A Little Ambrosia For Your Day (Percabeth One-Shots)

I Guess Spiders Can Be Good After All (Don't Tell Annabeth I Said That)

A/N I have no idea why it took me so long to post another chapter, but here it is :)

Also, is it just me, or do Percy's legs look so long in that picture?

Percy's POV

I hate school.

Okay, don't get me wrong. I don't hate it. I'm kind of popular, I have a ton of friends, and I get to eat food with them every day.

Life could be worse.

But every year when school starts, I get the same sympathetic looks from teachers, the same C's and D's on my report card, and same people pitying me for my horrible grades.

I have ADHD and dyslexia. Yeah, it sucks, but I don't need that sappy look teachers give me every year. Maybe if they tried to help me and didn't act like I was dumb, that would help. It's hard to like learning when the letters and numbers just swim around the page and teachers keep yelling at you for not paying attention to them and calling out in class. Maybe I'd like learning if it made sense.

Today is the first day of junior year. I considered skipping school. I mean, does the first day even matter? I ran my fingers through my messy black hair, attempting to neaten it, but that only made it worse. I had no time to shave, so there was a slight stubble on my face. Basically, I was a mess. And I really didn't want to go to school. I was still arguing with myself 5 minutes later about going as I pulled on gray sweats and a maroon t-shirt until I smelled my mom's blue pancakes in the air. That's when I finished getting ready and rushed to the kitchen, my hesitation leaving me completely.

Yeah, I said blue.

I used to have a stepdad named Gabe Ugliano. He was horrible to my mom and me, but we were stuck financially at the time and needed his support. Don't ask me how he had enough money to support us. All he did was drink and play poker.

My mom eventually divorced him, and life got better.

Anyways, when I was younger, Gabe and I discussed whether eating blue foods was possible. Yours truly believed that every food could be blue and that it would taste amazing, Gabe thought that was the dumbest idea he had ever heard of.

My mother, Sally Jackson, was offended.

Get one thing straight. My mom loves me. A lot. And I love her. She knew our life with Gabe was bad. But that didn't mean she didn't care about me. She actually married him for my sake, so she could send me to a good school and support all of my extracurriculars. So while she couldn't exactly go against him, she won little victories for us all the time, which kept us going in our fight against "Smelly Gabe."

From that day on, she made it her personal mission to make blue food for us. Pancakes, cookies, cake. Anything and everything she could think of. That made my stepdad really mad, but for my mom and I, it was another small win to keep us going.

Back to the blue pancakes.

"Good morning mom." I said, throwing my arms around her shoulders.

"Someone's happy." My mom raised her eyebrows as she plated the gorgeous pancakes. "Is it to see me or the pancakes, Percy?"

I shrugged, implying that she could jump to her own conclusions. She laughed, shaking her head. I drowned my pancakes in syrup and inhaled them in record time. I said bye to my mom, grabbed my black backpack, put on my shoes, and left for the bus stop.

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After a long, boring bus ride, I got to school. The prison looked the same: crisp, clean white hallways, plain walls, long rows of beige lockers , and a floor so shiny I could see my reflection in it. I walked down the halls, greeting people and fist-bumping my friends. I just smiled and waved as I passed by a group of swooning girls. I wonder who or what they were swooning about.