Webweave

The Start of Something New

*Not edited*

Disclaimer: I don't own PJo or HoO or Webweave or 'Noah and Saskia'

Six years ago

*Percy's Pov*

"Hey, Loser kid, Get lost. Normal People only here" A random Jock yelled at me.

Yeah, we have jocks and sluts and we're only ten.

I looked at the ground.

No longer did tears come to my eyes when people said mean things to me.

I was used to it.

I was the bullied kid.

The poor kid.

The kid that had no friends, no food and no fight.

The three F's.

I walked away.

I couldn't take this much longer.

My fists clenched.

It was stupid.

I was just like any of them, only poorer and living in an old, rundown apartment.

I walked out of the school.

I was done with all this.

Present Time

I walked into school, my laptop held at my chest with my book bag, placed loosely over my shoulders.

I looked nervously over everything.

I had trained my eyes to see everything, every little piece of paper, the colour of everything. It did help that I had a photographic memory, meaning I could remember everything since the day I was born.

I sighed.

This was all an act.

And apparently, I'm an amazing actor, as no one has seen past it yet.

I wasn't just a computer nerd.

You had to see past that and think.

I mean, yeah, I'm a computer nerd, but what is it on the computer that I can actually do?

The answer?

Everything.

I'm a hacker.

The day I left Yancy Academy, six years ago, I made a few friends.

Internet Friends.

They taught me the basics of hacking.

The rest, I found myself.

I had finally found something I was good at.

It's not just the minor things I can hack into either.

When I was bored, during ninth grade, in the middle of a boring Math Class, I hacked into the US's Top Military Bank account, guarded by some of the best codes and passwords there is.

It was actually really fun.

And it was during Math, so I could've used that as an excuse, if anyone had bothered to look at my laptop screen.

But of course, they wouldn't.

The only thing different about my school, to a regular school?

Nerds sat at the back, 'normal' people in the middle and Populars and Wanna-be's in the front.

And that seating plan, wasn't made by the teacher.

It just, happened.

Maybe it was because they could escape easier after the bell?