Apollo's Will Percy Jackson X reader

I accidentally destroyed the school library with a musical instrument.

Y/n POV

I've always wondered about Ancient Greece. The gods, the temples, the heroic stories written permanently into stone. Each aspect of it makes me think, 'what if the god's are real?'. But I knew they weren't. At least, that's what I thought.

Tuesday morning, 7:23Am.
My alarm clock rang for about ten minutes before It had finally annoyed me enough to turn it off. I hate its screaming. After I shut it off, a sat up in my bed, pushed the grey blankets off of my body and kicked my feet over the side of the bed. It's oak wood creaked as I moved, my feet hitting the floor with a gentle thump. I groggily rubbed my eyes and that's when my mom walked into my room. She knocked on the door frame, since my door was open, and leaned onto the frame by her side. She looked at with a warm smile and said "good. You're up. Get ready for school."

I groaned in annoyance. I hate school. I always have. "Do I have to? Can't I take a day off?" I asked with a grumble in my voice.

"No, you can't. Nice try though." my mom said as she left my room.

I sighed and stood up, my bare feet felt cold against the wooden floorboards of my bedroom. I stumbled into the bathroom, looked at myself in the mirror- for a few seconds at least- and then turned the tap on. I splashed some cold water into my face to help wake myself up a little. I had another stupid nightmare last night. I couldn't remember it well, but I remember it was horrid. You know one of those nightmares where you want to run, but your legs don't work. And you wanna scream, but you can't make a noise? Yeah. It was one of those dreams.

Lucky me.

About half an hour later, I had styled my hair how I always did and changes into my usual jeans, blue Adidas top and jean jacket. I slipped on my yellow converse shoes too, they were my favourite pair. I know it's a little cliche, but come on. They're comfortable and they look cool on almost anyone.

I made my way down the stairs and met my mother in the kitchen where she had Made pancakes as well as my lunch for the day. My mom was a really nice lady with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She always had a kind smile but she could cut things with her eyes when she was angry. Her name was Molly L/N. She always did her best to take care of me.

"Are you driving me to school?" I asked her as I sat down on the kitchen island. As I did so, she motioned me to get down, so I did. And I went and sat in one of the stools instead.

"No, I can't. I have the morning shift and I can't be late. You'll have to walk, I'm sorry" she says as she put two pancakes on my plate and then I coated them in syrup. I love syrup.

"It's okay" I told her as I munched on my breakfast.

My mom started to get ready for work and that's when I saw the time. School starts at 8:30 and it was currently 8:15. I needed to get going now, or I would be late.

"Okay, I'm off" I told her as I swung my backpack over my shoulders. My mom kisses my cheek and said "don't be late, have a good day. I love you, honey"

I smiles and said "I love you too, mom" and then I walked out of the house. I put my headphones over my head and played my mixtape. I prefer tapes over playlists on my phone. Sure i couldn't add songs whenever I wanted, but at least I didn't need signal to listen. I stuffed my hands into the pockets off my jacket and I walked my way to school.

I guess by now I should give some background information. My name is y/n l/n, I'm fourteen years old. So far, I have been diagnosed with ADHD as well as dyslexia, If you couldn't already tell by the horrible spelling and the constant jumping from one subject to another. I know what you're thinking. 'She must be an absolute weirdo'. And you're right. Well, you would be right. A while ago. But not now. Not as I'm telling you my story. Anyways, my mom had me when she was 23 years old. And my dad? Yeah, no clue where he is or who he is. Mom won't tell me, but she assured me that he didn't leave because of me. Do I believe her? No.