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My first thought that went through my mind when I saw the school was: Oh my gods why did I agree to this? Clarion Ladies Academy: "Where Personalities Go To Die."

I promised my dad that if I could go and help my demigod friend Percy Jackson; I would go to this school. He had been pushing it on me all summer. So, I helped my dam friend of course. (Inside joke.) The academy was in Connecticut, only a few states away from Camp Half-Blood. A few weeks ago I became the camps new Oracle of Delphi; which means that sometimes I lose my mind, spew green smoke and talk in a voice not my own. Don't worry, it's normal. I just hope I don't end up doing it at school in front of people like "There is going to be a pop quiz on the Revolutionary War." I don't know what the people who can't see through the Mist would make of that. Oh yeah, Mist. I can see through that. It divides mortals from demigods; what a demigod can see, mortals can't. Like Percy's sword, Anaklusmos. It's a pen, and if you uncap it it becomes a Greek sword. Mortals probably see it as a baseball bat or a hockey stick. Anyway, CLA is a boarding school; and I expect to be continually bored. I also hope where will be some normal people like me. Not those bratty preppy girls. Even though my family's rich, I don't dress like it. I even hate my dad's company because just two years ago, I saw the nature god, Pan, die. My dad's company helped speed that up.

My parents didn't come to see me off; but they gave me a brand-new top-of-the-line laptop so we can "talk." Like that's ever gonna happen. My driver opened the door, and I stepped out, gazing at the college-like buildings. "Annabeth would go ballistic." I mutter. "Who?" "Oh just a friend, Zachary." He pops the trunk and grabs a few of my ratty suitcases, the fabric filled with bored doodles all over them. I grab the rest, mainly random stuff I figured I might want, and lead us both up the stairs to the entrance.

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