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Rachel sighed. She'd just arrived home from Camp Half-Blood after becoming the Oracle, and now she was waiting for her father to meet her. Tomorrow she would go to Clarion Ladies' Academy, in accordance with her father's wishes, and she knew that her father would be expecting her to behave in an appropriate fashion.
"Rachel," her father stated as he entered the room. "I hope you are not planning to go back on your deal with me."
"Of course not, Father," Rachel replied cordially. "I'll go to Clarion as you wish. Just don't expect me to enjoy it."
"The purpose of finishing school is not enjoyment," he stated. "The purpose is to turn you into a marriageable young lady."
"I know that, Father," sighed Rachel. He wishes, she thought. A young lady, if I try to be one, maybe, but I'm never going to be marriageable. Hades, I'm never even going to date.
"Well, I hope you will remember it. Do not disappoint me," he ordered her. With that he left the room.
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The next day, Rachel set off in a chauffeured limo to the airport. From there she would fly to New Hampshire, and the dreaded finishing school. On the way to the airport, she saw a total of five dryads, a satyr, and two naiads. Some of them waved at her. If only people knew, she thought.
Half an hour later, she finally arrived at the airport. She thanked the chauffeur and told him she'd be perfectly fine. He informed her that her father had ordered another chauffeur for after she reached New Hampshire. She told him to pass on her gratitude to her father, and left to check in. She was flying first class- her father would not allow anything less. She sighed- she'd much rather fly commercial, where there would actually be someone to talk to. At least there would be no-one around to accidentally trigger the Oracle. She didn't think 'Would you like some water?' counted as a question that the Oracle could answer, somehow. As long as nobody asked about the future, she'd be perfectly fine.
After making it through security, she boarded the plane, and settled down for the flight. She was glad Apollo wasn't an enemy of Zeus- she would have had a really hard time explaining to her father that she couldn't fly because a Greek god would hit the plane with a lightning bolt. She offered a prayer up to Zeus anyway, just to be safe.
The flight passed without incident, and after an hour the plane touched down in New Hampshire. After collecting her luggage, she made her way to where her chauffeur was waiting, and they set off for Clarion Ladies' Academy.
Gods help me, she thought. What have I let myself in for?