A/N: after roleplaying a #PunkAU Percy Jackson on my twitter, I decided to make a story about him. I dunno if this story will have many followers or something but who cares? I'm gonna continue this together with my Nica di Angelo fanfic. All chapters would be on Percy's POV unless it's indicated on the story. I'm updating chapter five of Nica next week. For now, bear with this story, Thanks.
The Demigod with an Attitude Problem
Am I a problem? Bitch! I already know that. No need to remind me that. After living for 16 years of my life, I knew there was something shitty going on about me. Like who the hell has the normal minds that I can speak with marine animals, having this ADHD thing is annoying but do you know what's the most that I get annoyed? Trying so hard to read anything that the letters are freaking floating arranging itself into words that I couldn't even understand.
8 A.M. which means that I already have 30 minutes to prepare for school. The alarm was snoozing really loud that it irritates my ears. "Shut up…" I said still trying to sleep but the alarm was so loud, my mind and body was already awake but my eyes wasn't so I tried to get the alarm throwing it on the door and it smashed into a million pieces. I then heard footsteps towards it and started knocking.
"Percy? Sweetie are you okay?" a woman's voice can be heard. It got me get up of my bed as I opened the door. My mom, Sally Jackson was outside my doorstep worried about what she heard. She was at her 30's with her wavy black hair just like mine wearing a white shirt inside and a blue cardigan with matching blue jeans and slippers.
"I'm alright Mom. I just threw the alarm clock at the door" I said pointing at the pieces of the clock on the doormat.
"Percy…How many alarm clocks did you already got destroyed?" she said entering my room to get the broom and dustpan avoiding the shattered remains of the clock.
"25 for this month of July" trying to change the subject, my Mom sighed sweeping the floor.
She doesn't like my room to get messy even though I always do that, after going home from school she wasn't even bothered if my room was a mess everyday and tried to fix it while I was away. Sally Jackson was definitely the best Mom in the world.
"Oh Percy…" she said shoving my hair, it was a soothing feeling for me cause my Mom definitely can make me feel better. She asked me if I am still having trouble in reading. I was honest that I couldn't read every single shit that my teacher would write and it's really annoying. I told her everything and she seems to understand everything that I've been getting through which is weird.
"Someday Percy you'll understand that you're special"
"Like how the fuck am I special? Even my friends would think that Percy Jackson would be a crazy shit high school student that her Mom can't even send him to an Asylum" I protested. But I'm not crazy! Last time I checked is that I haven't done any weird things after going to Goode High, the last School that accepted after been kicked out 10 schools that I've attended.
"Percy… Just enjoy school okay? I'm sure that you'll have Goode time" she said, then she heard a loud clank at the kitchen so she went downstairs to checked it out.
"I'm coming down as well, Mom. Just gonna go get ready" I smiled. My mom smiled back and hurried went down. It was also the time for me to get ready for school as well so I yawned stretching my arms up. Did some lifts, as I got the limit I went to the bathroom to freshen up.
My room was full of punk, my favorite rock band posters some stacks of their CDs on the floor and some other accessories that I bought from saving up some money. Even my closet was full of punk clothes and stuffs. I choose the blue shirt that my Mom bought, torn jeans and a dog belt necklace. Perfect.
After my Mom saw me 4 years ago, she was sad but later on, she finally forgave me understanding me from my worst attitude that I make. As I went downstairs, I saw my Mom was making my favorite, pancake with a touch of blue.
"Now this is AWESOME!" running toward the dining table, grabbing the biggest pancake that I could see. BLUE is my favorite color and the same time, Mom has a habit of making foods coloring it to blue.
"Careful. It's still hot" Mom said putting her new batch of blue pancakes.
"You make this way more awesome than those patisseries those who can make" I said still munching on the pancake on my plate.
Mom was flattered, trying not to blush. 15 minutes left, hurriedly tried to finish breakfast. It was the best breakfast that I have ever had. Getting my bag, I left my Mom alone kissing her on the forehead while she waved goodbye at me.
On the entrance, tugging tight on my back while staring at the apartment where we are living, it feels like today would be a great day for me.
"Get ready you motherfuckers. Percy Jackson is coming to Goode High"