We All Have Our Secrets

Intro

Hi. My name is Percy Jackson and I have way to many secrets. Ya, ya. I know that 'Everyone has secrets.' I get that. I know that. But mine are kind of crazy. The only people who know my secrets are my family, my therapist, and my old best friend, whom I haven't seen in eight years. 

What are my secrets? Well, you'll just have to figure out. But I will tell you one of my biggest secrets. 

I was abused. 

It happened years ago, with my old step-dad. He's dead now. His name was Gabe Ugliano, but I called him Smelly Gabe. He had three hairs on his head and always smelled like beer and moldy pizza wrapped in sweaty gym shorts. Yeah, I don't suggest imagining it. 

I have PTSD because of him, which is not a good combination with ADHD and dyslexia. I still have nightmares about him, not as frequently, but still. I've been free of him for five years now. In that time, my mom has found a new husband, moved in a way better neighborhood, and expanded our family. 

My new step-dad is Paul Blofis, and English teacher at Goode High School. I'll be going there this year. My little sisters name is Chloe Blofis and she has light brown hair with dark blue eyes. She just turned two. 

While I love my family, I would have loved to known my dad. My mom said he was important and had to leave. She also said that he knew about me, and came to see me once. I was about four months old, and he only stayed for about twenty minutes. Some dad, am I right? My mom doesn't resent him, but I sure as hell do. He left me and mom with Smelly Gabe, left mom to raise me. If I ever see him, I'm going to scream at him, and then hug him. That is, if I ever see him. 

Remember how I said that my dad was important? Yes? Well, he is apparently so important that I can't even know his name. 

I have no idea who my father is. My mom does, but she won't tell me no matter how much I beg. 

Anyway, less talk about my dad and more talk about me. A few things about me are
1) I love to swim. Like, I swim whenever I can. It helps me think and clear my head. 
2) My appearance I supposedly "handsome" or "hot", or whatever. I've been asked out by girls a lot, and when ask them why, they say those and a few other adjectives.
3) I look nothing like my mom. Apparently I look EXACTLY like my dad. Black windswept messy hair, same sea green eyes, same tan. Even the same smile. I guess it helps me feel connected to my dad, considering the only other thing I have from him is a necklace that is a trident.  Right, no more about my dad.
5) I am a loner. I don't know why. I don't like making friends, considering I don't deserve them.  Not after what happened last time.