CHAPTER 1 : 3rd PERSON POV
Percy woke up with an excrutiating headache. He was still hangover from Leo's party. He got up from his bed and went to his tiny bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror.
He was horrible. His face was a translucid white instead of his normal gorgeous glow. His green eyes had red pouch under them. Plus, his black hair was untidy. Percy sighed and tried to look more presentable.
Percy was the star of his secundary school. Everyone knew him, no exception. His little gang, that was composed by him, Leo, Jason and Frank, practically ruled the school. Their favorite sport was soccer… and terrorizing people. The meanest of them was Jason. You did not want to cross him. Everyone was really afraid od him, except the gang. Percy understood Jason better than anyone else. He tried to look tough and not to care, because he was hurt so many times in his childhood. He lost his mother when he was seven. The loss was so painful for him and his father, it sepparated them.
Percy's father had left him when he was still a baby. His mom did anything so he could forget about his dad, but that did not stop Percy from thinking at night about the man that had walked away from his baby and his girlfriend.
Sally, Percy's mother had found another man, Paul. Together, they had had a girl named Emma. She had Sally's blue eyes and Paul's brown hair (what was left of it…).
Percy walked in the also tiny kitchen and started to make breakfast for himself. His mother went to work really early, and his stepfather had took Emma to the kindergarten, so Percy was alone. Today was the first day of school and the first day of his last year of secundary. Finally.