Anonymous. // Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

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(every thing said in italics is translated English from Italian, which he is speaking)

That happened exactly 2 months and 3 days ago. My mother decided it was good for the both of us if we moved to America. A place called New York, to be exact. She got a new job as a baker, making pastries 9 - 5, while I go to Artemis Prep high school. If you didn't know already, it's a private school. My mother thought it was a good idea to go to a private school after what happened in Rome. She said I was "depressed" and "needed to tell my feelings to someone."

So she sent me to a shrink.

~Time skip to 2 weeks later brought to you two very mad non-Percabeth shippers~

(Teenagers by My Chemical Romance)

The shrink has proscribed me to these anti-depressants. She saw the scars on my wrists and instantly thought I was "unstable." I used to wear colourful shirts and blue jeans, but now my wardrobe has changed to everything black.

Today was the first day of school, and I guess you could say I was anything but ready. My hair hadn't been cut in 5 months. It was about to my chin, black and tangled. There are dark and noticeable bags under my eyes. I wore the issued black jeans and dark blue long sleeve, but I also put on my Aviator jacket. I also put on a few bracelets of a few bands from back in Italy. I couldn't forget to put on the two most important things: the ring and necklace given to me by Bianca. The ring was a grey skull, and the necklace was black with the letter 'B' written in white on it.

"Nico, are you ready to go?" my mother said loudly from down the hall.

"Oh, yeah." I yelled back.

I grabbed my black backpack from its position on my bedroom floor, and hefted it over my shoulders. I slipped on my black and white converse and headed to the front door while my mother grabbed her keys. It's been hard for my mother and I to get used to America. Driving on the left side of the road, the different accents and money, things like that. My mother has been driving a rental car ever since we got here, and we both get in on the wrong side every time.

"Let's go so you aren't late," she says, hurrying to the rental. She's about to get in on the wrong side when she catches herself, and quickly gets into the right side. I cracked a small smile, and got in the passenger seat.

By the time we got there, I was 5 minutes late.

"Bye Nico, I'll see you later, make some friends!" she smiled.

"Okay mama," I said, placing on my backpack.

"Love you!" she said while I closed the car door.

"Love you, too." I gave her a very small smile, before walking up to the main double doors. I looked back in time to see my mother driving off. It's now or never.

I pushed open one of the doors, immediately hearing the loud buzz of teenage voices talking to one another. I looked so out of place among the happy looking people, most with blond or brunette hair, unlike me with my black hair. I also noticed all of them had strong American accents; but what can you expect at an American school?