PERCY JACKSON

LOCATION: SOMEWHERE IN OHIO

. . .

He sat down quickly.

Opening his bag, he began devouring a loaf of bread. Sighing, he frowned. Percy scanned ahead, his camp was set in a clearing in some woods. He was in . . . Ohio? Yeah, somewhere in Eastern Ohio. He shivered in his black hoodie. The words his mom said, were eating him.

"You can do it, Percy. You can leave." Fat tears were falling down from her glassy blue eyes to her cheek, "I know you can. They'll ask me questions but I promise I won't tell." Percy frowned, "Mom, you don't have to-"

"No," she said firmly, "you are my son. My baby boy, I will always want the best for you. This - being here, is hurting you. I can't see you hurt and do nothing. You got everything you need right?" She asked.

He nodded absently. Sally smiled and embraced him. "I love you, Percy."

Both of them were crying, now. "I love you, too, Mom."

. . .

He tensed, breaking away from his thoughts. He hadn't felt this aura in a long time. Worried, he packed his camp and looked west. He guessed he could make it to Columbus, Ohio by tomorrow noon. He picked up his bag and ran out towards civilization.

He heard footsteps behind him. More anxious than before, he continued his pace. He pretended to look at a watch and ran in a hurry. The people he thought we following him, were excellent trackers. He needed to move. And fast. Without leaving any trails.

In two weeks, he was promised a ride to Alaska from some of his mom's writing friends. The catch was his ride would start in Helena, Montana. And here he was, in Eastern Ohio.

Percy's eyes laid on the empty cars parked. He looked around before sprinting to one of them. He narrowed his eyes as he saw the engine start button instead of the key. He jimmied up the door open. Before he climbed in, he fixed the Mist to hide and cover him.

Luckily, the fuel tank was full. Starting the car, he drove off. His shaky sea-green eyes constantly stared at the rearview mirrors.

Maybe from Alaska, I can travel to Northern Canada, at this point, I don't care. I just need to leave the U.S.

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A/N: please know that this is a short summary and something I wrote when I was young, I decided to upload it for my own entertainment :)