(requested by: @_ dracarys_)

The scariest thing about being a demigod was attending school, and trying to be a normal teenager.

Which was virtually impossible when you accidentally mention the cheerleader-turned-Empousa Tammi you killed last Tuesday to a mortal girl, Rachel E. Dare. She had big red curls and saw you do it in the first place, so... there wasn't much you could hide from a human girl with clear sight. She was really kind to you, at least- and appreciated the protection.

Unbeknownst to you, Camp Half-Blood needed you and your... well, whatever you did. It somehow worked out well, and you saved the day each year without fail. Andrew was tasked with getting you back to camp, like usual, and had walked into your class like he owned the place... stupid prideful blonde.

"Yeah, I'm a foreign exchange student," Andrew mentioned casually to the substitute teacher, before letting out a few sentences of Ancient Greek... at least it wasn't history class. Rachel sat down on your right, drawing something intently. Andrew took a seat to your left, peering over at your paper before giving the substitute teacher a suspicious look- the teacher in question kept on sniffing the air, in the extremely familiar fashion of a monster detecting demigod blood.

Then he glared at Rachel, who had tapped you on the shoulder to show you a new drawing.