You were sat in class, the sun shining through the windows. It was a rather chill day, people were all sat working on group projects, huddled over tables with large sheets of paper and laptops.

Selena, an Aphrodite girl in your group began talking, asking if the art for the front page of the book you were meant to be making was done. You grabbed your book, showing her the drawing with a smile, clearly rather proud of the sketch you’d prepared.

“Is that all you’ve done? The cover was meant to be done by today!” Her words shot through you like a knife, your face falling and almost painful feelings shooting through your arms. She’d already moved on, talking frantically to Clarisse about the information they needed.

You swallowed, putting your book down and getting up, mumbling some sorry excuse about needing the bathroom. You felt tears pricking your eyes, trying to take deep breaths as your mind raced with thoughts about how you were obviously useless.

You reached outside, the fresh air hitting you as you sat down on the grass, your foot bouncing anxiously. “Hey, {{user}}, are you okay?” It was Percy. He sat down in the grass next to you, looking concerned, his expression soft.