Percy's side of the story! The long awaited, 'The Framed'.

Listening to – 'All Star' by Smash Mouth

Disclaimer: I don't own the original works of Percy Jackson and the Olympians. It belongs to Rick Riordan.

Words – 2992

She heard Grover Underwood groan. She knew that he realized what was about to happen. Nancy Bobofit smirked.

The boy was right where she wanted. Her current victim was just getting out of detention. He spent an hour there, nearly every day.

"Nancy!" Grover called.

The orange headed girl turned around and glared at him.

"Underwear, shut up!" she hissed.

Grover paled. He hobbled over with his crutches as fast as he could. She looked away from him and then up and he copied her movement. They saw the bucket she had balanced precariously over the slightly open door of the detention room.

Her target was on the other side, pushing the door.

"Percy, no!" Grover shouted.

It was too late. The bucket overturned and fell right on Percy Jackson's head, to Nancy's delight.

Try as might, after spending nearly an hour of vicious scrubbing, Percy failed at his goal. He put the wet thick hair brush down and looked at himself in the mirror.

Flo gave a giggle. She leaned against the bathroom door staring at Percy and said, "It's probably gonna last a few weeks. But don't worry; blue looks good on you."

"Thanks." Percy muttered.

"You're welcome." she chirped.

Flo was a girl about Percy's age. He was the only one who could see or hear her. Like she was a ghost and he was a ghost whisperer from those GhostHunter shows. Well, there was no way else to say it.

Flo was Percy's imaginary friend. Or maybe she was a ghost who could only be seen by him.

He preferred her being his imaginary friend. Even if he was a bit old for such things, Flo was a seriously good friend. She'd help him in sticky situations like puzzling homework, horrible days at school and when he was confused at what medicines to take when required.

Medicines. He absolutely hated them. Being diagnosed with dyslexia and ADHD, life was hard. A few years ago, actually a week after his mom, his step father and he returned from England, he had an episode where he couldn't breathe properly.

The doctors said that he had a problem with his airway which could block itself if he started to panick. For that he had received an inhaler and more pills.

Fun.

"Percy, come on. Make the best of it." Flo said. He sighed and dried his hair. There were worse things in this world than a bucket of blue hair dye falling onto your head.

Percy exited the bathroom to face his roommate, Grover, his only non-paranormal friend in Yancy academy.

"It's not coming off." he said. Grover was lounging on his bed with a pamphlet. He looked up and saw Percy's hair. His jaw fell open.

Percy's hair was blue. Bright blue, a few shades darker than a clear sky.

"Is there something different about you?" Grover asked. Percy rolled his eyes and said, "Hilarious. Look, I'll just cover my head with my cap. No one will know."

Grover put down the museum pamphlet and said, "You're right. No one will know. Except for the kids who were in detention with you, the kids who were in the corridor, Mr. Wersmet, Nancy, all her friends – "

"Grover! You're supposed to make me feel better!" Percy complained.

"You're right, sorry. So... you excited for tomorrow's trip to the museum?"

Percy gave his friend a dumbfounded look before plopping onto his bed, "Yeah, it's gonna be life changing."

Next day early morning, Percy left his dorm room, his hair protected by his cap and jacket hood. He headed towards the office to make his weekly phone call to his mother.

His mother, Sally Jackson, was one of the best people in the world. She was a full-time worker, doing her best to support his tuition fees, his step-father, Gabe's spendings and cost of living.

It bugged Percy. You had to pay to live on this planet.

He sighed as the woman behind the desk gave him a strange look. The look she always gave when he'd call his mom. Apparently, not many kids called their parents.

He dialed the only phone number he knew and waited. The dial tone stopped as someone picked up the phone.

"What?!" Gabe's voice came as a shout. Percy jerked back from the receiver, wincing.

"It's me. Give the phone to my Mom."

Gabe shouted something out to him and then yelled for her. A few seconds of silence with muffled voices in the background.

"Hello, Pepe?" his mom's sweet voice came and Percy sighed. He felt homesick.

"Hey Mom, I know I said that I'd call after the trip. But I was feeling lonely."

Her voice became frantic. "Lonely? What about your friend, Grover? And your history teacher, Mr. Brunner? You said they were nice -"

"They are!" Percy said quickly not wanting to upset her, "It's just that, I can't really talk to them. About that stuff. I like them. Even if Grover's a bit …odd."

"Percy... Everyone's beautiful in their own way." she said firmly. Percy nodded. "They're good people, mom. They're good to me."

He could hear the smile in her voice. "That's good, honey. You'll have fun on your trip. Mr. Brunner's one of the chaperones, so it's going to be great."

Percy ran his hand through his newly dyed hair. "Yeah, but Ms. Dodds is coming with us too. She's an absolute -"

Both his mom and the receptionist cleared their throats.

"She is!" Percy whined to both women.

"Being strict doesn't mean -"

"Okay! Okay! Let's talk something else! My hair's blue!"

Stupid ADHD.

"Pepe, could you say that again?" his mom asked slowly. Percy exchanged looks with the receptionist and said "It was all Nancy Bobofit's fault! The bucket fell on my head which now smells so much like watermelon, that even Grover can tell! I bet he now thinks I'm a walking, talking watermelon! My hair's all blue and even though I like the colour, it's so not cool and -"

"Calm down, honey! If it's not your doing, it's not your fault. I don't think there's anything we can do about it. Some hair dyes take more than a month to wear off, so by the time it's Christmas holidays, the colour might be gone."

"M...might?!" Percy spluttered.

"Look on the bright side!" his mom said hurriedly.

Percy suddenly brightened up, "I can irritate everyone with it! And it wouldn't even be my fault!"

"I meant that blue's your favourite colour." she mumbled.

"Yes it is! Thanks, Mom! I'll see you soon! Bye!"

Even though he felt better, the person he really wanted to talk to wasn't here. In fact, he was across the ocean.

Percy sighed and leaned against the bus seat. His class of grade six were on their way to the museum of Greek and Roman history. More than two dozen maniacal troubled kids on a school trip to the local museum. Percy was convinced that being a school student was a job you just didn't get paid for.

He turned towards his friend, Grover, and was surprised to find him in all smiles. Usually, Grover was insecure to his surroundings, a little scared of strange strangers. With his acne and lanky height, he looked like a short teenager. He had crutches because of some disease in his leg. As peculiar as he was, Percy liked him because Grover somehow reminded him of his older brother, Harry Potter.

About ten years ago, his family had moved to England. Percy wasn't really sure why, but he was glad they did. They made friends with Harry on the first day. Apparently, Harry and Percy bonded over a pumpkin.

Seven years later, they had to move back to Manhattan, leaving Harry behind. It had been the worst day in Percy's life. Not even the ship trip could soothe him. He had never been so far away from him before. He could almost feel the distance between them. The further they got away, the more he started hearing a voice in his head. When they finally moved into a small rented apartment, Flo was waiting for him.

'Yeah, about that, I was with you the whole time, but just wanted a dramatic arrival into your line of sight. It was cool, though.' Flo said interrupting Percy's thoughts. He just grinned at her. "Yeah, I guess it was."

"What?" Grover asked suddenly.

Percy turned, "Huh? Oh, nothing. You know? There may be a camera hidden in the window sill. People may be watching us."

Grover sighed, "You say the strangest stuff, Perce. But I promise you, no one's watching us. "

Percy could think of a dozen other places he'd rather be. In the Surrey forest, at Cristy beach, at Montauk beach, in his mom's apartment, back in his bed -

He adjusted his cap and ignored the giggling from around him. None of his hair strands were sticking out, so he wasn't sure why they were laughing at him.

As they walked up the steps, Percy couldn't shake off a strange feeling. He turned around but didn't find anything out the ordinary.

"Percy?" Grover asked, turning around. Percy made a face and then shrugged.

The museum was interesting enough when Percy could concentrate on the millennia old Greek tales told by Mr. Brunner. And yet, he couldn't help at feel tensed.

Nancy Bobofit leaned from behind him and whispered, "What's wrong, Jackson? Feeling blue?"

Snickers erupted. Percy bit his lip trying to think of a good enough retort.

"I'm alright, Nancy. Thanks for asking. You're a really sweet and caring girl."

Nancy's glare made him smile.

"You're nuts, Jackson."

"I know. But don't worry. I won't tell anyone your secret."

There! Hopefully, she'd take a few days to figure that out.

"Mr. Jackson? Do you have anything to say about Kronos?" Mr. Brunner asked and Percy's cheeks felt hot. Seriously, the guy had radar ears! Mr. Brunner might be over forty (a century older than his Mom, and that was seriously old!), he might be confined to a wheel chair that looked like a motorized café especially with the small red umbrella by his side, but the guy was an all-around perfect teacher.

"Um... yeah." Percy said racking his head for the Titan myths, "Kronos was this super ultra Titan like the watch. He was the lord of watch."

"Lord of time."

"Yeah, that. He heard a… what? Shopping spree?"

"Prophecy." Grover whispered.

"Yeah! He heard that his kid god was going to kill him. So he ate them all except for Zeus who escaped. Then when Zeus was all grown up, he went back, made his dad throw up all his siblings and he cut his dad into tiny sushi like pieces and threw them into tobasco- "

"Tartarus." Grover said.

"Yeah, then the gods kinda lived happily ever after, hating their own kids."

A few kids snorted, some of the girls looked sick, others rolled their eyes.

"A 21st century answer. I have to admit, I haven't heard an explanation like that." Mr. Brunner said, sounding amused.

"You're welcome, sir." Percy grinned. His teacher was cool like that.

Mr. Brunner gave them a more detailed version and dismissed them for lunch.

"Mr. Jackson! I need to speak with you."

Percy shared a look with Grover and said, "I'll catch up."

The history teacher looked at him significantly, "Mr. Jackson, it's good that you know the old stories, but you must understand how it applies to real life."

Percy nodded slowly, "Applies in real life? Like a moral? 'Don't eat your kids'?"

"No. I meant how it's relates to you."

Percy blinked and said, "Are you trying to say that you're going to hold a pop quiz on Greek gods and it's a surprise to the rest of the class? Isn't that cheating?"

"Perseus, this is of great importance! Do not take this lightly! Open your mind and be prepared. This is the only warning I can offer you!"

Warning bells were ringing in his head. In other words, Flo was screeching high pitched words.

"Wait! He knows your full name! I thought your mom agreed that she'd fill the registration form as 'Percy D. Jackson'! What if he's spying on you?"

Calm down. Percy thought to himself and to Flo. He'd never told anyone his full name for years so calming down wasn't very easy.

"Ok. Yeah, I'll keep that in mind, sir. Uh... I have to get going. Getting hungry!"

Percy ran out only to bump into Nancy.

"Jackson! Why you -"

"Nancy, sorry but not now."

He pushed past her. She suddenly grabbed his jacket to pull him back. Unfortunately, on reflex, Percy's hand flew back and smacked her arm.

"Ow! What the -"

"Jackson! I saw that!" Ms. Dodds said, almost appearing out of the air. She had a mean 'you're in big trouble' look directed at Percy who tried to defend himself, "I swear, I didn't mean to!"

Ms. Dodds ignored him and checked Nancy's arm. Percy vaguely remembered being in the same situation with Dudley Dursley when he was seven. The incident resulted in Harry and him getting into a fight with Dudley's entire gang. That had actually made Percy resent fighting. Ever since then, he had convinced himself that it was better to confuse the enemy by saying funny and nonsensical stuff. Percy wasn't one to indulge in physical violence. It was Harry who actually liked to fight.

"Jackson, you're coming with me." Ms. Dodds' voice snapped him into reality.

Nancy smirked at him. Percy felt like running away, but he followed the old teacher into an empty gallery.

"Now, honey? You've been giving us problems."

Percy stuffed his hands into his pocket and said, "Yes ma'am."

"It's better if you confess now and return it."

Percy nodded but then stopped "Re... return what?"

"Do not delay the inevitable. Surrender your stolen items and we will leave you in peace."

Percy's face was fixed in confusion. Her lines like were something from an old movie. It didn't make any sense.

"I didn't steal anything." Percy said slowly.

A shudder passed through Ms. Dodds' form. For a brief moment, Percy thought he saw sharp teeth, claws and wings. He blinked and he saw her normal angry self. He scratched his cap.

"Do not lie, Perseus Jackson! We will come to know of your intentions, honey!"

Percy could hear three horrible things this time. Her voice sounded more scratchy and less human like. She had called him by his full name. (The second person to do so in the same day) and the worst part? She was still calling him 'honey'.

"Get out of there!" Flo yelled. Percy took a few steps back. To his horror, Ms. Dodds started changing forms.

Her black bike jacket shriveled into her skin as skinned wings came out her back. There was a smell of sulfur as she became bigger, her eyes turned sharper and more lethal looking as her glare pinned him to the floor.

My imagination's just working overtime. She's not real. Percy thought desperately.

Ms. Dodds let out a snarl. She flapped her wings threateningly and hissed, "Give it back, Lightning Thief!"

Percy yelped and ducked when she slashed one of her sharp talons.

Suddenly, the doors were thrown open and Mr. Brunner wheeled in looking quite angry.

"Alecto!"

"Chiron! This has nothing to do with you unless you assisted him!" the flying math teacher hissed.

Mr. Brunner simply reached in his coat pocket and took out a pen.

Percy might have imagined it but, he definitely saw fear in his flying teacher's face.

She let out another snarl and flew right through the window. Percy shouted, "Whoa!" as the glass broke away from the pane. He stared open-mouthed at the window.

Percy turned towards Mr. Brunner, but he wasn't there. The door was shut and everything was quiet.

"Wha-?" Percy's voice died away to see the window intact. There were no signs of damage at all. He tried to take deep breaths.

"Okay, okay, I was just hallucinating. Happened many times before. You just have to take your meds. You're not going crazy. It's all good." He said out loud frantically.

Percy went out the hall and heard agitated whispers from the end of the hallway. He took a look outside the museum and saw his classmates lounging around the grounds in front the museum. He also saw a perky blond woman walking around them like a teacher.

Then he definitely heard Grover's whisper.

"I think it's about you." Flo said. Percy rolled onto the heels of his feet, thinking about eavesdropping. He then ran silently and stopped at the door.

"Chiron, he saw her!" Grover complained.

"Yes, but the mist will confuse him long enough." Mr. Brunner said.

"I'm not so sure, sir. He's smarter than he looks."

"With the warning I gave him, he may start seeing more. May be we'll have to take him to camp sooner than I planned."

Grover's voice sounded relieved. "Yes, we should. His scent must be stronger to monsters than to me. There's something about Percy that scares me, though."

Percy gulped. Okay, they were talking about him and he was pretty sure that it had nothing to do with school.

"Yes, and that will be one of the reasons he could get killed. Don't let him out of your sight. I shall decide tonight."

"Yes, but..."

Grover's voice faded away as Percy stumbled back. 'Killed?' He was going die?!

Percy ran out the museum, ignoring when someone shouted, "Jackson!" after him.

He climbed into the bus to grab his bag. Checking to see if he had enough money for a cab, he bolted.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Flo asked, sounding just as freaked out as he felt.

"Look, if Mom can't help, no one can."

There we go! Two stories about Percy before the reunion! Stay tuned!

(Keep in mind if you kill me, you cannot get the rest of the series.)

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