"Please read the paragraph, Annabeth," the teacher said.
Annabeth stared at the comprehension book. The words were jumbled on the page. Being dyslexic, it was hard to read. "Gorger and Frederick, um, dared about a war today." The class burst into laughter.
"Annabeth, look again." Mrs. Zachariah's words shot into her like poison. "Roger and Frederick read about a war today," she said.
"I'm dyslexic, if you haven't noticed," Annabeth hissed. She slammed the book shut, seething.
"Class," Mrs. Zachariah said, ignoring Annabeth. "Read pages 19-31 tonight." The bell let out a ding-a-ling-a-ling! Annabeth, still seething, walked up to Mrs. Zachariah. "Mrs. Zachariah, ma'am, I need to go home. I feel sick."
Mrs. Zachariah peered at Annabeth over the top of her wire-rimmed purple glasses. "Go to your next class, little girl. You've caused enough trouble today."
"Ma'am, I need to–" Annabeth's sentence was cut short as she ran to the trash can. She started throwing up, slimy food falling out of her mouth.
"Very well," Mrs. Zachariah growled. "Go home. Don't come back for two days. School policy. I'll be glad to be rid of you."
"Yes, ma'am," Annabeth said. She slung on her backpack and rushed home to the apartment that she had rented while going to mortal school. Chiron had insisted she learn mortal habits and history. She had protested that going to this school would be bad. But Chiron had insisted.
"Rach, I'm home!" She slammed her backpack on the kitchen floor. Rachel Elizabeth Dare was making turkey sandwiches in the kitchen. She looked up. "So early? How'd you get out?"
"Made myself throw up in front of Zachariah," Annabeth said. "Hey, I'm going to the bedroom. Don't come in. Got to work on schoolwork. And math." She hissed the last words.
"Take a sandwich," Rachel said. "I won't be coming in anyways. Got to go shopping. Chiron gave me a few coins to exchange for mortal money so I can get food."
"Thanks." Annabeth grabbed a sandwich and went into the simple bedroom. One bed, a desk, a nightstand with a lamp, and a picture of Percy was all that was in it.
She took out her reading book. "The Last Sliver of Faith," she read aloud. She tossed it onto her nightstand. I have something better to do.
She undressed fully and took out a shiny silver vibrator. She started to insert it into her pussy, enjoying the feeling as it slid in and out. She started turning the vibrator speed higher and higher, and she thrust it in faster and faster. She started moaning and playing with her clit. "Fuck! Fuck, yes!" she screamed. Cum shot out of her pussy, dripping onto the vibrator.
A golden coin buzzed over her moans. "Annabeth, we need you at camp. Now. Love you." Percy.
Annabeth ignored the message and continued to play with her nipples. She stuck a finger in her cum and licked it up.
One moment she was drinking her cum, the next, she was in Olympus.