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Chapter 2

Percy's POV

I've been in this children's home for just over nine months now. I can easily say that it's been the weirdest nine months of my life. Not only is my mom dead, killed by her own hand, but I've not had to do anything illegal or move home like I would with my mom. Apparently, this home is permanent until someone decides to adopt me. Yeah, as if that'll ever happen.

Foster and adoptive parents always look for the perfect children. The good-looking, innocent, smiley kids. The ones without mental problems like ADHD and Dyslexia and that don't ask questions and don't constantly fidget. (1) That's basically a definition of me. I'm the opposite of a perfect child. No one's ever going to adopt me.

I went through all the hassle of social workers and therapy late last year when my mom was found hanging from her prison cell. She was thrown in there for possessing stuff like drugs and illegal things with one of her many boyfriends. The social workers were worried because I didn't seem to be effected by her death. Truthfully, I wasn't as sad as I should have been. My mom was a druggie, prostitute (she tried to hide it from me but it was so obvious), an alcoholic...I know she cared about me, and I cared about her. But she was wasting away. The reason I wasn't sad when she died was because I knew that she could finally be at rest, away from all the trouble of life.

Anyway, the social workers are gone. That's why I'm surprised when Miss Martha (the head of the children home) calls me into the 'family room' and there's a pretty woman who's dressed in a smart blouse and skirt sat at the table.

"Hello, Percy," the woman smiles, standing up and shaking my hand as Miss Martha backs out of the room. "My name's Hestia Olympia,"

"Hi," I reply shortly. "Nice to meet you,"

Hestia takes a seat back at the table and I sit opposite her, a little nervous. What's going on? Does the children's home not want me anymore? Is she here about the fight I had with Cameron Sweeney, because in my defence the jerk deserved worse than what he got...

"So, Percy," Hestia says, opening a file and scanning a couple of notes. I try to read them but my Dyslexia has a bitch fit when I see the small cursive handwriting they're written in. "How are you?"

"Good," I shrug. "This place is okay. Why are you here?"

Hestia stares at me, a small smile tugging at her lips, as though I remind her of something nice. "I'm here because of your mother's will," she replies.

I blink. "Her will?" I repeat. "My mom had a will?"

"Oh, yes. There wasn't much of it, however. She requested that any money in her account be given to you on your sixteenth birthday, and she also left a letter for someone," Hestia says.

"Who?" I ask.

"One of your mother's past boyfriends,"

"Which one? There were a few,"

"Her high-school sweetheart," Hestia says. "She was in a relationship with him for their last two years of high-school and after graduation they were planning on marrying each other. Only her boyfriend's father forced them to split up and sent him off to college, so they never met again,"

I frown. Mom mentioned a few years ago that she became pregnant with me in high school. So if she was dating this guy in her last two years...

"What's his name?" I question curiously.

"Poseidon Olympia,"

"Olympia?" I repeat. "Is there...a relation between you two?"

Hestia smiles. "As a matter of fact, there is. Poseidon is my little brother,"