Jason Grace was a privileged person. He was born into wealth, and wasn't really challenged that much. Of course, he knew that not everyone was given the same advantages as he. But he would never truly understand what being ostracized meant without really experiencing it.
Until, that is, a wildfire of rumors regarding him spread like a virus in a polarized world. Now, he wasn't saying that others didn't experience much, much worse.
Try as he did, Jason didn't know who he was anymore. Without his previous status, he was left a shell. But at least he had the detention kids, right? He remembered how Reyna and Leo came up to him and "invited" (Gods, he felt like a kindergartener when he said that) Jason to their table. Unbeknownst to him, the kids he never really payed attention to, were some of the most accepting people he had ever had the pleasure to meet.
First, there was Reyna; she ran against Octavian for Class Pres and then lost, which made her a laughingstock. Secondly, Leo was literally a pyromaniac. No need to explain further. Thirdly, Nico was "too depressed" or something, which was a really stupid reason to categorize him here.
Anyways, Jason soon found out that they had worse problems than he did. Reyna had an abusive father, Leo was a foster kid, and Nico... he had his own thing going on.
How does emotionally trying situations make some people so accepting? How was it possible, that Reyna, Nico and Leo were so empathetic and giving, when the world had given them almost nothing?
He asked himself these questions, but without anyone to write to anymore, they stuck inside his head. In the back of his closet, he took his box out again. For the first time in his entire life, Jason looked at the box without a fond gaze. Instead, he took one look at it, and chucked it to his sister's bedroom. She wouldn't care, she didn't even live with him anymore.
Jason went back to him room and bumped into the corner of his bed. He clutched his knee, and realized that from behind his bed frame, there was a little photograph. Inside of the white picture borders, there was a small kitten by the name of Sock. Jason went back to his sister's room and chucked it into the box.
On the other side of California, Piper sat on her bed, wondering how it all went south so quickly. What had she done wrong? Was it even her fault? Did she even still have a penpal?
Sock mewed at her, either in disappointment, or silently telling her to woman up.
Piper let one tear drop, and then stood up. Marching to her desk, she started writing a letter. Whether she would send it or not, she didn't know.
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