Child of lightning-Percy Jackson x reader-Book one

For the god of the sky Zeus is pretty salty

The next morning, Chiron moved Percy to cabin three, and Me to cabin one

I didn't have to share with anybody. I had plenty of room for all my stuff, way too much room considering all I had was one set of spare clothes, and a toiletry bag. Heck even if I had all my belongings with me the cabin would be too big. I got to sit at my own dinner table, pick all my own activities, call "lights out" whenever I felt like it, and not listen to anybody else.

And just as you would expect *I was absolutely miserable.

Just when I'd started to feel accepted, to feel I had a home in cabin eleven and I might be a normal kid—or as normal as you can be when you're a half-blood—I'd been separated out as if I had some rare disease.

After the incident nobody mentioned the hellhound to me or Percy, but I think we both got the feeling they were all talking about it behind our backs. The attack had scared everybody. It sent two messages: one, that I was the daughter of the Zeus and Percy was the son of Poseidon, and two, monsters would stop at nothing to kill us. They could even invade a camp that had been considered safe.

The other campers steered clear of me as much as possible. Cabin eleven was too nervous to have sword class with Percy after what he had done to the Ares folks in the woods, and I definitely wasn't leaving Percy behind. Even though we were in different cabins we were still in the same situation. So we had lessons with Luke, just the three of us. He pushed me harder than ever, and wasn't afraid to bruise either of us up in the process. Actually he did seem slightly more hesitant around me, not just in sword fighting but in general. As much as I tried to just be normal he seemed almost sad around me. Once when we were sparing I even won cause he looked in my eyes for too long and had to take a break. I could tell Grover knew something about it, but all I could get him to spill was that I probably reminded him of someone, whatever that was suppose to mean.

Annabeth still taught me Greek in the mornings, but she seemed distracted. Every time I said something, she scowled at me, as if I'd just poked her between the eyes.

After lessons, she would walk away muttering to herself: "Quest ... Poseidon and Zeus? ... Dirty rotten ... Got to make a plan ..."

Even Clarisse kept her distance, though her venomous looks made it clear she wanted to kill Percy for breaking her magic spear. I wished she would just yell or punch us or something. I'd rather get into fights every day than be ignored.

I knew somebody at camp resented me, because one night I came into my cabin and found a newspaper dropped inside the doorway, a copy of the New York Daily News, opened to the Metro page. The article took me almost an hour to read, because the angrier I got, the more the words floated around on the page.

GIRL BOY AND MOTHER STILL MISSING AFTER FREAK CAR ACCIDENT

BY EILEEN SMYTHE

Sally Jackson, son Percy, and family friend Joey Grace are all still missing one week after their mysterious disappearance. The family's badly burned '78 Camaro was discovered last Saturday on a north Long Island road with the roof ripped off and the front axle broken. The car had flipped and skidded for several hundred feet before exploding. Mother, son and girl had gone for a weekend vacation to Montauk, but left hastily, under mysterious circumstances. Small traces of blood were found in the car and near the scene of the wreck, but there were no other signs of the missing vacationers. Residents in the rural area reported seeing nothing unusual around the time of the accident.

Ms. Jackson's husband, Gabe Ugliano, claims that his stepson, Percy Jackson, Along with the young girl staying with the family Joey Grace are both troubled children who have been kicked out of numerous boarding schools and have both expressed violent tendencies in the past.