okay you wont read this until morning now because you’re a normal human who goes to bed at a human time but HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY, LOTTIE!!! We’ve been friends for over two years now which is insane and I am so grateful for your terrible humour and general loveliness. hope you had an awesome day, hon xx
(shoutout to Rachel for being a trooper and cheerleading me through this)
The classroom was too warm. Percy’s eyelids drooped heavily as he stared at the screen at the front of class. His knuckles pressed into his cheek as he propped his head up with his elbow on the desk and tried his best to stay awake but, god, Mr Harries knew how to make the stages of mitosis the most boring thing on the planet. It was a shame, because Percy usually loved biology, at least he enjoyed the classes a lot more when Dr Steinberg taught it, but she had to go and get pregnant and leave her class of Juniors with a man who could make bungee jumping sound like a dull experience.
It was a good thing Percy took AP Biology to make up for the mind-numbing quality of this class. But then again, perhaps it was less the class and its teacher, and more him; it took a great deal to keep him focused in class. When he was twelve years old, he was formally diagnosed with ADHD, something his mother still referred to as “an active mind” but he’d noticed the exhausted look of relief on her face when she was given a name for what her son was dealing with, so they might know how to tackle it better.
Percy had always tried to be a good kid, but he was aware of the strain he’d caused on his mother’s life. Bringing up a hyperactive child alone while working two shitty jobs can’t have been an easy thing to do. Sally Jackson, as far as Percy was concerned, was the best woman in the world, and deserved a far better deal than what she’d been given. She had caught a break recently, when she started dating Paul Blofis. And while Percy was appropriately mortified by the knowledge that his mom was dating his English teacher, he knew the guy made her happy so he couldn’t really object all that much.
When the bell finally rang for the end of class, Percy paid attention to Mr Harries long enough to note down their homework. He had his bag on his shoulders and was standing next to Grover’s desk as his friend hastened to shove his books into his bag and pick his crutches up.
“Where’s the fire?” Percy asked as Grover all but ran for the door, swinging wildly on his crutches.
Grover looked over his shoulder. “Enchilada day in the cafeteria, bro.”
Percy’s head fell back as he groaned dramatically. “Dude, I’m not running to the caf—”