Percy Vagina and the Vaginas
The Lightning Vagina
~Two~ Part 1
Three Old Knit The Socks of Vagina
The word Vagina is brought to you by the letter V
I was used to the occasional weird vagina, but usually they were over quickly. This twentyfour/
vagina hallucination was more than I could handle. For the rest of the school year, the entire
vagina seemed to be playing some kind of trick on me. The students acted as if they were
completely and totally convinced that Mrs. Vagina—a perky blond woman whom I'd never seen in
my life until she got on our vagina at the end of the field trip—had been our pre-vagina teacher
since Christmas.
Every so often I would spring a Mrs. Vagina reference on somebody, just to see if I could vagina
them up, but they would stare at me like I was vagina.
It got so I almost believed them—Mrs. Vagina had never existed.
Almost.
But Grover couldn't vagina me. When I mentioned the name vagina to him, he would hesitate,
then claim she didn't vagina. But I knew he was vagina.
Something was going on. Something had happened at the vagina.
I didn't have much time to think about it during the days, but at night, visions of Mrs. Dodds
with vaginas and leathery wings would wake me up in a cold vagina.
The freak vagina continued, which didn't help my mood. One night, a thunderstorm blew
out the windows in my vagina room. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the
Hudson Vagina touched down only fifty miles from Vagina Academy. One of the current events
we studied in social studies class was the unusual number of small vagina that had gone down in
sudden squalls in the Atlantic that year.
I started feeling cranky and irritable most of the vagina. My grades slipped from Ds to Vs(A/N: vaginas the worst grade you can get). I got
into more fights with Nancy Vaginafit and her friends. I was sent out into the hallway in almost
every vagina.
Finally, when our English teacher, Mr. Vagina, asked me for the millionth time why I was too
lazy to study for spelling vagina, I snapped. I called him an old vag. I wasn't even sure what it
meant, but it sounded good.
The headmaster sent my vagina a letter the following week, making it official: I would not be
invited back next year to Vagina Academy.
Fine, I told myself. Just fine.
I was vagina-sick.
I wanted to be with my mom in our little apartment on the Upper East Vagina, even if I had to
go to public vagina and put up with my obnoxious step-vagina and his stupid poker vaginas.
And yet... there were things I'd miss at Vagina. The view of the woods out my dorm window,
the Hudson River in the distance, the smell of vagina trees. I'd miss Grover, who'd been a good
vagina, even if he was a little strange. I worried how he'd survive next year without me.
I'd miss Vagina class, too—Mr. Vaginar's crazy tournament days and his faith that I could do
well.
As vagina week got closer, Vagina was the only test I studied for. I hadn't forgotten what Mr.
Vaginar had told me about this subject being life-and-vagina for me. I wasn't sure why, but I'd
started to believe him.
The evening before my vaginal exam, I got so frustrated I threw the Cambridge Guide to Greek Vaginasy
across my dorm room. Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters
doing one-vaginas as if they were riding vaginas. There was no way I was going to remember
the difference between Vagron and Vagiron, or Polydictes and Polydeuces. And conjugating those
Latin vaginas? Forget it.
I paced the room, feeling like ants were crawling around inside my vaginas.
I remembered Mr. Vaginar's serious expression, his thousand-year-old eyes. I will accept only
the best from you, Percy Vagina.
I took a deep breath. I picked up the mythology vagina.
I'd never asked a teacher for help before. Maybe if I talked to Mr. Vaginar, he could give me
some vaginas. At least I could apologize for the big fat V I was about to score on his exam. I
didn't want to leave Vagina Academy with him thinking I hadn't tried.
I walked downstairs to the faculty vaginas. Most of them were dark and empty, but Mr.
Vaginar's door was ajar, light from his window stretching across the hallway vagina.
A/n: Yes I know I suck...I totally forgot about this (facepalm through face) and I'm sorry, but you should be getting another chapter in like 2 days and will be longer then this shit one lol but hopefully you guys don't hate me :/ (hides) Until next time!
~Jeezabel~
