Hey readers, crazy people and percy jackson fans! Wait aren't you all the same people? Anyway I supose i should explain my self a bit. I intend to update within 7 days after each update. I should probably explain my writing method as well. I write by typing stuff that comes to m y head on my phone in spare time. i then send to my email acount to proof read and read over to make sure its ok for about 5 minutes before posting here. Of course This generally means my writing may be slighty off ins ome places like typos but i do tend to get most of them during my proof reading. Thank you for follwing and favoriteing my story! You guys really make this quiet fun. I had some issues with writing percy's personality because i wasn't sure about how exactly to go about. I'll let you guys decide. Does he fit the summary at all?
E:Has been re-edited and re-spaced.

Percy's pov.

I stumbled out of the door and walked down the street. My school was about 5 miles away. I began to walk for about an hour and a half with the cut on my right leg burning.

Holding my hand to my leg I shifted my backpack's weight to my other shoulder. OWWWW. My leg feels like it is on fire. I blinked. I slowly limped over to the bus stop.

I leaned against the bus stop sign and took a look my leg. Plenty of pain to go around, the cut didn't seem as bad without glass in it. Either way it still hurt. A lot. Wait. I don't live near a bus stop...

I looked at the bus stop sign. There was a huge dent in it. Suddenly sirens were deafeningly loud the smell of burning gas and rubber filling the air. There was- BEEP BEEP! A horn woke me from my memory and to my surprise a blue car barreling down the road right at me. Standing near the side of the road I barely limped out of the way.

Angrily I turned back to the car slightly shaken and ticked off. The car blared down the street and turned right into the school. They must think their late. Daylight savings can be a bit of a bitch. Amusing as it was nothing made me smile anymore. I continued walking down sidewalk amused and turned into the school. The blue car stopped when it saw no one in the parking lot. The expression of the girl with black hair driving the car was hilarious.

I could see a tuft of blond hair showing from behind the drivers head. A little ghost of a smile tugged onto my face for a split second before the pain from my cut brought me to my senses and back to reality. I continued walking into the school.

As I slipped inside however, I heard a female voice calling out. "Hey!" They couldn't be talking to me of course. No one ever wants to just talk to me. I can't even come close to blaming them. Its undoubtedly the bare minimum of what should have happened to me. I limped in and close the door behind me.

As I began to walk towards the front office Luke of all people walked out into the hall looking at someone next to him. I shudder slightly and try to make my self invisible against the lockers, praying he wouldn't turn to look to his right.

I swallow nervously as Luke passes me. Once he passed I breathed a sigh of relief-until of course he stopped and turned looking directly at me. I kept my face as expressionless as possible. He looked directly at me.

"Jackson?" His eyes have a fire lit in them as he shoved me backwards. My back hit the lockers behind me with a clang. Ethan Nakamura walked up to Luke's side. When Luke threw the first punch which I ducked under, Ethan grabbed my left arm and Luke grabbed my right while I was distracted. They pinned me against the lockers.

I felt the pain of my twisted arm, being pinned and the lockers digging into my back "Mute as ever I see. Ever the fucking quiet retard sitting in silence." I'm dyslexic damn it! I am not retarded. But of course I didn't say that. I couldn't because I truly was mute. "You must be thinking just ignore me I'll go away. But I will never go away Perseus." His words were borderline mimicking Gabes's...

"No one cares about you. Not even your moronic friend could stand staying with you. Hell even that freak Rachel dropped you. So ask your self." A punch the the chest "Why." A punch to the side of my head. My vision goes slightly darker. "Bother." A punch to my lungs. I cough as air seems to escape me. "Living?" A Sucker punch to finish it off. Pain. Those who know me know I have had to deal with it. However, one can never get used to the sharp sting or the feeling of warm blood dripping down from your injury. Of course no one really knows me any more. Ever since Grover moved last year and Jason 3 years before that.

With the beating over Luke and Ethan let go of me, letting me fall to the ground. Luke walked off down the hall with his air of confidence down the hall parting ways with Ethan. I could hear Luke having a conversation with someone around the corner and down the hall near the entrance.

What happened to the Luke that had been nice to me. Why did he have to blame his mom's insanity on me? Because I was to blame. I couldn't save her. Anyone else could have but all of this because I can't talk.

Luke voice and a girl's who I didn't recognize got quieter as they walked down the hall in the opposite direction. I slowly got up and limped down the hall near the front office.

As I opened the door to the nurses office I saw through the connecting window, which happens to be one way, the black haired girl who almost ran me over. Man did she look angry. The chair where the nurse should be was empty. Of course I get here too early, damn daylight savings, just my luck.

I held my arm against my chest where several bruises would surely be forming, wiped the blood dripping on my forehead, leaned against the wall; and closed my eyes. The smell of burnt rubber, metal and gasoline instantly filled the air. I opened my eyes to find my self all scratched up and a long cut across my throat. I was sitting inside a wreckage of twisted metal and leather seats. I looked around to see my mom coughing, glass scattered about her.

"Ahem." A not so subtle cough came from the other side of the room woke me from my memory to reality making me jump. I opened my eyes and saw Will Solace the son of the nurse at school and a doctor who works at a nearby hospital.

"Are you ok?" He asked with worried eyes. I motioned toward my mouth that I couldn't speak. I quickly motioned to my leg where I had gotten cut this morning. "You can't speak? Wait a moment your Perseus Jackson? Hold I will be right back." Will said while hurrying away into a back room. Great someone else now who doesn't like me. He's probably gonna just leave me here. It's the least I deserved... I looked down at my feet in shame.

"Perseus?" Will came back? I looked up again. Will was standing there a clipboard and a gold sharpie in his outstretched hand. Oh. I took the clipboard and wrote down quickly. I cut my leg when I tripped on a glass bottle this morning. How'd you know who I was? "Well you are the only mute kid at the school. Might as well let me see the cut." I gave him a questioning look.

"Hey I am gonna be a doctor someday might as well start small." He said defensively. I shrugged and pulled up my jean leg to reveal a rather thin long cut going across my leg. Oh shit, that's not the cut a bottle would make. The cut in question was more easily compared several thin gashes that were a centimeter deep. The cut had been bleeding profusely and had gotten a bit of dirt in it making it look far worse then it was.

There was a sharp intake of air from Will and then he slowly breathed out. "We should probably get some disinfectant a few large band aids. Rinse off the cuts in the sink over there by the ground while I get the medical supplies." Will ordered shakily. He then got up and began to rummage around in the back rooms.

I sighed and limped over to the low sink. I sat down and put my leg under the faucet. The burning feel in my leg was diminished quiet a bit as I ran water over it in an attempt to clean it.

"At least you had the sense to pull out the glass." Will said as he watched from besides me. I wrote down on the board. Have people actually not taken out the glass sticking in them before?

"Oh you wouldn't believe the stupid stuff people do. Someone had come to my dad with half a bottle in his leg because he saw on T.V. that your not supposed to pull anything out of you." I pulled my leg out of the water and sent an slightly amused look at Will that was cut short by my hiss of pain. I frowned. I have always loved the water. It seems to help with pain when the injuries in water. With water I love being in it, I love drinking it, I love everything about it. I even used to be the swim team's captain. Of course all of that changed during the summer. Will applying disinfectant to my cut woke me out of my thoughts with a stinging pain.

As he brought down his hand quickly with the smaller bandaid to cut on my head I unconsciously flinched away. Realizing what I had done I bit my lip. Yet Will either hadn't noticed or dismissed it as flinching away from the pain. With a worried expression he looked down at my leg and seemed like he wanted to ask about something, but changed his mind.

He put the bandaid on my forehead and quickly tied a white thin sheet around my long cut on my leg. "We were out of large band aids so this gauze wrap is gonna have to do." Thanks Will. I quickly jotted down. "It's nothing Perseus." I wrote down fast. Call me Percy.

For the second time that day a ghost of a smile touched my lips as I got up and walked away with a almost imperceptible limp off out into the hall. I don't deserve Will being this nice to me. Is he really being this nice to me or is he faking it? I frown.

Will shouted out the door out the door. "Try to avoid any more glass alright Percy?" As if one could avoid glass thrown at him or slammed into him by his stepdad. It didn't matter anyway. After all it was the least I deserved.

I walked down a few feet to the front desk and saw Hestia jotting down something for some girl. She turned around with the paper headed back to-Luke. My breath quickened as I automatically stepped into the shadows. Then I realized he had his back to me.

I slowly walked up the front desk as the small group with Luke and the 2 girls in it left. I tapped the little bell Hestia had placed up on the shelf for me. It is after all, a bit hard to get someone's attention being mute and all. She was always busy and almost never had time to look up either. "Hold on!" A voice came from another room.

Hestia came running out with a stack a papers. "Ah Percy! Here's your Schedule. Love to chat but I'm really busy and-" Several phones begin to ring off to her left and right. I nod at her and headed to my first class. When Hestia looked back up a few seconds later I was already gone.

I walked down the halls to the 200 hundred hallway. As students begin to enter my thoughts turned toward the old school's layout. The school class numbering is really weird now that I think about it. It goes from 110 to 995 but its lade out where the numbers like 230 and 235 are no were near each other.

I pulled open the door to my first class which happened to be English. Not exactly helpful to my dyslexia. I saw Luke talking to those two girls again. His eyes met mine and he half smiled and began to walk towards Rachel.

The bastard... I slipped into my class not wanting to see more. I sat down at my desk and realized I still had Will's board in my bag. I look down into my bag at my feet for it and for my music notebook. I still have Will's Marker. I sigh in exasperation. Not only did I leave my music journal somewhere I still have Will's notebook. Fantastic.

I had started to mope when someone sat on my lap. That someone being Drew. Have a little insight in my life here. I have sworn off girls for ever. After what happened last time and having had someone toy with my heart and then smash it to pieces i have done my best to stay away from girls. Being mute and untouchable in the social ladder does help with that goal far more then one would expect. Being an obnoxious jerk to them also tended to help. There were exceptions to every rule and of course with people like Drew Tanaka they don't leave you ALONE. Drew happens to be one of those girls who hates relationships. She breaks people up and loves to try to get everyone to like her. She is also known as the easiest date to get once. She's been harassing me even before I became what I am now. Some people just never change.

Of course if you been listening to anything I been trying to tell you, It should be obvious what she does next. Drew blinked smiled a most repulsive smile that can barely be recognized as an attempt to be seductive and tried to fucking kiss me. What can you do when your being forcibly kissed by someone. You either tell them to fuck off, stop, or simply move away. Damn my luck, Drew was stronger and heavier then she looked, and I can't talk.

I blinked in surprise and tried my hardest to pull away to the point where I was practically falling out of the chair.

Well fuck her. I kicked her in the shin. Hard. She falls over clutching her shin. "You fucking worthless piece of shit" She hissed.

I froze. Why is everyone using such similar words to the same ones he used!

Just about everyone in the class staring including the 2 new girls who had just entered the room. I stood up darted out of class room. Likely pulling open my healing leg wound in the process.

"Wait!" Someone, probably Drew shouting from the floor, said. Not happening. I blinked trying to mask my emotions of anger, fear, and pain. In my attempt I almost ran into the new kids by door.

It seemed almost as if time slowed to a crawl as the blond haired one with grey eyes stared into my eyes. I gave her my worst glare as I do to all new female students as I dodge past her.

I ran around several corners until I reached the end of the school and the start of a stream heading into a forest.

My head flashed back to my mom in the car crash. Her lips moved speaking her final words. "I love you Percy." I feel my self trying to respond but my throat feels like hot Molten metal was poured down my throat. Getting even a sound out burned with heat of a sun. I could only sit and watch pinned by twisted metal as my mom died in front of me. I fall against a tree next to the stream and I broke down and cried for the first time in months.

After about 20 minutes I heard footsteps and saw a very unexpected blond haired kid looking for me. What is HE doing here?