Rick Riordan owns all the percy jackson and heros of olympus charactors sadly not me ; ) Currently editing
Hazels POV:
My name is Hazel jackson ,or levensque which ever. I've been living with the Jacksons since I was a toddler but they've been taking care of me since I was 2. My mom, Sally Jackson, does everything and anything for me and Percy. She's moved all over the country with Ms Grace to make sure she had enough money to raise us both. My real mom left me at the doorstep of Sally's best friends orphanage, and that's the only good decision she probably ever made. Currently I have a mom and brother who love me very much, and we might finally be settling down after 10 moves. My life is finally situating itself.
I was laying in my bed wrapped in my comforter looking at old scrapbooks from when me and Percy were little and still enjoyed traveling all over the country. Soon after most of these were taken we realized how much it sucked never having permanent friends. When I got closer to the back of the book there were a few loose photos that were obviously taken out on purpose. As I was looking at them I noticed they were pictures of Percy and my mom at the hospital at his birth, prebirth photos of her, 1st birthday and other baby birthday parties, Percys first hair cut and other firsts.
Soon after I relized I was crying hard on my pillow, hot tears streaming down my face. Ms. Jackson may be like my mom and we are incredibly close but we will never have the same relationship as her and Percy. We don't have any pictures together before I was 3. She didn't give birth to me, she wasn't there for my first birthday, when I said my first word, when I started crawling, or even when I started teething. She is such a good mom and mine left me by the side of the road as a toddler.
I looked at the last picture and it was the picture that she took when she legally adopted a 4 year old me: I was wearing a black velvet dress with black shiney shoes, and a huge red bow sat behind my right ear. My hair was a curly mess as usual at that age, it's still usually how my hair ends up, and it was all stuck up around the bow. My mom, sally of course, was holding me on her hip smiling brighter and wider than I've ever seen. Wrapped around her leg like a little koala was my brother. He had on a white untucked shirt and black dress pants that were pushed up to his knees so you could see his bear socks and shoeless feet. His black hair was an absolute mess and he was smiling so widely that his whole face scrunched up. It was probably my favorite picture and it was framed in at least four places in New York.
Seeing this picture seemed to calm
it was the same one as always the day my mom left me
It was raining hard on a dark night with lightning and thunder booming and crackling. there was a silloete of a women with dark brown frizzy hair and she was singing softly to the baby sleeping in her arms.
"wahhhwahh" a little baby cried as she woke up
"shhh hazel its ok mommy willl be right back" a women said with tears in her eyes
"wahhhwahhhhh" the baby cried obviously not wanting her mother to leave her
the women laid the baby on the steps of an old building with cracked paint and loose bricks
i tried to walk forward to touch the women and to stop her but my feet wouldnt move
"Goodbye Hazel" the women kissed the top of the babys head one last time before she ran off not looking back at the baby she had just left there alone
i sat there looking at baby me for a few minutes until someone opened the door
"Oh my lord!!!!! SALLY COME HERE" a woman with black hair and grey eyes yelled into the building
"Coming Elizabeth"
a women with brown hair that was up in a pony tail and sea green eyes ran outside into the pouring rain
"What i-" she stopped when she looked down and saw me lying there. she picked me up and put an umbrella over my head
"sally will you take her up to the nursery?"
"Sure" the sally walked away with me in her arms
the other woman was looking on the ground and found a note that she read aloud.
Dear Sally and Elizabeth,
This is my little girl hazel. she is 2 years old. I couldnt take care of her anymore so i need you to do it for me please you are my last hope. in her blanket you will find her passie and her ragdoll. I hope you can take care of her well.
sincerly,
i sat up from the floor felling a bit pale and over heated so i climbed into bed a few minutes later Ms.Jackson came in to wake me up.
"Hey Haze you up" she asked stroking my head
"Yeah im up"
"Sweetie your burning up and you look so pale" she said as she ran out the door and came back with a thermometor in her hand
"Ok now just put this in your mouth" i did as i was told a few seconds later something beeped
"Do i have a temperrature" i asked her
" Yes you do its 102"
"Really" i asked
"Uh huh now you will not move the rest of the day"
A little bit later percy came in we talked for a bit then he started texting jason. Percy and i talked a bit more when jason ran into the room screaming.
The rest you already know so no need to repeat
*DING DONG*
"Whos at the door" percy asked jason and me, we both shrugged
"I'll go check" i said jumping up and sprinting down the stairs before the guys could protest
" HAZEL JACKSON GET YOUR BUT BACK IN THIS ROOM" jason yelled as he bounded down the stairs after me with percy close on his tail
"MU HAHA" i screamed evilly as i opened the door
"What can i-" i said before i looked up to see who was at the door my jaw dropped and i was stunned how did he find us? does he live here? who are his friends?
Who do you think it is i bet you all know the answer to that question!!!! TILL WE MEET AGAIN FELLOW DEMIGODS
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Percy Jackson in highschool
FanfictionI'm going back and editing what I've written so far so there might some parts that are a little bit odd What i decided on doing is that all my edited parts are going to have ** on either end of the title. Enjoy my Percy Jackson AU story!
