Look I didn't want to be a half-blood me or Percy. But you can't change who your parents are no one can. I wasn't always so "cold". But when you see the things I've seen and get told the things I have you'd understand. It's either I have a wild imagination or I'm an attention seeker. Now I know the truth the things I saw were really there. I was adopted at the age of four. To young to really remember much of anything. But I do know that Sally Jackson is the only one I claim a parent. Being a half-blood means fighting for your life at every second being able to trust well- almost no one.
Me and Percy grew up together and I don't know if I can even trust him. Percy always got made fun of whether it was his dyslexia or very short attention span.
He ment this.. Boy, Grover. Him and Grover would always hang out and talk. I was happy he finnaly got a friend but I felt really left out at times. Grover didn't have friends either besides Percy and me. Grover was just like us well except the dyslexia and ADHD.. And he always wore this strange beanie. It wasn't strange it's just he always wore it. Now we were on this school field trip to this museum. About the greek gods and goddesses. "Aww Percy with his friend again" Nancy chuckled with that same snarky laugh of hers "leave him alone Bobofit" I snapped back I was tired of her "whatch out don't want to hurt your feelings like your dad did when he dropped you off at that adoption center"
Nancy snapped back UGH I just wanted to see her down fate Percy tried to defend me but I wouldn't let him it didn't hurt me that much anyway
