A/N: The short letter(s) you are about to view were written by various demigods, mortals, gods, and other mythical deities and are extremely confidential, with all purposes to be sent. Sadly (or maybe not) the letters were never received.
Disclaimer: This is not my idea, but I have gotten permission from the fabulous gethsemane342 to publish this.
Dear Dad,
I know I agreed to go to this hellhole but please don't make me come back next year. Before you say anything, I never promised a full high school education at all. I said I would go if you brought me back to the City. Thankfully you did. I swear I've tried really hard to make it all work out but it hasn't.
The Clarion Academy isn't the right place for me; I think the teachers could even agree to that one. I've been trying really hard, so don't go there. I've made some friends and really enjoyed the art program. It by far beats whatever they had at Goode but there's something not right. Everyone here expects me to be a socialite who talks about their summer in the Hamptons and Sailing in Nantucket. Okay sure I happen to do both of them, but you know me, I hate it. I like having a Sharpie and drawing paper and hanging out with Percy.
This whole finishing school isn't for me. There's nothing I have to finish. The both of us know that I'm not going to be the It Girl on the tabloids who's on the board for all those ridiculous Central Park Charity Foundation or the Four Hundred Year Ball. I'm going to have an art gallery or maybe work at the Met as an art historian. You have to let me have that because you've got to have some status to work at the Met.
C'mon dad bring me home for my junior year. I'll go to Nightingale or Duchesne. Any school so I can be home. I hate to admit it but I miss you and mom and even good ole Peter who always hold the door open and wished me a good day. Connecticut is the polar opposite of New York. And my heart belongs to Manhattan.
I swear if you send me back, I won't be with Percy twenty four/seven. I'll hang out with Mimi and Jack and Oliver and Bliss- especially Bliss Llewellyn she's an artsy person too!
Don't you see the effort I'm trying to make? Mom with listen to you but not me. I can't tell her how much I hate the Clarion Academy because I've already disappointed her enough with my "social awkwardness with my illusions in public" but I swear I will do my best to be a good daughter. A normal one. I mean who knows what kind of trouble I'm causing all the way in New England? Please dad, I know you want me close by too. I really mean when I say I miss you, daddy.
I'll be whoever you want me to be,
Rachel
A/N: Take it into consideration these are supposed to be short. Feedback? Something I work on?
You know you love me,
Bianca
