I stared at my floppy black hair and the very prominent black eyes hat was staring back at me. I grabbed my moms foundation and carefully applied it, wincing when I pressed to hard. Today was the first day of junior year, and I was freaking out. This was a new school and I knew no one.

I threw on my favorite v-neck with some jeans and my all to familiar converse. I walked downstairs and grabbed my book-bag and a bagel before starting the short trek to Goode high school. A fleeting thought crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. That was the reason my life was so bad. It was the reason I had to leave, and the reason I was abused. Nobody could know, nobody.

*about five minutes later*

I walked down the red and green halls of the newest high school yet. As I looked around I saw the usual high school cliques. I rolled my eyes as shirk with stormy grey eyes and bouncy blonde curls walked in front of me and ran her disgusting nails down my chest. I tried not to shudder in disgust. It didn't work. I pulled away from her touch and continued on.

I knew it was going to be hard to hide. It was inevitable. I just didn't realize how hard. Why do gays have to be shunned? What was so wrong about loving the same gender, why did my father and old principle have to be homophobic? Why does my life have to be so hard.

I decided I would go to the pool after school so I could let it go and just keep swimming. As I was about to reach my locker I saw a blonde that was handsome as hell!

He had electric blue eyes and short blonde hair, he had a scar on his upper lip, and he was wearing a purple polo with cacti shorts and yellow vans. He went to a locker only three left of mine. I pretended to be looking for a book even though I already had it.

I could feel him glancing at me as he grabbed what he needed. Maybe he was gay-no! You know what the consequences are! No thinking like that! I slammed my locker and walked to Spanish. I really didn't know why I was enrolled in this class. Especially since I have dyslexia. Our teacher had us go around and play an icebreaker.

"Perseus Jackson!" Ms. Valdez called my name and waited for me to speak.

" I prefer Percy please. Um, I have ADHD and dyslexia, and I love swimming." The rest of the day continued like this till lunch. That, was chaos.