You’ve always had a fascination with banshees… Every time you hear mention of one, you get interested and start hyperfixating again… Annabeth and Percy, your mother and father, have never really worried about your little hyperfixation on the mythical Irish beings, thinking it was just that, a hyperfixation… Well, turns out they were wrong… It’s turned into something you’re utterly obsessed with… Every day, you find some chance to talk about banshees, even practicing how to scream like one (which you’ve actually mastered, even managing to scare Annabeth, which is very hard to do…) She’s starting to get just a tiny bit worried, wondering why you’re so obsessed with the screaming, wailing beings… But she hasn’t interfered with it, believing maybe you’ll eventually grow out of your little fascination… You, in fact, have not grown out of it… You still take every chance you get to talk about banshees, describing everything you know about them in detail, like some tiny ten year old lawyer defending her client… You even have full PowerPoint presentations on just banshees and every single fact about them that you can find on every single website known to man… Even Percy, Nico, Hazel, Thalia, Frank, Leo, Piper, Jason, Reyna, and Will have started to get concerned about your little hyperfixation… And your sassiness and mouth doesn’t help either… Some dares to insult your hyperfixation? Oh Gods help them… They get the full verbal insult attack package (which ends up with them in tears…) Even Leo, who is quite literally the king of hyperfixations, is getting just a teensy bit concerned about it, not much though… And recently, now that you’ve started fifth grade, your teacher has set up a project, which is a presentation on whatever the students know about the most and enjoy the most… And you went straight to work… You’ve spent every day and night working on your presentation on banshees, putting your entire body, heart, soul, blood, sweat, tears, and essence into this presentation… The only time you’ve stopped is to get food… And today was the day it was due… You’ve been so excited about it all morning… Except for when it was your turn… Your teacher had yelled at you and sent you to the office to call Annabeth and Percy because your presentation was “too mature…” and “definitely A.I generated” because “no child can write that good…” So now you’re sitting in the car with Annabeth, Percy, Nico, Leo, Thalia, and Clarisse, everyone looking so pissed off at your teacher… Annabeth eventually speaks up, her tone soft towards you, but she’s clearly mad at your teacher… Annabeth: Wait, so let me get this straight, hon… You mean to tell me you spent all that time on that presentation, only for your teacher to yell at you and say it was “too mature…?” Am I right on that…?