Hello Everyone! Welcome back to the second chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO! Fem!Percy Smart! Percy Male!Thalia Male!Annabeth Mentions of abuse

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Chapter 2: The Three Grandmas and the Scissors of Death

The rest of the year went downhill from there. I still feel like everyone is messing with my head about the whole Ms. Dodds-Mrs. Kerr incident. I've been trying to catch people off-guard and bring up Ms. Dodds, but they just look at me weird, or walk away.

My grades have been worse than usual. My average grade is about a C+, but now I'm getting all D's. When one of my teachers asked if I even studied, I called him an 'old sot.' I ended up getting sent out of the class, like every other day now.

Summer was starting to come, and I got a letter saying that I wouldn't be invited back to Yancy next year. While I didn't really like Yancy that much, I would miss Grover and Mr. Brunner. My mom is going to be so stressed out with finding a school for me to go to next year

Finals are next week, and I am not ready for them. I have been failing each class left and right, so these won't be any better. I'm probably just going to study for the exam in Latin class, because that is the only class that I actually like.

Turns out that Dyslexia is not the best of friends. There is no way of telling whether it's Chiron or Charon, and Polydictes or Polydeuces. And conjugating those Latin verbs, forget it! Those things are straight from the devil himself.

I decided to go and ask Mr. Brunner for help, since Grover wasn't in the dorm with me. I made my way over to his room in the hall downstairs, but seen that the door was ajar. I started to walk back to my room, when I heard Grover's voice say, "...worried about Sephie sir."

I froze.

I know that you aren't supposed to eavesdrop, but what if he told him about my secret stash of candy that I sell.

"...alone this summer." Grover was saying. "I mean a kindly-one at this school. Now that we know, and they know too-"

"We would only make things worse if we rush her." Mr. Brunner said. "We need her to mature more."

"Sir she already is maturing-" I blushed at that, "-and we may not have time. The summer-solstice deadline-"

"Will have to be resolved without her, Grover. Let her enjoy her ignorance."

"Sir she saw her.."

"Her imagination," Mr. Brunner insisted. "The mist over the students will be enough to convince her of that."

"Sir, I can't fail in my duties this time." Grover's voice was filled with emotion. "You know what that would mean."

"You haven't failed Grover. "Mr. Brunner said kindly. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now all we have to do is keep Sephie safe until next fall-"

That's all I heard, because I was already backing away from the door, and then rushed back to my dorm to process when they were saying. What did they mean that they had to keep me safe until next fall? What would happen to me that I would need protecting? I left these questions unanswered so I could go to sleep.

I walked out of the Latin exam feeling like I just read a 500 page book non-stop. I was making my down the hall when I heard Mr. Brunner calling me back to the classroom.

"Sephie, don't be discouraged about leaving Yancy, it's...it's for the best." I was so annoyed, mad, hurt, you name it. How could he be saying that. I was so lost in thought that I barely managed to catch the last thing he said before I snapped. "Sephie, this isn't the place for you. You're not normal, Sephie-" I was so angry!

"You know what, Mr. Brunner? I honestly don't care what you have to say, because you are the worst advice giver, ever. And that's saying something because have you met Grover?" I snapped at him. I turned to the rest of the class. "Well, I won't see any of you ever again, I would like to say that I never liked any of you, especially Nancy, and I hope you boys find another girl to hit on next year." I said before giving the peace sign and walking out, making sure to sway my hips side to side just to add to the affect

~~~~Time Skip~~~~

It was now the last day of school, and I was packing my clothes into my suitcase, when I remembered that I had to say bye to Grover. I was not looking forward to that.

I finished my packing and was making my way towards the bus stop, when I noticed that Grover was there too. "You weren't going to say bye to me?" He said with mock hurt in his voice. "How rude!"

"Oh hush it Grover, I knew I would see you today anyways." I said playfully punching his arm. "Oh look, the bus is here, come on." I said while walking onto the bus, and heading towards the back.

We were sitting on the bus in silence, and I noticed that Grover was nervous about something. After a while I couldn't stand it, I asked, "Are you looking for kindly-ones Grover?"

He looked very flustered, before he turned to me and said "How did you know that?"

"I heard you and Mr. Brunner talking about me, so I listened in on the conversation. What is the summer solstice deadline?" I asked.

"Uh...umm...nothing!" He stammered.

"Ugh, you are such a bad liar Grover." I told him, when a bad smell started to fill our noses.

"Alright, everyone out!" The driver said.

We were waiting outside of the bus, in the middle of nowhere, when I saw a fruit stand on the other side of the road. There were three old ladies running the stand. Their skin was wrinkled like dried leather. One of them was holding a sock that could fit BigFoot. The next one was knitting the yarn into the sock, and the last one was holding a pair of golden scissors.

The one knitting the yarn stopped, grabbed an electric blue piece of yarn, then held it out for the one with the scissors to cut. The one with the scissors then looked right at me, and cut the yarn. The sound of the snipping could be heard all the way across the street.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by Grover pulling me back onto the bus, and then turning to look at me seriously. "Did they look at you?"

"Yeah, they did. The one with the scissors looked at me and then cut a piece of yarn. Why?" I asked.

Instead of answering, it looked like he just got more nervous. He started mumbling things like, "Why sixth grade…" "Never make it past sixth grade…" "Gover, what are you talking about?" I asked.

He kept mumbling random things under his breath, so I did the only logical in that situation. I kissed him. I know what you're thinking, OMG Sephie, do you like him? No, I don't like Grover like That. I only did it so he would shut up.

"Uhh...What are...you umm...doing!" He stammered at me.

"Trying to get you to shut up, so don't get any ideas!" I replied with a smirk when I saw his red face.