Therapy
Epilogue
This is the final piece of the story. It doesn't really relate to it at all, but I wanted to write it. It takes place a couple years later when Percy and Annabeth are grown up and married with kids, and they run into Jamie again. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I am not the genius behind Percy Jackson.
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Annabeth's POV
Percy and I were standing hand in hand in front of our son's Elementary school.
"What time does Luke get out again?" Percy asked as he re-adjusted two year old Silena in his arms.
I sighed, "I have told you this a thousand times. He gets out at 3:30.
"But that's so long. How much time do you really need to teach second graders.
"Come on, Seaweed Brain, I want to meet Luke's teacher.
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Jamie's POV
I hate kids. I always have. They're rude and gross, but I was in desperate need of money and teaching second grade was better than the alternative. Usually I can make it through the year without throttling a kid, but this year I have met my match. It was only the first day and I already hated him. His name was Luke. He wasn't even a bad kid, in fact, he was the exact opposite. He was too smart. He didn't bother to pay attention and when I called on him, he still managed to come up with the right answer. He had corrected me at least three times before it was even lunch time. For that, I absolutely hated him.
A knock on the door pulled me out of my brooding. "Hello, I'm Annabeth Jackson, Luke's mother. Are you his teacher?"
"Yes, that would be me. I'm Mrs. Smith, and your son-" I stopped when I looked at the couple. I knew them. They looked older of course, but there was no denying who they were.
"Oh, I'm sorry. This is my husband Percy, and my daughter Silena. You obviously already know Luke."
"Oh my god, you're still together, I thought for sure you would have broken up by now."
"Excuse me." Annabeth said, raising an eyebrow.
"It's me, Jamie. Jamie Smith. My mother was your therapist."
Recognition dawned in both of their eyes. I could also see hate in them, but Annabeth kept it professional. "You were saying something about my son before, what was it."
I had wanted to be nice when I pointed out the problem I had with the little brat, but after seeing that Annabeth was his mother, I decided I didn't care anymore. "Yes," I said disdainfully, putting my nose in the air. "Your son is a little smartass. He disrupts the class to try and challenge my knowledge and he feels that he knows everything so he doesn't need to listen in class."
"High-five, Little man!" Percy said to his son.
"Percy, not here." Annabeth scolded lightly, but she was smiling proudly so she didn't sound very convincing.
"This is not a good thing and I will not tolerate this behavior in my class."
"Yeah, whatever." Percy shrugged. He had gotten hotter, if that was even possible, than the last time I saw him. I tried to ignore that though, as I was trying to be mad at them. Percy continued. "But you see, you lost your chance of us listening to you a long time ago, and you lost it again when you called our son a smartass. I'm not sure why they let a cursing high school flunkie teach second grade, but you're obviously not qualified, so I feel like what my son does can't make the class any worse."
I was at a loss for words as the family walked out the door. I knew one thing was for sure, I was going to make Luke Jackson's life a living hell. But I never got the chance to do so. The boy never set foot in my class again. I heard later that his parents transferred him over to the New York School for Gifted Children. After that I never saw or heard from the Jacksons again.
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And that is the end of Therapy. I hope you all enjoyed it, it was really fun to write.