Mortals Meet Percabeth

20. Clarisse La Rue

A/N So, I literally just thought of a few more ideas, I'm going to do them then end the book. Now, I know Clarisse has already met Percabeth but just read and see. Also, I hate using the picture from the movie but I want to keep up with the in-person pictures.

WARNING ABUSE IN HERE

 The punks and I were all sitting at the dining hall and we all started to shout about who had the worst childhood. Everyone was saying they had the worst childhood, while I was telling my story to the Ares kids, an Apollo kid yelled to Prissy.

"I wish I was Percy! He had such an easy childhood! A fun-loving mother and step-father. If only!" That punk was right! Prissy always complains about having a life so hard, but he had a great first 12 years! Soon enough, all the campers were shouting at him, saying how they wish they had his childhood.

"Listen. My childhood was much worse than most of yours. I don't like talking about it," Prissy said starting to zone out.

"As if you know what it's like to not be loved, to not have a father figure!" One Hermes kid shouted. That kid was right! Prissy had a father figure in his life, he had a nice mother! I wish that was my life. (I don't know what happened in Clarisse's childhood, so I'm just making it up. In my Chrisse fanfics though, it will be different.)

"You want to know what my childhood was! Fine! Do any of you know what it's like to be abused, to be beaten, to have to find the money by yourself from the age of three to buy alcohol! To lie to your mother every day about where bruises and broken bones come from, to put on a mask, for everyone, for teachers, parents, friends, even your own mother?! Not having a safe house? Being bullied at school, while being abused mentally, physically, and emotionally at home! Do you! Every day of my life! I have to do that every day of my life! Not all of my nightmares are from Tartarus! Some are from my childhood! When if you break down, no one will see you as who you are, they'll see you as a weak person! To have to grow up to fast! To not have as happy of a childhood as most!? Well, I do! That has was my life from the age of three to 12!" Prissy yelled. Prissy has always been sarcastic, he probably hasn't had that bad of a childhood.

"You're exaggerating! Your childhood must've been perfect with a few bruises!" A Hecate girl yelled.

"Why don't I show you? Who's the god of the memories?" He asked. Finally, some know-it-all Athena kid replied.

"Mnemosyne!" The punk replied.

"Thanks! Mnemosyne! Can you come down here and show these kids my miserable past!?" He shouted to the sky. Why would she? He didn't do anything but save her? Even then he got his wishes.

Then there was a flash of gold light, we all shielded our eyes, and once it wasn't so bright we opened our eyes. "Of course, Percy. They keep complaining, but the fates really gave you a horrible childhood, so I will show them you're memories," Mnemosyne replied curtly. Why is she helping Prissy! He did nothing for her!

"Great, do I have to stay here and relieve them?" Prissy asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

"Yes, I am sorry."

"Alright, continue on when I start screaming on the ground during the worst one, Annabeth I know you know all of this. You can stay if you want," Prissy said, sounding scared. As if these memories were worse than the wars.

"I will ask the campers under 10 to leave, they may be warriors, but no child should have to endure your suffering," Mnemosyne ordered everyone. Only seven kids had to leave, three Hermes, two Apollo, an Athena, and a Hephaestus.