Hello, I wanted to start this out by saying that Percy Jackson and the Olympians is the Property of Rick Riordan. Any character likeness is attributed to him and his work. I want to apologize for this chapter being kind of short. Future chapters will be longer than this one. Without further adue, Chapter Two of The Odd Boy.

Also: Huge Shoutout to CodeNameWiseGirl for giving me my first feedback. Thank you so much for the words of encouragement. They mean a ton ^.^

Percy's POV:

I was woken up by my my mom shaking me telling me that I had overslept and that i needed to get going now! I ran through the shower, got dressed and toasted two waffles before running out the door. Fortunately I grabbed my favorite hoodie because to my surprise, when I walked out the door of our apartment building.

I slowly started my walk towards Goode High School, the place that I would call my home between the hours of 8am and 3pm Monday through Friday for the next four years. I only made it four blocks from home when I started feeling cold and wet. With no other options, I continued walking to school.

I was only a few blocks from school, standing on a street corner, waiting to cross, that I saw her. She was sitting in the passenger seat of a Volkswagen Wagon, the first car in the line of cars waiting at the red light. She was about my age, 14 or 15, with beautiful long blonde hair and striking gray eyes. I was apparently looking at her for too long when I found myself looking into her eyes as she turned her head to look out the window. I quickly averted my eyes to make it look like I hadn't been staring at her. I crossed the street and began thinking to myself about how beautiful the girl had been and that I would probably never see her again. The one thing that stuck out to me was the look of sadness and pain in her eyes. (Before you ask, I was able to pick that up in the instant that she looked towards me.

I kept thinking about that girl and her problems and quickly lost track of the time and the next time I looked up, I was standing outside of Goode High School. I walked in the front doors and heard a bell ring, this grabbed the attention of the students as they quickly finished their conversations and began hurrying towards their first class.

I pulled out my damp schedule from my pants pocket and saw that English was my first class. Great I thought, my dyslexia will really enjoy having English first thing in the morning. I slowly started trekking through the halls towards my first class.

I paused momentarily outside the door, collected myself and remembered that this was the start of a new chapter of my life and that I should try and do my best to at least make one or two friends during High School.

After that thought, I opened the door and walked inside. I was greeted by slightly confused looks from my peers and light snickering from others. I tried to shrug this off as I looked for a seat. Unfortunately, it appeared that I was the last one to get to class and there was only one seat left. It was in the very back row of the room next to two girls, one blonde and one with black hair, who were in the middle of a conversation. I slowly trudged towards the seat, that was when the blonde girl looked up in my direction.

I was shocked. There sitting in front of me was the girl I had seen earlier. I asked her if the seat next to her was taken. Fortunately for me, she said it wasn't.