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Disclaimer: I don't own PJo or HoO or Webweave or 'Noah and Saskia'
Chapter one
Six years ago
*Percy's Pov*
"Hey, Loser kid, Get lost. Normal People only here" A random Jock yelled at me.
Yeah, we have jocks and sluts and we're only ten.
I looked at the ground.
No longer did tears come to my eyes when people said mean things to me.
I was used to it.
I was the bullied kid.
The poor kid.
The kid that had no friends, no food and no fight.
The three F's.
I walked away.
I couldn't take this much longer.
My fists clenched.
It was stupid.
I was just like any of them, only poor.
I walked out of the school.
I was done with all this.
Present Time
I walked into school, my laptop held at my chest with my book bag, placed loosely over my shoulders.
I looked nervously over everything.
I had trained my eyes to see everything, every little piece of paper, the colour of everything. It did help that I had a photographic memory, meaning I could remember everything since the day I was born.
I sighed.
This was all an act.
And apparently, I'm an amazing actor, as no one has seen past it yet.
I wasn't just a computer nerd.
You had to see past that and think.
I mean, yeah, I'm a computer nerd, but what is it on the computer that I can actually do?
The answer?
Everything.
I'm a hacker.
The day I left Yancy Academy, six years ago, I made a few friends.
Internet Friends.
They taught me the basics of hacking.
The rest, I found myself.
I had finally found something I was good at.
It's not just the minor things I can hack into either.
When I was bored, during ninth grade, in the middle of a boring Math Class, I hacked into the US's Top Military Bank account, guarded by some of the best codes and passwords there is.
It was actually really fun.
And it was during Math, so I could've used that as an excuse, if anyone had bothered to look at my laptop screen.
But of course, they wouldn't.
The only thing different about my school, to a regular school?
Nerds sat at the back, 'normal' people in the middle and Populars and Wanna-be's in the front.
And that seating plan, wasn't made by the teacher.
It just, happened.
Maybe it was because they could escape easier after the bell?
It didn't really matter to us losers, freaks, outcasts, nerds, who sat at the back.
Why should it?
We have no annoying, jeering idiots, insulting us, when we're at the back and they're all sitting at the front, acting like weirdos.
Anyway, I should probably introduce myself.
My real self.
I'm Percy Jackson, my mother and father hooked up at a party, after my mum got drunk from a game she was forced into playing by her so called 'friend', and I was the product of that one night stand. I have Sea-Green eyes and Black, almost Blue hair, underneath the unifiable clothes, I do have muscle, hell, I even have a six pack! I'm naturally tan, as my mother and father were originally Greek. That's actually how they managed to hook up, when my mum drinks, she only speaks Greek, not English.
I also have ADHD and Dyslexia, and it really doesn't help that I'm not originally from The US or Britten, Australia and all the other countries that speak English.
I'm also, one of the creators of this site called 'Webweave'.
It's a Chatroom for the best of the best.
Only the best hackers, writers and drawers, gamers, and everyone else who's a computer nerd, get invited to chat in the Chatroom.
It also happens to be one of the most unhackable online Chat's ever.
And, we don't talk about all the things, people would expect us to Talk about, like computers and stuff.
No.
We talked about all sorts of things, like, the latest hits, the best Comic, the best Fandom, and some normal stuff, like weather make-up will help you. Are Bullies really as stupid as they seem? (The answer is Yes, we've tested this theory)
We ask questions and put up polls, then anyone else on Webweave can argue, talk, FanGirl/Boy, do whatever they want, knowing they are some of the best, knowing they aren't fakes.
They're real People.
People who can understand your thoughts and who completely agree or disagree.
These were all the things, running through my head, as I walked into my History Class.
I was one of the first to arrive, as I had to make sure I ended up with my seat, in the back left corner.
So I could enter Webweave, knowing no one was going to watch me do so.
I walked to the back, sat down and opened my black laptop.
I sighed as I rebooted it.
After a few moments, I was able to enter my password, log in to Webweave and search for the new recruits.
Every month, we scout the net, looking for some new recruits, sometimes we found one, sometimes we didn't.
We took suggestions from the people of Webweave and had a look at the people they suggested.
I scrolled over the Users, no newbies yet.
Wait-found one.
RIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGG
I ignored the school bell, this was way more important, if one of the newbies turned out to be an officer, NPD guy or something, it would be bad.
Emphasis on bad.
Our History teacher came in and started the class.
I clicked on the Newbies profile.
Name: Annabelle Case
Age: 17
Was the basic Information I got.
Then I started hacking her profile, taking down all the walls that she had put up, going through folders and folders, entering codes when it was needed.
I sighed.
This was too easy.
I found out one bit of information while doing this.
The reason she was on this Webweave, was because she was a writer, and a drawer.
She wasn't a hacker, which we don't have many of on Webweave.
It was too risky.
I saved one of her stories onto my laptop.
RIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG
The class was over.
I smirked in my head.
Good.