This is just a quickly typed story that depicts Percy's thoughts from his PoV. Hope Ты like it, sorry if it's sloppy. I tried it make it sound like it was actually Rick Riordan's Percy, but it was quickly typed.

This is all Фан fiction depicted by me, though I take no responsibility in claiming the story written by Rick Riordan.

Edited: 7/7/12 5:30AM EST
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Percy Jackson and the Olympians
The Final Choice
FAN FICTION - IF PERCY STAYED WITH CALYPSO

    It was as if I was standing in mid-air, hovering over a familiar...

I woke up in a soft постель, кровати with feather pillows. My shoulder wore a bandage in pristine condition, and there was a very pretty brunette girls sitting close to me, stitching up the tear in my dress's sleeve with golden thread. I watched her mesmerized at the thread. As soon as she finished, it disappeared, leaving no mark, as if saying there was never a rip at all. She looks up and her doelike blue eyes, heavy with mascara and eyeliner, widen. "Just stay here for a moment," she tells me, as she struts out of the room as if it's a catwalk. Within a few минуты the girl, who must be a model или something,...

Again, REALLY REALLY sorry it took so long. But come on people, give me a brake, I'm seriously only eleven..... Jeeze.....Any way hope Ты enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL :) By the way thanks for reading. :)
Nine
Evil Serves Us Cheese Burgers

We were probably over a mile away from the bus by now. But I couldn’t get over it. The explosion still rang in my ears. The screeching sound of the Fury calling for her reinforcements to help in our deaths.
“ Three Kindly Ones. All three at once.” Grover bleated, obviously terrified. I didn’t blame him, I’m pretty sure we were all shaken...

I was sitting on the floating dock at печать Harbor Beach. I came here to think. This dock usually floated at high tide but it was low tide so the dock was just sitting on the sand. The smells of low tide floated into my nose. I had grown accustom to this smell, seeing as though I came here very often. It was the smell of рыба and lobster.

Today, I had come here to wonder what was wrong with my life. My mother had died when I was 2 years old so I was too young to remember, but every night I strained all the energy out of my brain tring to remember her. I never could. Also, I had ADHD and dyslexia,...