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Percy

I sat on my bed wondering about how I was going to go to the game with Annabeth and Luke. I knew that if Gabe knew I was gone without permission (and like he'd give me permission to have fun), he would kill me, so the real problem is just getting out. And surviving Gabe's punishment. I sighed. I knew that it would be impossible to get out of the house. Unless…

When did she say the game was? Next Friday. I had seven days exactly to get a plan to sneak out. I knew that simply trying to quietly get out of the door would be impossible because even though Gabe spent 24/7 drunk, he had ears like a hawk. I have a few scars as proof. What if I never came home after school? Then getting out wouldn't be a problem.

"Boy", Gabe slurred from the living room. "Get your filthy ass in here… NOW!"

I got up and walked to Gabe's pigsty. Gabe was lying on our old and molded couch. He had a beer in one hand and the remote to our crappy T.V. in the other. He looked close to sleeping or dying. I really hoped that he would die.

"I want you to go get me a 6-pack beer from the store," he muttered. "I have some… uh- cash on the counter".

I grabbed the cash and left for the store.

I knew that I wouldn't be able to buy beer from a store and get away from it. At least the wrong ones. I learned a couple years ago that you don't pull the no ID trick, you have to pay someone to do it for you. I met this dude named Mike who is around 56 years old. He's a balding brown-haired man who dresses like a homeless man. His wild beard says hobo, too.

I walked down the road of my neighborhood. My neighborhood was trashy. Houses were broken and vandalized. The "richer" ones owned a metal fence, the ones you would see at school yards. The streets were cracked and the cars ranged from Geo Prizms to Ford Escorts. Our neighborhood had only one entrance which was also our exit. It was a moldy oak wood with a rusted metal sign that read: Manhattan Southern Downs. I left my neighborhood with my wad of cash and headed for the big city.

As I walked along the busy streets of upper Manhattan, I looked around. The city was huge. Skyscrapers towered into the sky and cars honked and drove all around. Taxis were at every street along with huge bill boards that played songs, movie trailers and sports highlights. I wasn't here for New York's big "show". I was here to get Gabe his beer and leave.

I walked along the busy sidewalk glancing at every other store. People would shove into me and act like I wasn't there. That was New York City for you. Stubborn people who got to wherever they needed and didn't like people to literally get in their way. It was home.

Finally, I found an old convenience store at the end of the road. It was old. The windows and door was graffitied so much, that you couldn't see anything inside. Trash littered the ground in front of it, and the neon sign that once lit up the corner of the street, was dark. I leaned against the front door and waited. After several minutes I gave the glass a few hard taps.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap-Tap-Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

I waited several minutes. Nothing happened. I was confused at why Mike wasn't here. I gave the glass the same taps again, yet he still didn't show up. I opened the door that went into the store. The abandoned building's lights were out. Rotted food lay on the floor and shelves. The convenience store had been abandoned years ago, but was left untouched because it was the home to the homeless, but unaware to the authorities, it was also a drug trade center.

After walking around, I heard a big thump in the back room. I hesitated at the sound. I had a sneaking suspicion at what was in that room. I took a couple steps forward slowly. I walked down the small hallway past the women's bathroom to the employees only door.

It was open ajar. I heard voices shouting. "-you doing with these?" an assertive male voice shouted.

"I found them on the ground," another one replied. His voice was scratchy and hoarse, like a smoker's. He sounded familiar… Mike!

I looked through the opening and saw three police cars. Several policemen surrounded someone who could only be Mike.

"If you won't answer now, we will make you in custody," the officer said.

"I'm innocent!" Mike yelled desperately.

"Then why did we find six grams of Methamphetamine in your pocket?"

Mike looked defeated. He knew that he couldn't get out of this. He could make the same thing over and over, but he would still be going into custody. The officer handcuffed him and began to push him into the car.

I began to walk away, but ran into a rack of paint. Clang! Boom! Paint cans went everywhere. Each one that hit the ground made a huge noise.

"Hey!" An officer called. "Who's there?"

I ran out of the building as fast as I could. Several things crashed, but I kept running. I darted out onto the street, the sounds of sirens behind me. Cars honked and beeped, but I kept going strong. My heart pounded with each step I took. My breath was fast and uneven, but I kept going. The sirens were getting closer. They knew it was me and were closing in.

"Sir!" A voice shouted through the police microphone. "Please stop!"

I still ran. I weaved through people on the sidewalk. I wanted more than anything for them to give up, but they kept going. I turned to see how close they were. Before I could see them, I hit something hard and crashed to the floor. My head went numb and everything was muffled and blurry.

I heard a thump and figures running to me. My wrists were cold, and I was yanked around. Then everything became dark.

Hello?

Everything was dark. I could hear voices and feel that I was laying on something soft, but I couldn't see. I began to panic. I was already unable to talk, but now I can see! Was I going blind?

I opened my eyes. I didn't realize that they were closed. Everything was slightly blurry at first, but everything focused in. I was lying on a small white bed. I saw a bald man with a brown beard. His blue uniform had several things on it along with a gun and a badge. The officer's face looked at me with concern. I looked to the right and saw a nurse jotting down notes. She was beautiful with her caramel hair, brown eyes and toned skin.

"How does your head feel, kid?" the officer said.

I sat there. They didn't know it was impossible for me to talk. He kept repeating the same sentence, just more frustrated each time, followed by my silence. This could go on for a while.

"John," the nurse said. "I don't think he can talk."

She handed me a pencil and a piece of paper.

"Can you write?" she asked.

I grabbed the pencil and began to write:

Thank you. I'm actually a mute. I was in an accident that destroyed my vocal cords. What am I doing here anyways?

"You were running from John," the nurse said. "And tripped. You have a minor concussion, nothing serious."

Well, since it's nothing serious, can I go home?

"Not likely," John said. "Why were you running from me?"

I saw that old convenience store and went inside it out of curiosity. I heard voices and looked around. Once I found you arresting that guy, I started to leave to avoid trouble. I made a lot of noise and ran out of panic.

I kept my best poker face. I was totally lying, but I couldn't get in trouble with the police, much less Gabe if they told him. The two sat in silence. Soon, they started whispering to each other. They kept going for several minutes. My heart was racing the entire time. I didn't know what to do. Soon, John started to speak.

"I'm going to let you go," he said.

I started to get up from the bed when John stopped me.

"First, can you tell me your name?"

Percy Jackson.

"You can go now, but don't let me catch you getting into anymore trouble," he said.

I got up and walked out of the room. I entered a hallway that went left and right. I went with I gut and went on the right side. I was correct as I saw an open doorway that entered the front of the police station. Several people sat on blue chairs and an old lady sat behind the receptionist desk. The office was white and reminded me of a doctor's office.

I left the building and walked out onto the street. After looking around, I found out where I was looking at the street name. I had a sudden realization. Gabe was going to kill me. How long was I out? I darted down the road. I couldn't be late.

After endless running, I finally made it to my house. My legs were shaking violently. I slowly grabbed the door knob. It took me a full minute before I turned it and opened the door. I walked inside. The lights were off and it was quiet. I walked into the living room. No one was there. I turned around to go to my room, but was met with hands around my neck.

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