The Oracle of Delphi
Sometimes she wondered what it would be like, if he hadn´t died. If Luke Castellan was still alive...maybe she wouldn´t be the Oracle of Delphi...maybe she would be happier.
What, if she, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, would be a normal girl? On a normal High School with Percy, Annabeth, Piper, Jason, Reyna, Octavian...
Woah, stop. Not Octavian, she thought. Not that stupid jerk-okay, but if they were normal, maybe she and him would be dating, for they both liked Art and Poetry...no. Bad Rachel. Octavian is a Idiot, and you don´t like him. You are the Oracle. No boys. Ever. Even if they are as cute as Octavian...STOP!
She looked up from her textbook, tried not to scream. What was wrong with her head today?
From the table across hers, a girl she had History Class with on her current school, the College of New Rome, looked up, then whispered something to the person next to her.
Rachel was already used to getting bullied, for she was the only mortal person, nothing as cool like the Demigods.
She sighed, looking back on her textbook, then decided to go for a walk. She just left the College Café, when someone bumped into her.
" Can´t you watch your step?" She asked, clearly annoyed.
" You better watch who you are talking to" The voice said, and Rachel froze.
Of course, I had to be Octavian.
She sighed. " Sorry." She said.
" Oh, just a girl. I don´t think I met you before, so I don´t know your name" He said, and something inside Rachel, maybe her heart, hurt at these words.
" Rachel Dare, Oracle of Delphi" She said " And I already know who you are"
Octavian nodded, and his blond hair fell into his eyes, they were deep blue and pretty...not as if Rachel cared, of course not.
" Oh, you are that girl from my Art Class, aren´t you? The one that has no friends?" He said, smiled mean.
" As if you were any better!" She said, turned around and went down to the small Tiber, to sit there and think.
" Stupid Octavian" She muttered angry.
Why does it hurt her so much?