Matt Sloan POV
I was walking through Central Park around midnight. I know, its dangerous but I don't care. My parent's were fighting...again. You would think they would stop when its Christmas Eve but no. They don't care. I thought it would get better when dad's business grew and we got rich but now they fight even more. sometimes I wish we were living off the streets if they would only stop fighting. I am currently walking through Central Park because its oddly calming at night. I had to get away before they start to bring me into the fight again. Last time mom was accused in a hit-and-run, she obviously did do it but no one got hurt, and dad freaked out. I think he started getting his business involved in crime and if mom was accused then his business might be questioned. In fact, I hope that they catch both mom and dad. I could go and live with my uncle.

I kept thinking along these lines when I saw a group of people talking and laughing. two people had blonde hair, three had black, three people had brown hair and one had fiery red hair. The person with black hair looked familiar. The blonde girl looked faintly familiar, I think I met her only once but I can't remember where. I started to get close enough so I could recognize them but the one with black caught sight of me. I saw his sea green eyes and recognized him immediately. Percy Jackson. He changed a lot from when we were in middle school. I remember bullying him and I regret it now. I went from being the bully to the bullied and now I know how he felt. I wish I could take it back. He looks like he gained some weight and grew a couple feet. He has friends, too. At least I think they're his friends if the joking and laughing were any clue. I smiled a little at him and turned to leave. He smiled back and waved a little. I walked away wishing I had never bullied him or Tyson. I think he would have been a good friend.

I didn't write this one guys...

NO WAY I WILL NOT FEEL BAD FOR MATT

I CAN NOT FEEL BAD

ARGH...

-Amber❤️