A Percy Jackson Fan Fiction Story

Percy Jackson and the Characters from the Original Books written by Uncle Rick are not owned and will never be owned by me as Rick has done amazing job with these stories and I am writing this as a token of appretiation and what I believe Percy would be like if his main school decided to go on a High school camp for 14 days.

Chapter 2 – Why did it have to be testing day!

After that annoying announcement about the camp, it was time for PE. I needed some time to think about this camp, especially since it could mean putting my entire class at risk by venturing into the dangerous lands of the Titans. The Titans aren't just some mythological threat; they're real, and the idea of leading my classmates into their territory was terrifying. Even worse, what if a random Roman soldier recognized me and said hi? That would be a disaster. I've been trying to blend in at school, to live a somewhat normal life, but standing out like that could lead to serious problems—not just for me, but for everyone around me.

As I walked into the gym for PE, I noticed that the ropes were up and a bunch of other exercise equipment was scattered around. I got changed in the boys' locker room, my thoughts still racing. PE is the only class where I can't easily hide my legion tattoo, the mark that identifies me as part of the Roman legion. So far, no one had noticed it—until today.

"Yo, Percy, what's that on your arm?" Michel, a fellow student who always seems to be looking for trouble, asked. His voice was loud enough to catch the attention of everyone nearby.

My heart skipped a beat as I quickly tried to cover the tattoo. "Nothing, probably just some dirt or something," I said, hoping to deflect his curiosity. I stood up and left the locker room before things could escalate. I knew Michel wouldn't let it go easily, but I needed to get out of there.

As the class gathered, Michel, now standing with a few of his friends, raised his hand. "Mr. Treagus, Percy has a tattoo on his forearm!" he called out, loud enough for the entire gym to hear. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the class on me, and my stomach churned with anxiety.

Mr. Treagus, one of the PE teachers, turned to look at me. "Mr. Jackson, come and show me your arms."

Not wanting any trouble, I reluctantly stepped forward and showed the coach my tattoo. The rest of the class strained to get a look, their curiosity piqued by Michel's outburst. The tattoo was unmistakable: the letters SPQR, a trident symbol, and a single line beneath it all—marks that carried a lot of weight in the world I came from.

"Could you tell me what SPQR means and why it is on your arm?" Coach Treagus asked, his tone more curious than accusatory. "Also, what's with the trident and the single line below it all?"

I wished Annabeth was here. She would have known exactly what to say to get me out of this mess, but she wasn't, so I had to think fast. "Sir, SPQR stands for *Senatus Populusque Romanus, which translates to the Senate and the People of Rome," I explained, my voice steady despite the nerves coursing through me. "As for why it's on my arm, I'd prefer not to get into the details."

Coach Treagus studied me for a moment, then nodded. "You do what you want with your life. Get back in line!" he said, dismissing the issue as if it was just another day at school. I did as I was told, but I could still feel the puzzled looks from my classmates. They had no idea what the tattoo really meant or the world it connected me to, and I hoped it would stay that way.

"Alright, class, today we're doing a physical assessment," Coach Treagus announced, moving on as if nothing had happened. "We'll start with a 100-meter sprint, then the high jump, shot put, rope climbing, and finally, swimming in the pool in the next gym over."

We began with the 100-meter sprint. I knew I could easily get the fastest time in the class, but the last thing I wanted was to draw more attention to myself. So I held back, staying in the middle of the pack and running an average time. I did the same for the high jump, the shot put, and the rope climbing, consciously keeping my performance just good enough to avoid suspicion.

But swimming was a different story. I tried to hold back, I really did, but the blood of the sea flowed through my veins. It wasn't just a metaphor; being the son of Poseidon meant that water was where I truly excelled. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but swim faster than anyone else in the class.

"Wow, kid, you can really swim," Coach Treagus praised as I climbed out of the water, trying to act like it was no big deal. "You should try out for the swim team."

"Thanks for the offer, Coach, but I'm only here for this year," I replied, trying to downplay my abilities. "After that, I'm graduating and going to a university of some sort."

Coach Treagus nodded, but I could tell he was still impressed. I just hoped this was the last time I'd have to explain anything unusual about myself in front of the class. The less they knew, the better.

The rest of the day flew by pretty quickly and by the end of the day I was exhausted school was super tough today anyway I guess I have blue chocolate chip cookies ready for me when I get home.

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