•||ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴍᴇ||• ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟʏᴍᴘɪᴀɴꜱ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ [ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1]

-01- the trip to the museum

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Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: turn off or close whatever you're reading this on right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad ever told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.

Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Keep reading. I really envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.

But if you recognize yourself in these pages- if you feel something stirring inside- stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

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My name is [F/n] [L/n].

I'm thirteen years old. And for my whole life, I've was stuck living in my adoptive parent's home, till I "left" for Camp Half-Blood.

Am I a troubled kid?

Depends on what you define "troubled' with...

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Three months ago, I started attending Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.

Did I want to?

No.

Did I have a choice?

Not even.

Chiron said it would help me grows on who I was and learn about my history but I think he just wanted to send my jackass away so he didn't have to deal with me-

He's been grilling me on the lack of attention I have for the past months. Saying it's the worst he's ever come across. And that definitely saying something judging the fact that he has a camp for demigods with ADHD.

But, let's start in the present-

We were on a field trip headed to Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at Ancient Greek and Roman and all that stuff.

Grover and I were now in charge of "protecting" the guy- which really wasn't what I was looking towards doing this year but I guess it works

Plus the guy isn't THAT bad-

His name is Percy Jackson, a twelve-year old boy who has been kicked out of too many schools- (Don't ask how i know)

Well all the way into the city, we had to put up with Nancy Bobofit. She was this girl with red hair which made her look like a tomato.

She kept hitting Grover in the back of the head with chucks of peanut butter and ketchup sandwich. People see him as an easy target, scrawny, cried when frustrated, and a "muscular disease" in his legs.

But that didn't stop her from caring. She kept throwing wads of sandwich that stuck into his hair.

Percy looked like he was gonna punch her to Jupiter or worse Pluto-

"I'm going to kill her" he mumbled

Grover tried to calm him down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter."

"As much as I agree with you dude- I don't think you should" I said placing a hand on his shoulder for mortal support. I wasn't always good with comforting people but you know what they say.
The thing you never got is the thing you really need-