𝐃𝐄𝐉𝐀 𝐕𝐔 • Percy Jackson.

I - 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 • edited.

❝ Yancy academy-
the school for rich dumbfucks. ❞

             THE FIRST TIME Amani was brought news by his mother that he would be leaving his school, his newly made friends, and his home he was more than just sad. He was devastated. The world he carefully built in his heart, hidden by his ribs, was broken into and taken apart. The castle he built strong and high adorned with jewels and subjects all around, enemies and foes, allies and knights surrounded him. He was a ruler--a boy with friends was destroyed. He was paralyzed when he heard those words, at the dinner table eating leftover rice from last night's dinner. The flavors ran dry on his tongue, no longer dancing like they used to, and instead it felt as if his tongue burned. He was ready to show off his jewels,  but instead he was given a blazing fire, ready to melt and burn all of it away and destroy his kingdom, when his mother told him the news.

He remembers he had cried and sobbed and begged his mother to let them stay in their small run-down home. The second and third time he was no different, but the outcome never changed and he found himself moving this time from his home, a small apartment in Arizona, to a suburban home in Florida. Moving and changing homes was never not common. It gradually slurred until it became an apparent norm.

If he was lucky, he'd stay somewhere for a couple of years. If he wasn't, he'd be greeted with a moving company grabbing boxes after he came home from school a solid year after they just settled in. It became so common it was an expectation that he'd leave the minute they set foot on new land.

He thought, when he was around nine or ten, that the number of times would never reach past the fourth finger on his left. (He chose that one because it was the most special as it held a scar from playing too hard at recess with old friends.) Though he was wrong, completely wrong, and the number of times he's done it has reached his right ring finger.

The most recent time was when he was notified by his mother's secretary that the company she foresaw would be moving its headquarters from California to New York City. This was determined through an agreement of its directors and chief executives of each department. He gazed out the glass windows of the private Jet and stared far into the distance, never once thinking back of the now sold house in Los Angeles.

With every time he moved, he could only accept it. He'd no longer cry with tears over his fallen world, because there was no longer one. He'd shield the annoyance and burns under his skin, a haze above all to hide it. He'd no longer disturb the class with distractions while his eyes dance with mischief. 

When Amani was informed that his new school would be a private boarding school, Yancy Academy. A place he would be shipped off to, he had clenched his hands so hard he was sure he was going to pop at least one of his fingers off. (He hoped it was the fourth finger. It was the ugliest one after all) Amani replied with an okay, his face was indifferent--calm even. His steps collected, but as soon as the Butler turned the corner the walls shook from the slamming bedroom door.

A little boy, age twelve, sat in his bedroom with white bare walls. A window with white curtains showed the setting sun. It left blue casts of shadow swaying in various sizes from furniture and a crumpled bed slumped in the corner of the room. Fast paced keyboard clicks resounded as Amani glanced at the information of Yancy Academy. Boarding school accommodated for troubled kids. Amani Shah never wanted more than to be considered normal. He closed the laptop with a hard thud before pushing it off to the side.

Lying down with his back against the mattress, staring at the ceiling, he thinks back the first time he moved. He closes his eyes remembering the suffocating feeling of dread laced with fear when his mother told him he would be moving after she got a call from the teacher. The call was about the countless times his wooden clothespin that held 'Amani Shah' in bold sharpie would move from the green paper to the yellow, to the orange, and then eventually the red.

...The teacher didn't write his name right either or perhaps it was his eyes that couldn't get to see his name right. He only knows that was part of the reason his clothespin would move down while the rest were his behavior: the way he was always distracted or causing them, the way he couldn't remember certain things, the way he could never seem to shut his mouth, and the way he could never seem to read right.

His mother that day when he came home was terrifying and he remembers he sobbed and cried when she yelled at him before a few hours later she cut up a bowl of fruit and handed it to him. She left soon after and he could only eat it with swollen eyes and wet cheeks as a silent acceptance to the apology woven through stubborn pride.

The following day after, when he would move, he begged to not leave. He argued he could move schools instead, not a whole state, "and get kicked out of that one too?" He had gotten back and found he could not defend.

Some time during his moves, he started getting Deja Vu everywhere. He doesn't remember when it started happening, but it was around the range of eight to ten. He told his mother once, "Amma I keep feeling this weird stuff, like I've seen it before, but I never remembered it?" She took a glance away from her laptop, the face she made was a little blurry in his mind, but he liked to think it were concern. Her mother soothed him, "deja Vu happens all the time, you'll be fine. Nothing to worry about. " Amani didn't think so as he watched the world revolve around the earth each year with no sign of getting any better.

On the first day of Yancy Academy after Amani had been shipped off, he was not excited. This was the first time he had been in a boarding school and a private one too, meaning uniforms were a given. The feeling of dread in the gut of his stomach and familiarity a few weeks prior when he glanced at his luggage carried by men hired by her mother was not something he enjoyed. He hated those feelings.

So on the first day of Yancy, Amani Shah probably set a record in the school for holding the spot of detention on the first day (or he would be tied for it.) He probably shouldn't have slept through his first class and then show 'attitude' to the teacher. He still did of course and once Amani entered the class for detention, it was a teacher who didn't seem happy to be the one monitoring. "Oh so you're one of the ones who made me waste my lunch period." Not long after he took his seat a boy with black hair, striking green eyes, and sunkissed-tan skin walked in. Immediately when the two made eye contact, Amani felt an odd sense of familiarity or at least had seen this boy somewhere and he knew the feeling all too well.

The two ended up having to clean all the gum from last year off from under the desks. He thinks they should be happy he was doing it as if it weren't for them, the chewed up gum probably would have been stuck there for much longer. Within that time frame Percy had tried to strike up a conversation, but gotten no reply other than a "quit talking, more scraping!" From the teacher. That promptly shut Percy up for a solid 3 minutes (if he was lucky) before he would whisper to him again.

While Amani found Percy annoying, the reasons he would end up in detention and how he acted did amuse him. (Of course he would never tell that to him)

After the existence of Perseus 'percy' Jackson, Amani found himself immersed in the feeling of Deja Vu even more. The boy seemed to be haunting him like a ghost, he saw him everyday and everywhere, and any time he would get detentions or a punishment by a teacher Percy fucking Jackson would be present. He even had two classes and the same lunch period as him!

He couldn't change his ways of 'troublemaking', so he slept more and got more detentions, punishments like cleaning up the cafeteria for a month, and other random consequences. Percy was all present, but he usually would ignore him and any advances Percy made to strike a conversation. The only time the two ever talked was those few times the two would try to solve their math homework because Amani, despite being horrible at all his classes, was well-versed in math (not including word problems). Granted his highest grade in the class was probably a High C or a C+, it was much better compared to his other classes suffering low C's to D's.

Eventually he and Percy barely looked at each other in the halls or classes unless they were on probation or partaking in another punishment. Percy had Grover (some scrawny looking kid that looked way too mature to be a 6th grader) while Amani had a desk to sleep on.

The most recent time the two met without a form of consequence bringing the two together would be a school field trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Arts. Amani wasn't even supposed to go there and he was glad of it too, but thanks to Mr. Brunner (the Latin teacher), had somehow managed to convince the headmaster that he could attend despite the number of detentions and punishments he's gone through. Using some stupid excuse of "assisting the field trip" Amani found himself on a school bus to a Museum in New York.