Hello! I'm back! And thank you for the wonderful reviews, and, to one guest who pointed out something I realized after I wrote the first chapter XD thelostrelic, is in fact a guy. l:3

Percy had his eyes to the ground as he walked through the hallway, not really paying attention to where he was walking. He was about to glance up to see if he was close to his homeroom when someone collided into him, making them both fall. He got to his feet leisurely, not minding taking his time. When he saw who had bumped into him, his thoughts darkened, bad thoughts rushing into his head, a string of unsaid obscenities flashing across his mind.

Annabeth freaking Chase!

He watched her wrinkle her nose in a very unlady-like way, a scowl darkening her face, her gray eyes almost black. He almost expected lightning to flash in them, as they reminded him of a storm.

Percy didn't give her the satisfaction of assuming he was too frightened to reply, because he was feeling even bolder than he usually was. He stuffed his hands into his jean pockets and smirked.

"Little Miss Perfect actually has a flaw?" he sneered, awaiting her reaction. Actually, she had many. She was too smart. She was self-centered. And most importantly, Annabeth was mean as hell.

When the raven-haired boy saw her scowl deepen, he wanted to smirk more, but then he noticed confusion, which would have been unseen by everyone else, in her eyes. He was surprised by this, though didn't show it. "Unfocused," Percy said snappily, his voice clearly agitated.

Finally, the reaction he had been expecting. She pursed her lips.

"Well, you were certainly not focused either!"

"Well, I'm not Little Miss Perfect, now am I?"

He waited for her next remark, feeling his spirit's lift at the look on her face, pondering deeply what to say. It supplied him with more fuel. His smirk shifted to one of triumph. "And look! Looks like she isn't such the know-it-all everyone thought, huh?"

He could see her emotions as though they were scrawled in huge lettering on a page. Hurt was one of the words. He turned away, stalking down the hallway silently, fury expanding in his chest.

Like she actually had the right to feel hurt by his words. She had made him suffer almost beyond fixing, but he learned how to bounce back stronger. And, he had quite the way with words. He could make anyone feel small in vocabulary when he spoke of importance.

As Percy walked to Mr. Brunner's class, he met up with Grover, exchanging some words before going on silently. He was thinking of his unfortunate run-in with her when Grover interrupted his thoughts.

"You seem kind of ticked, Perce. What's up?"

Percy never knew why, but somehow, Grover could read his most hidden emotions. It was quite frustrating, being Percy usually kept things like his feelings in the dark to everyone around him. But he was so tempted to tell Grover, he explained simply, two words rolling off his tongue. His tone was disgusted and angry.

"Annabeth Chase." Grover winced, making Percy regret telling him. But Grover noticed, once again, an straightened. "She really needs to learn to be nice," he heard his friend huff under his breath, but Percy pretended not to hear him.

As they took their seats in Mr. Brunner's latin class, Percy noticed Nico di Angelo. Him and the pale boy had some in common. Finances was not in the list.

Nico came from a rich family, though his mother had died long before in an explosion. And Percy knew just that much from Grover's family, who had seen it on the news. Miraculously, Nico and Bianca, his sister, survived. Though she had died later on too, disappeared.

Percy was caught by surprise when Nico gave him a slight wave. He gave him a nod in acknowledgement, to greet him. With that, Nico turned away.

Time seemed to go on endlessly as Percy began to doze in the middle of class. He was awoken by a tap on his shoulder. He heard barely suppressed laughter, but he drowned it out, turning his full and undivided attention to Mr. Brunner, who was looking at him, slight disapproval in his eyes. Percy merely huffed silently in annoyance.

Mr. Brunner had always been his favorite teacher, but the guy pushed him really hard. Despite his deep, philosophical comments on particular things, he really sucked at reading and remembering big words. Percy had dyslexia, an untold excuse for his reading problem. And as for the words part, his brain was stuffed to the brim with them , leaving no space for more. So when they had a test in latin, he usually did badly.

But Percy didn't dwell on his flaws at school. That is something he would rather do at home, if that's what you'd want to call his old, abandoned apartment building which was hardly stable enough to not collapse, home.

Everyone in school knew he was poor. What they didn't know was that Percy was homeless. They didn't know he truly feared, deep down, when the bullying would get too bad. They would never, ever know anything more than what they already did. He swore to himself over and over to be a sealed book, not open to anything, never giving away his darkest secrets, or information.

Finally, the bell declaring the period was over sounded and he gathered his things silently, tossing a nod in Nico's direction before repeating the gesture to Grover. He walked out of the classroom before anyone could catch up and mock him, heading to Ms. Dodds' pre-algebra class, his least favorite subject of all time.

The day passed on slowly, until, at long last, the dismissal bell blared, causing the class to become chaos as teenagers scrambled out of the building clumsily. Percy was one of the last people out, and while walking to the parking lot, he noticed Annabeth Chase and Luke Castellan making out in the hallway. He snorted in disgust, but they didn't seem to notice, as neither of them changed expression or pulled away to look at the disturbance.

As the green-eyed boy walked to the long length to his shelter, he kept a low profile, no one seeming to notice him. Thank the gods, too. He made it too the building, walking in and collapsing on the floor that had long since stopped being uncomfortable. He smiled lightly. Finally, home, where no one would taunt him. Torture him. No one could harm him in anyway.

Percy exited the crumbling apartments, heading to the store. He slipped inside easily, fumbling in his pocket. Two dollars sat in the cloth. Quickly, after looking around, he slipped a bottle of alcohol in his jacket, grabbing a candy bar from a rack to make him seem less suspicious. He purchased the Hershey bar and walked home, smiling almost sadly. He once again entered the house, bringing out the bottle and sipping down the burning liquid as easily as he would with water, the candy bar forgotten, most likely to be eaten later, in a drunken, happy state.

I went no further than saying he drank the alcohol, since I am not going to describe what he did in the state, or at least not now.

I've had the question of how to make a story with GoogleDocs. Simply open up Docs, write the story, then click file. You'll see an option which says, Download as… My recommendation is to use the OpenDocument format, labeled ( .odt ) Then, it will appear in downloads! I hoped this helped :3

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