A/N so here is this story, I'm currently or maybe I've already finished, but for now I'm going through it and fixing everything I can, which could also mean changing the POV.

Enjoy...

Percy POV

Two days had passed since the war had ended and I had decided that it was time to get back to my mum. My hands were interlinked with Annabth's as I rang the doorbell to my apartment in New York. Muffled voices were heard from inside. I was then relieved when I recognised my mother's and Paul's voices as the 'voices'.

Then the door opened and my mother stopped dead in her tracks. She looked at me form head to toe, her eyes wide with surprise.

Before she could say anything I let go of Annabeth's hand and embraced my mother tightly. She swung her arms over my neck and hugged me tightly in return, sharing the embrace. Wet tears hit my shoulders as she cried in silence. Annabeth was smiling, looking at us.

"I'm so sorry mum!" I gently said into her ear.

Then Paul's voice said, "Sally is everything ok-?"

He stopped and joined in the hug.

"Gods Percy, you gave us a heart attack," Paul said as we all broke apart.

I wiped some tears off my cheeks and just smiled as my mother then went to hug Annabth. Paul too hugged her.

"I'm glad your both okay," she said at last, once she broke away from Annabeth.

Then a smell coming from within the apartment hit my nose and I said, "are those cookies I smell?"

Without waiting for an answer I sprinted inside and into the kitchen. A plate was filled with blue cookies. I grabbed it and started engulfing them down. How much I had missed them.

My mother, Paul and Annabeth then came into the kitchen and looked at me shaking their heads.

With my mouth half full I complained, "what? I love your cookies, mum!"

She chuckled at that. Then she came towards me and yanked the plate out of my hands.

"Bu-!" I started.

My mum cut me off by saying, "no cookies until you tell me what the Hades happened to you!"

So we sat around the table and I told her everything. Well not everything. I left out the part where me and Annabety fell into Tartarus so to spare her the torment of knowing. But apparently she already knew.

"Your father came," she explained. "Everyday you were down there he came here and told me about how you were doing. If you were alive, dead, close to dead and such. Then one day he stopped coming and sent a letter saying he's out. But we were still worried."

I didn't know how that made me feel. My father had watched me go through what I went through, not a common thing.

My mother then turned to Annabeth, "Athena did the same thing for your father, Frederick."

Annabeth just nodded and looked down.

-.-

The next day, which was Monday, first day of school. I got into my carrera porche and drove to school as Annabeth went back to camp in other transportation methods. I still thought she was lucky that she didn't have to go to school like me. But whatever.

As I stepped into the hallway of Goode High School I noticed all eyes were set on me. Girls wear swooning over me whilst the boyS looked at me with hatred. I wasn't the most popular guy in school, I had a few friends here and there but none were close friends.

I went to the principal's office and got my schedule with my locker and combination. I went to my locker opened it and started to put my books in. As I was doing so images of Tartarus flashed in front of my eyes. When I was done with my books I rapidly closed my locker and banged my head on it. Then I let my head rest on it. My eyes were closed as I tried to make the memories go away.

I was squinting really hard and shaking from the memories. My schedule, which was in my right hand was being squeezed as my hand tightened on itself.

"Oh." Matt Sloan's voice woke me from my thoughts. "Is Percy Jackson having bad memories?"

I opened my eyes to look at him. I glared and I swear I saw him flinch. "Leave me alone Sloan!"

I turned to leave but someone grabbed my schedule form my hands. I turned to see it in Matt's hands. He was smiling as he read it through. By now the whole hall had gone silent, watching as the big bad bully bullied poor Percy Jackson.

I just glared at him, I wasn't going to fight him. Not yet anyway.

Then he burst out laughing. "Why on earth do you take Latin Jackson?"

"None of your business," I replied, keeping it cool.

He gave me back my schedule which I pocketed immediately. I looked at him waiting for him to say something.

"Hey you see that girl over there?" he asked me.

He was pointing to Leila. She was the definition of slut. She wore short jeans shorts, a pink cropped top. Her hair were straight and chocolate brown. Her face, you couldn't see her face, it was covered with make up, I could hardly make out her blue eyes.

I nodded at Sloan. "Well, you need to get a move and date her!" he urged.

I rolled my eyes at that. "I already said this for a millionth time. I already have a girlfriend."

"Yeah right," Matt said. "The one called Annabeth. Where is she now? Uh?"

I gritted my teeth.

"Yeah exactly, did she leave you? Is that why you're getting pissed. Did her majesty leave you? Or did she die. Oh no wait! She's at the camp where you and your pathetic little friends go? I got that right didn't I?" he taunted.

Before I could speak he said, "are you gonna go to your mommy now? Crying about being a loner and a loser? Or are you gonna go to your step dad? I'm still wondering why he's still around you. What happened to your real dad Jackson? Uh? Did he die? Or was he just too ashamed to have you as son that he fled? Or was it your mother?"

That struck a chord.

I punched him straight on the nose and he went flying back ten feet. He's luckily I restrained myself otherwise he'd be dead. He stood up clutching his nose which was bleeding. I took that as my cue. I grabbed his throat and shoved him on the lockers.

"You dare talk about my mother like that again and-" I was yelling this now.

I didn't get to finish what I was saying for bulky arms grabbed me and threw me onto the floor. Luckily I landed on my hands and not on my face. I tired to stand up but someone kicked my side. Matt's buddies were staring to hit me from all directions. I just curled up and let them.

Why? No idea.

Then I heard a familiar voice yell. "Hey! Back down you!"

Paul managed to stop them. When he noticed me on the floor he gasped. I guess seeing the hero of Olympus being bullied isn't something you see every day. Thinking about that I felt ashamed for having let them when I should have beaten the crap out of them. As I stood up I looked around. I saw Matt smirking at me, since I was standing crookedly.

I took that as my cue to punch him in the face again. This time I hope I broke his nose. I kept on punching. When arms grabbed me from behind again this time I didn't give in. This time I fought back. In a matter of five minutes, Matt and his friends were laying on the floor moaning in pain.

I leaned down to Matt and grabbed his throat again. In his ear I snarled, "you ever talk about my mother again... You'll be sorry you're alive!"

Then a gentle hand was placed on my shoulder. I looked to see Paul with a stern face.

-.-

"A fight!" he yelled as we all filed into his office.

Paul had become principal by the way. So he was in charge to set us with punishments now.

"This type of behaviour is not what Goode Highschool needs!" he boomed.

"Seven against one, how pathetic."

"He started it!" Matt mumbled.

I glared at him. "I wouldn't have if you didn't talk that way about my mother!"

That got Paul's attention. "He did what?"

So I explained what happened. Paul was furious at Matt. And to me too.

"If something like this happens again," he warned. "You will all get suspended for a week. If it happens again after that, you'll get expelled. For now you will all have detention for the rest of the week."

I groaned silently but Paul noticed. "On the first day of school, classes didn't even start and already you got into a fight? Now go to your classes before your late. Percy stay behind."

As Matt and his friends filed out of the classroom I approached Paul.

"Percy you need to calm down," he gently said. "What's wrong?"

I looked down ashamed. "Ever since-"

I stopped as flashes crossed my mind. "Ever since Tartarus I feel so angry and miserable all the time!"

I dropped my body on the chair and buried my hair in my hand as I looked at the table in front of me. "I feel like I'm going bad!"

Paul set his hand on my shoulder. As I studied him I saw that he had a weak smile on his face. "Look," he started. "I have no idea on how you feel right now, but if you need anything just ask okay?"

I smiled and nodded. "Thanks Paul."

As I stood up he said. "No problem."

I swung my bag over my shoulder and went to my first class. Latin.

Okay hope you liked this chapter. It was about 1,600 words which is like five times the previous one. Well Hunter out.