A/N: I already had the next one done, so why not post Chapter 2?
DISCLAIMER: Once again, I don't own PJO.
2: Faker
An idiot.
A bitch.
You heard what they said behind your back, even the younger ones joining in with their censored insults. It was so pathetic, the way that they tried to make themselves take you seriously.
Yeah. Like an eleven year-old matters in war.
You never felt like that.
Well, sometimes you did.
That was the confusing part.
Charmspeak was easier than killing a fly. All you had to do was mean it, which you doubted that even a person from 10 could do.
But lust was a rarity.
People thought that was ridiculous. That the kids from Cabin 10 honestly should have been filled with lust, vengeance, and hatred during the wars.
You held that.
Others did, but they hid it.
Like Piper Fucking McLean.
They thought she was a good-doer, the epitome of all things good and sweet beneath the world. As if she never felt envy or hate or the attributes of a typical jerk.
What crap.
You thought it made no sense, the way they treated you but not her. You thought that she was the much more dangerous one, with the way she hid everything like it was no big deal, and the way she tried to spare your innocence.
You were in a position of power.
She took it from you.
You didn't like that.
So you sook revenge.
You treated society like how you thought they deserved to be treated, their ignorance making you want to gag more every time you saw it.
You treated the school like how they were, beneath you. Not how you thought of them, friends and enemies and things like that.
Like they were mere dolls, agreeing with your every command.
People never thought you had an ounce of bravery in you.
They thought you were a cheat.
A shallow little-girl.
You weren't that. You were someone that mattered.
They just needed to realize that this all was nothing more than an act.
You are Drew Tanaka.