Hey Nerdie Birdies! New readers! I usually call my readers Nerdie Birdies, so you know...hope you don't mind if I address you Nerdie Birdies. Anyway; my story is up! And guys; I am super excited to write this story! However, there are many boundaries that I had decided to break for myself, and that includes some warnings.

WARNING: This story is officially going to be rated as Rated T. I do mild Rated T but this one is going to be official...just a little bit lower (haha) Rated T. That is because; there will be some violence and curse words. Curse words are not my thing, not my cup of tea. I don't curse as a person but due to character realism, I had decided that curse words make the characters more real. I hope this story could enhance and bring awareness to the topic of bullying. Thank you.

Okay; that was a warning I wanted people to know before reading my story. Curse words aren't going to be SO often, but there are curse words in this book. So yes; beware readers! :D :D :D

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Annabeth POV:

"See you later Annabeth!" his words pierced through my ears, twisting every bit of my nerves. I looked at Malcolm, who had his broken glasses taped up on his face. Though the bruises were still there, he managed to apply lotion and make sure to disinfect any of the deep cuts. Staring at his grey eyes deeply, I knew that Malcolm was aware he was breaking me. He was breaking me slowly, wanting to make sure I remembered his message last night.

"You think as if helping me would make everything better. No. It doesn't Annabeth. Your help makes you look so fake. I pity you."

His words had made me stay up all night. I was his sister for heavens sake! I had to know why he comes home every single damn time with bruises, cuts, and dried blood! I wouldn't be a sister if I just turned my back away from him. He was pretty much the only family member left in my life. I didn't want to lose him; we were a team. I wanted both of us to be safe. Happy. Live a decent life rather than the crappy one we're living now.

"Annabeth? Hello? I said, I am going to see you later!" his voice hinted annoyance, and I inhaled a sharp breath.

"Yeah...I'll see you later," I grinned, and he eyed me suspiciously. I swear; I saw that flicker of suspicion in his eyes before it faded away.

"Hey; no problem. I'll see you in a bit," he grinned, and I grinned back.

"Stay safe," I warned like a protective sister, and I saw another flicker in his eyes. But it wasn't suspicion. It was annoyance.

"Yeah...okay..." he growled, and I raised my eyebrow. Ignoring the look I gave him, he walked away and out the door. Right when he did that, I immediately ran into my room, wearing the dark clothes planned for the day. As corny as that sounded, I was wearing all black. It wasn't a spy mission; but it was a serious matter to track him down. If he is gone somewhere dangerous, and I supposedly wear neon clothes...why, that is such a smart choice!

I quickly packed my backpack with my phone, a camera, and a rag. I put the backpack off the side, and quickly dressed into black skinny jeans and shirt. Tying my hair into a boyish look, I quickly placed the bobby pins on my hair as planned. It was crazy that I was doing this, but I knew that I had to be somewhat like a man or whatever if anyone spots me. I can't let my identity out; it would be so unwise to leak my identity that quick.

Finally feeling suitable to go outside, I placed my black cap on my head, and quickly unzipped my backpack for my phone.

There it was. The tracker device was truly working very well.

Malcolm said that my love was a pity.

But he didn't know the consequences to his words.

Because no one would be crazy enough to leave their older brother in danger...right?

The thing is; you can't just leave them alone.

You have to stay with them until the end.

...

Today, the fall breeze was cold. I shivered, while following the path of Malcolm. Turns out he has already arrived on his destination, but damn, he must have taken a huge walk to go there. I had to walk all the way to the mall plaza, and past that became the abandoned lot. I made sure to stay close to some of the jammed up cars, incase anyone was seeing me. That was one of the hardest parts, but trust me, that isn't the only hard part. I had to literally squish myself on this one alleyway, that can't let you walk properly. It was disgusting because gum was plastered between the crevices of the bricks. I was gagging from the reeking garbage under my feet, but I bit my lip and without any word, followed the trail.

And I didn't even know what was he doing. What is he doing? This place was getting chillier, and I regretted not bring a jacket. I put my arms around myself, trying to trap in the last body heat left. I was so close to the destination-

I quickly pulled myself back when I realized I was so close to getting caught.

I was hiding in the corner of the bricks, and there I saw Malcolm getting beat up.

And trust me; that wasn't the worse part.

I saw Jason there too, laughing.

Jason was like my second older brother. We were always laughing together at classes, and he seemed like a really great guy. I couldn't bring myself to see his face any more. It was like someone was stabbing me constantly. I couldn't bear watching my brother being beat up. It was cruel. Inhumane. I couldn't stand the sight of his bloody nose staining his shirt, or the bruises on his cheeks. I could bear to see the infected cuts reopening. It was horrible.

I never believed that in our neighborhood, anyone would be physically beat up. I never imagined that Jason and his friends would ever punch my brother. It was unbelievable. I couldn't bring myself to utter those words and actually admit that my brother was being beat up by one of my treasurable friends, Jason Grace.

"Hey nerd," I heard a taunting voice. It didn't sound like Jason. I took another peek and all the other boys were staring admiringly at the leader. His voice held authority, that could convince anyone that it could be alright. But I knew it wasn't alright. Because his alright is beating another person up, letting their life be miserable. My alright defines love and genuine care. The scream I wanted yell out was muted, for when I opened my mouth, I couldn't utter a word. I wanted to run to Malcolm and protect him but somehow my legs went stale, paralyzed. No; my whole body was paralyzed.

All the boys were facing forward to Malcolm, meaning that I only saw their backs. I quickly scanned their shirts, and realized they weren't a gang.

They were just the future seniors.

"NERD," they laughed.

The main senior, who was wearing a black shirt that hugged his muscles, taunted, "Where is the money? Where is the debts you have to repay?"

Debts? Okay...this is weird. Malcolm or I don't even owe any debts.

The last time we paid our debts was the last time the debt collectors came. And the debt collectors made sure to beat the crap out of us before leaving.

I looked closer, my eyes glued onto the scene.

"The debts...right...the thing is...I will pay them. I'll get them from our account-"

"You've said that so many times, Nerd Boy. Where is the money? You'd say you owe us. It's been two years, and yet you haven't..." he threw a punch at his stomach. "Owed." Punched his cheek. "Us." He kicked his arm. "Yet." and Malcolm screamed when the raven black haired boy stepped on Malcolm's fingers, crushing them under his weight.

And I couldn't believe my stupidity.

I screamed.

All the boys turned away, and I began running the alleyway. At least it wasn't as narrow as the entrance. But before I fled the corner, I saw sea-green eyes quickly glimpse my grey orbs.

I hope no one noticed me.

...

Going to school killed me. Because I realized that it wasn't just my brother being bullied. A frail girl who looked as if she hadn't eaten for weeks was pushed down on the floor, no one helping her up. Instead, everyone laughed through the hallways. I picked up her books, but once I gave her pencil pouch, she looked down and walked away. A plump boy was wearing a suit for a presentation, but I saw football player laugh and critique is clothing.

"Handsome? Gosh; wish I can see those six packs," they all laughed, the words glued into my brain.

But people think that just the divergent humans in this school would get bullied? No. You can see a girl in a group being excluded. When I sat at lunch in the cafeteria, all I saw was a girl trying to speak but was muted. They ignored her; as if she didn't belong. So she was silent all the way. I saw another boy's lunch fall on the floor, with a couple of their friends laughing and dumping their foods on his head. The teachers and staff were so oblivious to the bullying around this academy; it was surreal. Everything was bluntly obvious and they weren't even taking action.

I saw a boy eating alone, with people sneering at him.

I saw a boy with scars all over his face, being embarrassed in the crowd and being called ugly.

I saw a girl who right at the moment, was crying. And I knew her. Her family is homeless, and she goes to the food storage from the community to eat. I saw her phone on her hand, and I realized; she gets bullied.

A lot.

It could be cyber bullying...it can be. We can never know.

I had a horrible day; because not only did I realize what was happening but because I never noticed this. This is my third year in this academy, and not once did I realize the severe bullying and the blind eyes of all the other students. It was as if it was so natural for us that watching that was no big deal.

I am so stupid.

I couldn't even realize the tension in this school. No one who was bullied or those bullies didn't even realize the pain they're giving to the following students. I couldn't...I just couldn't...

"Annabeth Chase?" I looked up and saw the Vice Principal stare at me. I was eating my peanut butter sandwich, and it was awkward. I didn't know why...the moment just felt awkward.

"Yes?" I replied, gulping down the portion that I bit on.

"The principal would like to see you. He has a very important decision to discuss."

Okay...what decision? I pondered while following Mr. Yolk...the Vice Principal. Yolk...

Ha. Ha. Ha, Annabeth. That is so funny.

The vice principal escorted me, and when I stepped inside...

That changed my life.

Percy POV:

"Hello class," Mrs. Dodd was looking at her laptop to start the attendance. "Let's start with attendance. Jessica?"

"Here!" she piped up.

"Maddie?"

"Here!" she squealed.

"George?"

"Sup Mrs. Benson."

As she filed around the classroom, I just tapped a pencil on a notebook. Nothing is interesting about homeroom; it is all the same. You get called for attendance, she starts blabbing out all the news (the audio microphone is jacked up, and no one has a clue that Leo was responsible), and then start prolonging everything until the damn bell rings. And Mrs. Dodd sure takes a long time to dismiss.

"Percy Jackson? I have called your name for the fifth time," Mrs. Dodd looked at me sternly. The class stared at me, and I laughed.

"Sorry. I just couldn't pay attention to your squeaky voice. Hearing it every day is such a pain," I kept tapping the pencil on the notebook, and she rolled her eyes.

"Some people are just disrespectful," she muttered under her breath, but everyone knew what she said. And that statement was hilarious.

Why, can't she take criticism?

I rolled my eyes though, knowing that she'd kill me if I utter another word. I kept tapping my pencil, and I scanned the room. Ah, there is the nerd boy. All hunched up in the front of the class. He's such an immature, idiotic, senior who cannot pay his debts. Ah, Malcolm, how stupid are you to loan from me. It's funny how you think I actually want the money; either way, you're my punch bag.

I grinned, no one noticing me much since I was in the back of the classroom. Looking up at the ceiling, Mrs. Dodd was explaining the lunch menu. Like who cares about the freakn' lunch menu!

"...and class, I'd like you to be polite to our new senior. She is a transferred junior student, and I really wish you guys could support her. She is the smartest in this school, and I would like for you to not call her nerd or any what of that. Our new student is always to be respected."

"Yes ma'am!" Leo saluted, and the class laughed. He was known as the class clown.

"Alright...let me bring her in," Mrs. Dodd left the classroom.

Jason, who was right beside me, whispered, "Let's see if she's a new hot chic you're going to hit on."

"Oh please, I wouldn't..." my voice faded. The girl walked inside the room, her uniform all straightened. Her hair was in a neat ponytail, a few curls freed. Her hair...it was blonde. It wasn't just blonde. It was a beautiful blonde, that wasn't to yellow or white. But her eyes held something different. It was grey, but not just those empty grey eyes. It was stormy grey, almost looking as if danger would pass anyone's way if they messed with her.

And weirdly, I was drawn to that.

I kept staring at her, her eyes scanning the classroom.

"Hello. I am Annabeth Chase, a former junior in this academy," her voice somehow felt like melody in my ears. "I am very well excited to be here as a senior, and I look forward to graduate with you all."

And when she said that, I swear, I knew she was my next target.

Oooooooooh! Annabeth, why are you a SENIOR WHEN YOU'RE A JUNIOR?! Percy; are you falling for Annabeth? There is so much craziness in this story that I am so excited to share because guys...for real...this chapter might be like, "What the heck!" but the story gets like, "OMG WHAT THE HECK!" because of the stuff that goes on it. Hahahaha; anyway, did you like it? Review to show some love and you know, tell me if you like it or not. This whole new realistic character things just totally blow my mind, for I set a goal to make a character go to its fullest potential. I hope you like the story, and last but not least, I will always end with a motivational word:

You are beautiful. Don't let people pull you down because bro...you're eccentric. And being you is the most beautiful thing on this earth.

Anyway; love you guys! Review and last but not least...I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! :D