Percy Jackson Oneshots

Religious Studies

I was the type of kid to be scolded for something as simple as forgetting to brush my teeth- yes it's happened that often. It takes determination to get out of old habits.

For instance, I only started to become more socially aware that most people didn't like talking much, until I sat in silence with Nico.

I only stopped stress biting my fingernails when Annabeth pointed out how that's not the best thing to do, and I only started getting work done when Annabeth had set my goal fr college in my FACE, yet so far out of reach.

I seemed to have alot of bad habits.

This one, was probably the worst. Falling asleep on my desk- covered in scratch marks and old marker sketch from whatever past student sat here before me.

Science, I take a small nap, and then stay awakd for a bit to revise for the up coming test. Strong game plan.

Math, I sit in my seat praying to whatever god who doesn't wanna kill me, -very small percentage- that this teacher doesn't call on me. I almost cry looking at the math problems. Rocket science Annabeth would call abcs.

History, I usually stay awake for this. Hearing about plain mortal history is way less brutal then greek and easy to get.

I take the longest nap of my life in the study hall.

Religious study is something I always stay awake for. Looking at the type of gods they believe in has my full attention- or as much as my ADHD allows which is the bare minimum.

I respect these gods, real or not just incase one of them have the temper of Zeus and the will of Hera. A mix brewed in Tartarus.

So having OTHER Immortals spite me is a big no and a major safety concern, although demigods don't usually have those. Like all these quests for some good schooling.

Point is, Immortals are to be left alone. It gives you a longer life span! I don't wanna see Hades anytime soon.

The worst part of my year, is report cards. Through my childhood, I was mostly ashamed to ever show my report card. See, I was a very troubled kid and that's all that could be said. Just ADHD and dyslexic the doctors said, well partly.

Every time my moms face would drop a bit, but she kept her signature smile. She didn't deserve a stupid son, at least that what everyone said.

My mom is different. The strongest woman I know. She still smiles at me no matter how many red marks are streaking my pages.

And now, I can proudly show her my Cs and Bs which are much better in contrast to Fs and 'DO BETTER!'s.

I'm just going to ignore the suspicious look on her face as I present the work, grinning. "Great, right?"

She blinks, before she widely smiles. "You even got an A in History!"

I nod, ignoring the voice that tells me 'with Annabeths help, stupid.'

"C in Science, D in Math, And....A in ....Religious studies?" She looks up at me, as if that was bizzare.

"What was it, greek?" She asks.

 "Nope, some other religions. But I would've aced greek too." I announce.

"How....I mean, why did you give that your all? This over math?" I can tell she meant it in a nice way, because most would have that question.

"If I showed an ounce of boardum, I'm sure another deity would've spited me-"

And there went her laughter. Something so sweet I couldn't be mad at. I haven't seen her laugh like....THAT in awhile. The way her eyes squint a bit, and how her teeth show alot. The sound makes me feel all prideful inside, even if she's laughing at me.

The answer wasn't exactly 'wrong'...