrible sneer headed my way. It was truly horrifying to realize that the world was so twisted that a 16 year old couldn't sleep without being plagued by the horrors of his past. Thankfully they made it to San Francisco, California without any incident.
I stared in horror at the building before me. High school was a nightmare. Most people said it was one of the most memorable moments of someone's life, but they were truly wrong. I looked at the bully that had shoved me into my locker and gulped. I tried to ignore him, but the was looking for trouble and he wasn't going to leave me until he got what he wanted.
I saw a beautiful blond hair and gray eyed girl standing before me. She pushed the bully out of the way, and came to check on me. I thought I had finally met someone decent at my school. Unfortunately, my shirt had gotten caught in the locker and had been ripped open. The blondes eyes stared in horror as she saw all the scars that Gabe's temper tantrums had caused. She gasped and stepped away.
The beautiful girl was Annabeth Chase. She was the captain of the track team, a straight A student, the girlfriend of the jock Luke Castellan, and the most popular girl in school.
I was the loner, friendless, brainless dude that everyone opted to stay away from. After seeing my scars everyone had thought I was part of a gang. High school was teen underworld.
