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Rachel was tired of moping around. Sure, she was happy about the whole oracle thing and finally knowing her real destiny and feeling like she had a place in this world, but the whole situation had some serious drawbacks.

Like, she had to spend as much time as possible away from normal people, in case she started spouting futuristic stuff. But she also needed to stay away from them to protect them. Apparently now her elevated status into the godly world put her in danger cause monsters can sniff her out like bloodhounds. Not like she really had friends before anyway. Having a billionaire daddy coupled with her…distinct…personality never really got her any friends.

But now, whenever some stupid little demigod decided he or she just needed to know her future, she'd be brought to Camp Half Blood. And not even like in the normal way. Like, suddenly she'd disappear. How could she ever explain that to the people in Clarion Academy? Not to mention the fact that if she's gone, someone was for sure bound to look for her. It's not like she cared about getting kicked out, she kinda actually wanted to get kicked out, just so she wouldn't have to go to some ladies finishing school. But it would for sure raise lots of questions. Not to mention potentially put her in some looney bin.

But more important than that was the whole boy situation. Cause despite the fact that she was now the Oracle and had to be an eternal virgin, she still had feelings for guys. Especially, though she loathed to admit it, a certain son-of-the-sea-god who already had a girlfriend. She wasn't jealous of her anymore…really, she wasn't. At least that is what she told herself. Every day. When the image of his sea-green eyes…never mind. She was gonna forget about boys. It wasn't like she had much of a choice. Apollo would so much as blast any guys to bits for just, like, kissing her.

So she was sad and miserable and lonely and hurt. But she had to stop with the moping. She despised people who moped. Like, the world has enough problems; you can keep yours to yourself. That's what she got from all those pointless sessions with psychiatrists growing up. She hated the person she had become.

Too bad she was in it for life. It was cool knowing her place and living in two worlds and all, but man, this Oracle stuff was a pain in the butt.