(A/N)- Wow, it's been a while. It's been hard to keep up, you know? But I'm sad that its almost over. Here's chapter four, my last chapter. ENJOY IT WHILE IT LASTS!

Disclaimer: I owned PJO at one point...in my favorite dream.

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Two fat police officers ran across the field, their jelly rolls bouncing up to reach the stars. Their faces were grim and full of donut glaze. When they arrived, they didn't talk to anybody. They simply walked over to me and pushed my head so far down that I could hear my neck pop. The larger one was pushing my bangs down so that they were prodding my eyes out and they pulled my hands behind my back.

Cling, cling, snap.

The handcuffs closed around my wrists. "Percy Jackson, you're coming downtown with us until proven innocent." He smiled evilly and cackled at the sky, like Yeah right. I swore I would never respect an officer again.

They practically dragged me across the field and loaded me into the little white car. Again, they pushed my head down far enough to stare at my chest and crammed me in the torn leather seat. I spent the next twenty minutes or so staring through the bars that separated the front and back seats. Until we reached the station.

It had a parking lot surrounding the perimeter of the building full of white cars nearly identical to mine. It was hard fighting the urge to go kick a dent into one.

We walked across the parking lot and I tried to stay calm as possible. Fortunately, I was doing pretty okay. We reached the glass double doors and I was waiting for the smelly cop to open one when it swung open and smacked me in the face. I worried looking, familiar lady came out from behind it.

"Percy!" my mom cried out. She nearly tackled me in a bear hug, which wouldn't have been hard considering I was still dazed. "Oh my gosh, honey, are you okay? I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay," I said, though I never really wanted to know what a door tasted like. I rubbed my pained nose. "What are you doing here?"

She looked at me funny and acted like she wasn't noticing the handcuffs or my escort. "Well isn't it obvious? I'm your mother, sweetie. I'm getting you out of this dump!"

The color drained from my face. "What? No! There's not enough money! And Smelly Gabe-"

"Oh, honey, don't worry about Gabriel. He won't know about it. And anyway, there's enough money in the bank. I'm not just going to leave you here. That would be ridiculous!"

"I-I-" I couldn't speak. Here was my mom, trying to bail me out of jail before I ever got in. Gabe would never allow it. I imagined him saying, The kid deserves what he got! He doesn't even provide my gambling funds anymore! Leave him in for all eternity! Muahahahaha!

I peered into the glass door and saw some horrible things that I could've gone without. One man was banging on the bars so hard I thought they might fall over. A girl who couldn't be more than fifteen was kneeling on the floor sobbing and shouting, "Please forgive me, Lord! Get me out of here!" Another dude with handcuffs was heading toward the door with the blue men's bathroom symbol with an escort behind him. I would've hated to live there, but I couldn't just ask my mom to get me out.

"No," I told her. "Leave me here. It's too much to ask for."

"Percy, don't be ridiculous. I won't leave you here."

"Yes, you are. We don't have enough money as it is!"

"Yes we do!" She stared at me pleadingly, and I got the feeling she was about to cry.

"Do you really want me home this summer? I can't do anything good. All I do is cause trouble."

"Percy, that's not true. You're the only thing that keeps me happy."

"What about Gabe?" I asked.

"That's different."

"Why do you stay with that pig?"

She looked at me with watery eyes and I immediately felt guilty. "Gabe...he's helped us in ways that you just…you just don't understand."

I stared at the cement step and nodded. "You're right. I don't understand! I don't get it." (A/N)- Quote from the movie!)

She sighed. "Come on, honey. Let's get you out of this mess."

I felt bad but I didn't argue. She wouldn't take no for an answer. We walked up the steps, my hands still chained behind my back. The officer was pushing me forward with his invincible belly. My mother glared at him like she was looking for the best way to lop off him stupid ugly head.

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"How may I help you? The behind the counter lady asked. Her face was stern, with lustrous black hair and chocolate brown eyes that looked too old for her. She wore a golden necklace with a corn stalk on it, which I thought was a pretty strange design.

"Yes ma'am," my mother responded. "I'm trying to bail out my boy. He did something he...ah, probably shouldn't have this morning."

"Okay, what has he been charged with?" the lady asked. The way she looked at my mother was like she'd been watching her every day since she was born.

"Um...nothing yet." my mother responded. She was staring at the lady like a pot of gold.

She smiled. "Oh, that's no problem. This boy isn't even supposed to be here! He's done nothing wrong."

"But-"

"Oh! I see. You're clear sighted. No worries. Just don't tell!"

I thought she wasn't all there, but apparently my mom understood perfectly fine. She just looked nervous.

The lady looked at the cop behind me, raised her fingers, and simply snapped. It was crisp and clear, like it could be heard all the way around the world. She stared into his eyes harshly, like he'd just burped rudely. "Percy Jackson is an innocent child. He never did anything wrong. Now that that's cleared, there's a robbery going on at that Capital One Bank ATM on Manhattan Boulevard. Shoo."

He nodded, looking dazed. Then he bowed and ran away. I turned to the lady, only half sane.

"W-What just happened?"

She seemed to notice me for the first time. "Ah, Percy. You're getting skinny." She looked up at my mom. "This child needs more cereal."

I was about to crack up, but she looked deadly serious, and after what happened to that officer, I didn't want to get on her bad side. I started to wonder how she'd known my name. Maybe she was some kind of voodoo queen or something.

"Yes, ma'am," my mom said. "Thank you for everything, lady."

The strange lady nodded and my mom grabbed my hand. She dragged me out of the station without looking back. She didn't speak until we got into Gabe's super precious '78 Camaro.

"Percy, you have no idea how worried I was today. Are you sure you're okay, honey?"

I snorted. "Here you are, more worried about me than a monument and an entire bus that I wrecked. Why?"

"Because you're my baby and nobody's laying a finger on you." She turned her head to the back seat and smiled at me. "You know, how about we just forget everything that happened today, totally forget. So do you want to look at the Spyders, or go to the Rockefeller Center-I hear there's an awesome new skateboard shop. Take a look?"

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(A/N.2)-Okay, that's all! I'm sorry, but if I continued, there would be a lot to change... But on the bright side, I'll be starting a new story soon about important events in PJO and HOO. I haven't come up with a name yet, so in your review, can you PLEASE give a suggestion or two? LUV YOU ALLLLL! THANK YOU TO ALL WHO REVIEWED! I APPRECIATE YOUR SUPPORT SOOOO MUCH! MUAH!