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Perseus Jackson was, for the most part, ordinary.
He lived in a cramped apartment building with his mother, Sally, who was a small kindly woman with a larger-than-life personality and wrinkles forming around her eyes from smiling too much. He also lived with his stepfather, Gabe, who wasn't nearly as pleasant as his mother, and carried the scent of cigarette smoke and empty whiskey bottles wherever he went, so Percy tried not to interact with him that much.
He wasn't very good in school, but he tried his best, and that was really all that mattered. He was polite because Sally had raised him right. He had worked a summer job helping out in Bloomingdales on Third and Lexington, saving and saving and saving his money, so that he might have the opportunity to go to college. His eyes were a nice shade of green, and he was good at lacrosse and soccer.
All in all, his life was quite boring, if he were to be honest.
Of course, this was all before the year he turned seventeen. The year when everything changed.
a/n: i've never written fanfiction before, and i'm open to criticism as long as it's constructive. please leave reviews if you have anything to comment on, but please keep it polite. character pairings will be determined later on, and you're free to offer your suggestions. this story will contain explicit language, underage drug/alcohol usage, and mentions of mental illness, just as a warning.
disclaimer: i don't own percy jackson.