People who performed a suicide act were murdered by our own words and actions we do to them. To be honest with you all, bullying will NEVER stop" –MangaJinx

Everything stopped. My heart, my body, my blood, time, everything. Everything just stopped, as if the world were anticipating this very moment, and waiting to see my reaction.

I, didn't do anything. I sat there, cradling Sally Jackson in my arms, remembering all the laughs, all the smiles, all the memories we made together. If there's one thing I had to learn all these years with Gabe, was how to grow up and accept the truth. I had to grow up too early for anyone's liking. I had to accept that, my mother, my world is gone, and is never coming back.

After an hour, I finally found the will and courage to stand up, and call the police. I reported that my mother was killed by the hands of a monster.

It wasn't a lie, nor was it the full truth.

Hours later, I found myself wrapped up in a blanket, lying to a police officer, telling him that I was walking home from a long walk in the park, and found an intruder in my house. The officer, feeling sympathetic, let me free without any further questions. I decided to drop any and all charges, not allowing the police to investigate my home any further.

I closed the old beat up door behind me as I entered my miserable, tired home. I started cleaning up all the blood, and started putting everything back to the way it was. Careful to not bother my broken arm (which is in a sling thanks to the ambulance) I laid down on the floor. Floor? Yes, floor. Did you really think Gabe would buy me a bed? Hahahahahaha, oh you crack me up. No but seriously, I may have a room, but the only furniture I have in here is an old office chair that is so old, and dirty, if you sat down, you're either going to end up with a dirty butt, or fall. Anyways, with my good hand and arm, I began filling out information on a public high school registration sheet I got from the police station. Tomorrow is going to be a loooooooong day.

I stopped and took a deep breath, wincing at the amount of pain that spread through my whole body, and through my many bruises and broken ribs. I looked up, "Goode High." I read to myself the name of the school. "Huh. Never heard of it." I talked to myself while entering the enormous, multi floored and building, building. I was immediately greeted by a security guard. I gave him a fake smile, a smile I have mastered after over a decade of practice.

"Good morning sir. My name is Per-" he looked up from his papers, "Perseus Jackson. Transfer student from-" I cut him off with a quick Yeah causing him to feel annoyed. Hey, I didn't want anyone who may be over hearing us, hear where I've transferred from. He grunted and guided me to what I guess and hope is the main office. "Angela! Angela, get this kid his stuff and get someone to show him around, I've got a delivery to look out for." And he left. Okay, so that leaves me in a room full of strangers. A dark woman with frizzy brown hair and a black and white, somewhere in her 40s, looked up from her monitor, and smiled. "Hi, my name is Angela. Okay Percy," she started handing me a huge pile of papers and text books, "Here's your schedule, your math, history, marine biology and culinary textbooks, this pamphlet explains all the school events and rules, uh this is your locker number and lock… Oh! And Annabeth Chase will be showing you around. Smart girl she is. So, she will be showing you around, you two will have the same schedule until the end of the first marking period. Speaking of Annabeth, here she is. Ms. Chase! How are you? Are the twins giving you a hard time again? How's mom and dad?" she spoke to someone behind me. I turned around, just in time to see a beautiful girl laugh an angelic laugh, and tuck a random lock of blonde wavy hair behind her ear, revealing her sun kissed skin a tan only a Californian girl can afford, and startling grey eyes. She looked up from her black Converse, and smiled at me.

I almost melted right on the spot.

Angela must've seen this because she smiled to herself and shook her head, getting back to her paper work. I offered Annabeth a hand to shake, "Hi. My name is Percy Jackson, nice to meet you." I introduced myself to her. She shook my hand, "Hello Percy. My name is Annabeth Chase, nice to meet you too." She smiled, again, and melted a hole in my heart just for her.

She showed me around the big school, but soon stopped as she noticed me staring. Wait, staring? Since when did I even give girls a second look? "What umm… what happened to your arm?" I looked down at the said object, or limb, and quickly came up with a response, "Oh, this? I got into an accident, hurt me really bad." I told her part of the truth. She nodded her head in understanding, before continuing to walk. "Oh, sorry to hear that. What happened? If you don't mind me asking."

"Well, I came home yesterday, got into a fight with… someone and well, I don't really want to talk about the rest. So, twins huh?" I changed the subject to her. She chuckled, and looked up at me, still walking, me alongside her,

"My dad, remarried when I was roughly four, and had twins with the lady not too long after the wedding. The two, are a hand full. I barely see my dad cause he works so much, and my step mom? We don't get along. What about your parents?" is struggled, but, she gave me the truth so, she deserves a little of mine.

"My mom, passed away, yesterday in fact. And, I guess I don't know about my dad. He left before I was born. My stepfather? Well, I try my very best to stay out of his way." I stuffed my hands into my pockets. I took a peek at her, but continued looking on ahead. "Sorry to hear that. And I really am. It may seem overused these days, but I really am sorry. You seem like a nice guy. I hope things get better for you." She smiled at me. And you know what? I think I felt a tiny, ensy winsey, microscopic, so microscopic that you need a powerful electron light microscope to know its there, very small chance,

of feeling better.

Three hours, thousands of laughs, bonding, and teacher meetings later, it was time to go home.