Mortals meet Percabeth

Nymphy Tones

GoReadMyBio gave me this OC so thanks! On with the story!

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Nymphy's POV: 

Hello. My name is Nymphy. I have black straight hair and dark eyes. I am paralyzed from the waist down and confided to my wheelchair. I am bullied a lot due to it and am constantly depressed. 

My only friend is Clarisse La Rue. She is always super nice to me. She's big and buff, quite the opposite of me. I really like her. And not just as a friend, I have a crush on her. Yeah well, I'm lesbian. Anyway, Clarisse is always kind to me and stands up for me. She's a great person. 

I'm not exactly pretty, because I am bony and weak from never able to get up from my wheelchair. I am constantly near tears, and smile very less. 

I live with my parents, who are great. They do their best to take care of me and love me deeply. They never once get upset with me or tired of me. I'm thankful for my parents and Clarisse. Yet, it doesn't stop the bullying. An example of that would be today -

Clarisse was wheeling me to my classroom. Sometimes, I would use the remote to go to the classroom. But my wheelchair was out of charging and someone had to wheel it manually today. Clarisse smiled gently at me. 

"You okay, Nymph?" Clarisse asked me.

I nodded my head in response. 

"Nymph? My boyfriend is picking me up after the first break. We'll ask for a volunteer...." Clarisse trailed off, looking at me. 

I felt a pang in my heart. I knew Clarisse had a boyfriend, I had even met him. Yet I felt sad every time Clarisse mentioned Chris. 

I replied back, "That's okay. I'll be fine with a volunteer." 

"Okay Nymph. Come on, we have Mrs. Rose first." Clarisse gave me a small smile. 

I nodded in response. I mostly did just that. 

Clarisse wheeled me to our classroom and took my chair to the last seat. She took notes in her notebook throughout the lesson. At the end, she raised her hand. 

"Mrs. Rose? I'll be leaving after the first break, can you please request a volunteer for Nymphy?" Clarisse said. 

"Vivian, why don't you help Nymphy for today?" Mrs. Rose asked the backbencher boy who was throwing spitballs. 

"What, me?" Vivian asked, looking around the classroom dumbly.

"Yes Mr. Johnson. Please take a seat in the first row next to Nymphy." Mrs. Rose stared at Vivian. 

"Thanks for the offer, miss. But I've got better things to do than wheel a handicapped girl around the school." Vivian smirked at me. His friends laughed along with him. 

I could feel the tears well in my eyes. To these bullies I was no-one but a victim. They didn't know the reason. My legs had been donated to an international racer who maimed me in an accident. I always had physical pain, but because of these bullies the emotional pain was worse.  I opened my mouth to say something but I didn't have to. Clarisse was furious and fury burned in her eyes. She stomped up to Vivian and punched him in the nose. 

"Don't you ever dare say something like that again!" She punched him in the gut and Vivian doubled over in pain. 

"MS. LA RUE! PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE, NOW!" Mrs. Rose's face was crimson from anger.