A Basic Book With Percabeth One-Shots and All That

Penpals (Part 1)

Percy Jackson was a lonely, broken hearted boy. Every time he'd walk down the halls of his high school, he'd gain stares and whispers would start spreading, the people whispering them not even caring if he heard.

Oh, how he did. He did hear.

He heard every single stupid thing they said about him.

"Stupid boy. He'll never go to college."

"Just a loner. No wonder why he doesn't have any friends."

"Don't bother looking at him. He's just a loser who will never ever amount to anything in his life."

"Dumb."

"Idiot."

"Whore."

When Percy walked into his English class all of the chatter filtering the room immediately ceased. He didn't miss any of those glances each of his so called "classmates."

The English teacher, Paul Blofis stood at the front of the classroom in front of the white boards. He held a large red sock with green trimming. It basically was a cheap overlarge sock he had bought for Christmas. Little yellow bells were attached to it and made a jingle when the sock was shook.

Mr. Blofis shook the sock, holding it to the class. "Hello class! In this sock, there will be a slip of paper you will draw that will have the name of your new pen pal buddy!"

The class erupted in cheers and whoops.

"Oh, I forgot to add," Mr. Blofis said. "You and your pen pal will be conversing in a different language other than English. Your pen pal will be from a different country!"

The class groaned.

"Do I have any volunteers?" Mr. Blofis asked, scanning each of his students.

His eyes spotted Percy. "Ah! Percy, would you like to be the first to receive their pen pal buddy?"

Percy pulled down the hood of his black hoodie tighter on his face, covering half of his eyes, so he could only see the floor beneath it. He didn't really have much of a choice. He walked up to the front of the classroom, what others might call the "Walk of Shame" even though Percy didn't really have anything to be ashamed of.

Except for the fact that he was a total loser and that no one would ever care about except for his mom.

But that obviously didn't matter. (It really did.)

He stood beside his teacher, pulling his right hand out of his pocket. His hand was a ghostly white, pale color from not going outside much. Before putting his hand in the sock, Paul leaned over and whispered into Percy's ear.

"Um, hey, would you mind telling your mom about what I just did?"

Percy nodded, plastering a strained smile on his face.

He pulled out a slip of paper, straining his eyes to work out what the words the letters made. He blinked. The letter swam off thoe page, almost as if it was teasing him, reminding him that he could never read properly.

Mr. Blofis nudged him with his elbow. "Read it out loud, Percy!" he said, encouragingly.

"Annie— Annabeth Chase from Athens, Greece."

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When Percy got home that day, his mother enveloped him in a bone crushing hug. Her work uniform smelled of all of the candies she had been around at work at a candy shop. Percy freed himself from his mother's grip and dumped his Jansport backpack onto the carpet floor.