The Prince of Tides (Re-writing)

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"Well, Ms Bobofit" Mr Brunner hummed spinning on his wheelchair, Brunner's gaze was expectant, which made Percy gulp "Mr Jackson shall answer that question of yours," Percy went pale a that, the huge walls of the museum seemed to be smirking at his shivering knees. He turned to look at his best friend for reassurance but it was for naught.

"You are dead dude" His best friend Grover whispered in his ear, Yep, he was indeed dead. He turned his head to look at the painting

 He stared at it for a few minutes , it showed an old man, eating three children, he tried to recall, ah yes, " Th-Th-at's Po-Po-Po-Po", Percy whacked his head, the god's name was something that started with P ah Posseydon , yes, Greek names were tricky mind you,

"Po-Posseydon eating his kids, right?" He blurted out, there was a pregnant silence which intensified his nervousness, and then they began, the laughter and jeers echoed through the museum.

 "Ayy, You are useless, huh, Jackson?," Nancy sneered , the laughter itensified as Percy bit his lip to prevent the tears.

"Alright, everyone" Brunner shouted "Leave Mr Jackson alone" He gave Percy a apologetic look " Let's continue the field trip" Percy lagged behind his peers who had already started following Brunner. Percy was vaguely aware of Grover's comforting hand on his back. He wanted to be like other kids were as that too much to ask?

*

"Who was your favourite teacher this year?" Grover asked him Percy turned around to face him. This might be his last time seeing Grover since His mother decided to put him in a private school for the seventh grade. He never really got along with teachers so he just said stuttered

"No-None"

Grover looked surprised for a moment but just gave him a small smile "I kinda like Brunner, I even overheard him saying you were his favourite student". Now, it was Percy's turn to get surprised, Brunner liked him? He couldn't speak so he just settled for a "T-That's nice of hi-him" if Percy was honest he might have liked Brunner if he wasn't so expectant of him. 

"Anyway, if you want to visit me here's my summer address"

*

Grover was not as open as he thought , But Percy supposed even the most open people had some secrets, He walked quietly down the footpath, towards a high rise that stood in the centre of the city, just a few blocks away from The Empire State building, he clutched a visiting card in his hands which was Grover's summer address, apparently he was one of those rich kids...

Percy safely tucked it into his hoodie, he was wearing a black hoodie along with tight jeans, his white reeboks were covered in a thin layer of mud... His Crimson coloured backpack hung loosely on his back. Percy came abruptly to a stop, He gazed at the high rise and gulped...

He trod towards the high rise, as soon as he entered it he was greeted by a receptionist and guards with bored expressions, The receptionist wore a tag which aid 'Gary', he sat on a wooden chair, his eyes were scanning the documents in his hand, on the receptionist's desk laid some paperweights and today's newspaper was under the said paperweights, Behind the receptionist, a huge board was hammered into the wall, a list of the residents of the high rise etched onto the board,

The walls of the high rise were bright red complimented with gold accents a elevator lied a few inches away from the receptionist just Percy like remembered, "M-M-ister H-Hendrickson" he stuttered, The receptionist Gary Hendrickson stopped scanning the documents looking towards Percy's general direction and going right back to the documents.