𝑂𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝐷𝑒𝑒𝑝 •|𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻|•

•|Three Hags Cutting Thread Pt.2|•

The time was near . Percy was beginning to see through the veil of obscurity. He was slowly unraveling the truth of the museum. I mean, with Grover's sus behaviour and my inevitable habit of worrying about what the future held for Camp Half-blood, Olympus, the world and around us.

But my worries were the least important thing right now. The war between Zues and Poseidon is. The signs have been everywhere, most evidently in the weather. The weekly letter's that I would get from Nanny Mcwisey and Selena haven't arrived yet. It seems Hermes has a lot on his chariot-get it?

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The freak weather continued , which didn't help my mood, it also added on a few layers to Y/n's state of paranoia. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows of my dorm. A few days later the biggest tornado ever touched down in the Hudson Valley only fifty miles from Yancy Academy. Lightening struck Y/n's window and scared the retort right out of her roommates mouth. My best friends mood turned sour after that, though everytime I asked why she was so upset, she'd have this worried expression on her face.''I'll be alright, Percy. Just focus on what your feeling.'' I didn't know what she meant by that, but I had a bad feeling that it had something to do with the museum.

I started feeling cranky and irritable most of the time. My grades slipped from D's to F's. Y/n took the fall for me when I got into a fight with Nancy Bobofit and her friends. I've been feeling guilty ever since then. I was sent into the hallway in almost everyclass, and Y/n would throw tantrums just to get to be put out as well.''We freaks stick together.''

Finally, when our English teacher, Mr. Nicol, asked me for the millionth time why I was too lazy to study for spelling test. I snapped. And so did Y/n. I called him an old sot, but Y/n's retort was both insulting and smart.'' As an educated man. I think we should expect you to know what the word 'dyslexia' means and what it entails for people who have the condition.''

Yeah, she wasn't joking.

The headmaster sent my mother a letter the following week, making it official: My bestfriend and I would not be invited back next year to Yancy Academy.

Fine , I told myself. I was just homesick.

When I asked n/n if not going back to Yancy bothered her she said,'' Life goes on , and besides, if Percy Jackson goes down...''

''Expect that Y/n Riveren will be right behind him.''I finished. Relieved that she was not mad at me.

I wanted to be with Y/n and my mom in our little apartment on the Upper East Side, even if I would have to go to public school and put up with my obnoxious stepfather and his stupid poker parties.

And yet....there were things I would miss at Yancy. The view of the woods out of my dorm window, The Hudson River in the distance, the smell of pine trees. I'd miss Grover , who'd been a good friend , even if he was a little strange. I know Y/n will miss her friendship with him. She once told me that he was one of her favorite people, and the more you get to know n/n you realize that she doesn't have a lot of them.

I'd miss studying with Y/n under the tree in the field behind the school, the way she would pick up hand full of fullen leaves to throw at me whenever I got an answer wrong. I'd miss Latin class, too. Mr. Brunner's crazy tournament days and his faith that I could do well.

As exam week got closer, Latin was the only test that I studied for. I hadn't forgotten what Mr.Brunner said about this subject being life-and-death for me. I wasn't sure why, but I'd started to believe him.

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I waited for the sound of Jessica's soft snores, and slipped out of my room and to the left, the boys dormitory. Jessica didn't have anymore didn't have anymore tests to take and neither did I, perks of being smart. Because I'd spent most of my time around children of Wisdom, I was strating to think like them. Nanny McWisey would be proud I was being productive with my spare time, even if it was to help a boy.