Loner. Loser. Those were all words associated with Percy Jackson. Whether it be from a casual student roaming the halls of Goode High, or one of the "populars" as Percy likes to call them, strutting around thinking they own the place. They didn't know him, the don't know him, and he likes it that way. No one knew him. He likes it that way. Percy wasn't sure why he likes being alone so much. Maybe it was because people were associated with pain and suffering in Percy's mind. Or maybe it's because of the way he dressed, with his black, ripped skinny jeans, and black hoodie covered in holes. Maybe it was his bright pink and red hair. He didn't know, nor did he care. He was fine with sitting alone by the dead tree in the corner of the school, listening to his rock music and worrying if his mom will be alive by the time he gets home. If she was, then when he got home, he would go out on the streets and try to get some money selling drugs to the local homeless. It wasn't any deadly drugs, just some marijuana, but still, it was dangerous. He would smoke it from time to time, not for recreation, but to sleep. Now, let's see what Percy is up to.
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Percy Jackson: The Emo Rapper
FanfictionPercy Jackson has been a loner for most of his life. He had no people with whom he hung out with. That is, until he discovered a very special, unknown talent:rap. Rap changed his life. Let's see by how much.
