Hey, look! It's a new fanfiction! How strange…

Anyway, this is my first ff for Percy Jackson. Who's just weird. Rachel's much cooler. Which is why this story's about her and not him.

It takes place in Clarion Ladies' Academy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rachel. Human ownership is wrong. Nor do I own Percy Jackson. See above reason. I don't own CLA, or various other things in this story, but I do own Yasra. She's mine. So's her dad.

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Japanese tea ceremony. Why? Zeus knows. I kneeled, my body twisted and bent at a thousand awkward angles. I was sheathed in some sort of expensively-woven flowered kimono. This was ridiculous. I could be out training to save the world. But nooooo. I had to be suck here in this stupid finishing school because I'd needed to get to New York last summer. Stupid deal. But probably, ok, definitely worth it…

"Ow!" I was startled out of my mind-rant with a wave of scalding jasmine tea pouring over my subtly-uncovered wrist. Stupid idea anyway. Wrists, whatever the olden-days Japanese people said, were not sexy.

The teacher glided over to me. "Miss Dare," she scolded me, "You must learn to keep your wrist steady.

I managed a half-hearted, "Yes, miss." As if I cared at all.

She was not convinced. "Miss Dare, really. You cannot hope to marry well if you cannot master these simple skills."

Marriage. Ha! If only she knew. My mouth opened of its own accord. Oh no. I felt the strength of thousands of oracles building up behind me and tried to close it but, when the voice came out, it was my own; harsh and cold, maybe, but my own. And not in triplicate. "I shall never marry." I intoned, "I belong solely to my lord Apollo." Damn it. I still said too much.

Setting my teapot down quickly, I closed my eyes, shutting out the stares. I felt the mist swirling around me and raised one hand.

"You heard not the Oracle speak." My voice was calm and deep. I snapped and opened my eyes to watch the girls in my class, and Miss Cale, be surrounded by thick, snakelike tendrils of Mist. Then it evaporated, and my class turned back to their task of pouring tea.

Sighing, I waited out the last five minutes without too many catastrophes. I was momentarily relived of my kimono, only to be replaced with the school uniform—white starched blouse, shin-length grey pleated skirt, monogrammed maroon sweater. My red curls were knotted and pinned on top of my head, and loose curls framed my face, which bounced distractingly in my peripheral vision as I walked.

Oh. Did I mention that this was all done by maids? Please. I don't know if this was the case with any other of the students at this godsforsaken school, but I had learned to dress myself a loooong time ago. Gods.

My path was intercepted by a bouncing ball of flushed cheeks and blond ringlets. My best friend (here, anyway), Celeste grabbed my arm and pulled me along to our next class—the ancient world. As usual, her mouth was going non-stop.

"Ohmigod, Rachel," she gushed, "there's-a-new-AW-teacher-named-Mr.-Sun. Millennium-saw-him-this-morning-and- is-telling-absolutely-everyone-how-gorgeous-he-is!" She paused for breath, giving me a chance to roll my eyes. "Unexcited as usual, Rach. Why don't you like guys anymore? We've been in the same class since second grade. You used to be all over them."

"I've matured." I said, laughing at her. Almighty Zeus, if only she knew how much.

I barely had had time to finish my two words before Celeste was off again. "I wonder where he's from. Mr. Sun…" She turned to me. "What do you think, Rach?" She didn't wait for me to answer, just said brightly, "Well, I guess we'll knew in about 30 seconds."

We joined the crowd of girls filing into the classroom and took our usual seats in the middle row and waited for the so-called "beautiful" Mr. Sun. I, however, had seen the beauty of the gods. Literally. So I wasn't so easily impressed. Hence my sudden non-interest in guys—not that I could explain that to my friend. Oh. There was also the whole "Destined to remain a maiden until death" thing. Yeah.

Then the door clicked open and the new Ancient World teacher walked in. Mr. Sun.

And I gasped along with everyone else.

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Ok, there it is. I FINALLY typed it up. Part of it, anyways.

Rachel Rules.

Please Review! It makes me happy.

Anyone who guesses who the new teacher is gets a cookie:)

-Seiina