Poseidon's Daughter- The One who Cries

Chapter Two

I should have mentioned in the first chapter that I do not own Percy Jackson and The Olympians or The Heroes of Olympus. All copyright belongs to Rick Riordan. I am merely using the characters to create this story. This starts after the Giant War.
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Adonia's P.O.V

Can we say hectic field trip? Though this one has been better than others, I must say. Yes, it did have it's moments, where it was stranger than most field trips ( that is not counting when my teacher accused me of something), but relatively well.

My thoughts on the matter when we got back though were interesting enough. I was thinking on what I did to deserve this fate. Oh right. I was born, and I must've been cursed by someone. Look at the parents I have. But, to get back on track of my original train of thought, I thought about the day it's self. For some reason, my mind wandered off to the boy who saved me - Jason Grace. He asked me to show him around this place. Out of every person on this campus, he choose me. The klutzy, shy, annoying ( so I'm told), kid.

I mean. He is practically a Greek God! Handsome, protective (from what I saw anyways), and I think I could continue the list if I knew him well enough. Heck, I would probably trust him with my secrects of what my thoughts, feelings and home life are if I knew him well enough. If only I did have someone like him in my life at home, then maybe I would be happier than my state right now.

Though, there is always the thought that if he knew the real me, he would agree with my parents on the matter. As terrifying as it sounds, it's not the first time it happened to me. Actually, that happened twice. Not that I want to remember. But, it is always in the back of my mind.

Saturday came way too quickly. My over active mind made me more excited than what I feel. Like really nervous, but excited at the same. Also, there is fear in the back of my mind. Like, if something bad were to happen, I would cry in fear. Taking a shaky breath, I made my feet move. Admitting to myself, this place was more more beautiful than the last, the architecture was amazing. But, it didn't mean the teachers were the nicest either. They treated children with dylexcia, far worse than children without it. It was awful! The only reason why I actually treat the teachers with respect is because I have too. If I did not have to be, then I would be sarcastic with them.

People tend to underestimate me. There are times when I feel that people only talk to me to know what the class is doing. And, sometimes I don't even know myself. Those days are the worst. Or, they will tease me about not paying attention myself. Then tell me they will not tease me again. Only to continue on. One time I told them they were cowards and they only teased me for actually paying attention in our classes. Well, majority of the time I pay attention. Do they really want me to lose myself in depression that they have to tease me for it? Sometimes, it is like my family told the principal what my home life is like. And they just love being able to tease me about it. It's like.... It's like being drowned in your own life. With everything on your own shoulders.

"Hey Adonia! Are you alright?" Someone asked. I was too shocked to know who the voice belonged to. It was not everyday that someone said my name correctly. They always teased me for having such a different name, it was awful.

Finally, I realized who the voice belonged to. Jason.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I told him, attempting to believe it myself. I think he knows I am lying, but I cannot be sure.

"So, where are you taking me to see?" He asked me.

"Our classes. We have the same classes, so it will not be so hard to find them. Sorry, I asked the principal if we had the same classes, he told me we do." I scolded myself for sounding like some stalker. It was so normal for me to know his timetable. Though, it was the truth, I did not want him to think bad about me.

We walked for about an hour, I explained what classes are the best (which is not many) and what are the worst. He just listened to me talk. Throwing in his own comments here and there. It was... Nice it say the least. At least he was not insulting me. That was a bonus. Honestly, I was thankful for him not insulting me.

We past some of the girls who were a lot prettier than me. That was not fun in any way, shape or form. Jason did not look happy about the insults that were thrown so casually at me. At one comment he actually looked flabbergasted. Which surprised me. And, I was really wondering what he was thinking. Did he secretly agree with the comments? Or was he actually shocked. To be honest, I was wondering how he was handling the few insults thrown at him. All of these insults are thrown at him because of him being around me. I wished he would not have asked me. It would make his life a lot easier if he didn't attempt friendship with me. I would not be able to hurt him.

Four days passed since I showed Jason around. And, within those four days I have been getting beat up and pushed around. Jason and I have talked few times, within the days at school. But, that is all. Sometimes, it is a blessing to have someone to talk to. Even if it isn't about my family. He doesn't ask about my family, except that one time, but I said I was adopted and he left it be. Surprisingly enough, he never brought the subject up. Ever.
Jason and I have studied a few times also. Those conversations are always about the subject. But, nonetheless they are interesting.
Like the time we were studying Roman and Greek mythology. He used a rolled up piece of paper and he taped it. Apparently, it was a sword.
I died from laughing, because it was so funny.
In the back of my mind, I wondered if he actually knew how to use a sword.
Which would be really awesome if he could.

Crap! Class is starting!