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ShitshitshitshitSHITHe was late. For PE. And he had to change with the others. Fuck. The mist didn’t hide scars and Percy had a plethora including claw marks on his side, a still healing rather large gash from his latest monster battle and others from general demigod-ness. ShitHis maths teacher had kept him back because he got an F on his last exam. As he was charging down the lino paved floors he busted into the changing room and took off his shirt. The general chatter stopped dead. Brandon, forever bold and always stupid said “D-Dude what happened to you..?”Percy put in as much poison as he could into his reply “None of your business.”