Child of lightning-Percy Jackson X reader-Book three

This sucks way more than usual

I sat in my seat looking up at the clock, with headphones hidden behind my hair. They were blaring some rock song that was most likely from The Killers, or Green Day, or something else along those lines. In the end it doesn't really matter. The only thing that did was that it was covering up Miss. Neam's scratchy voice. You see, over the last few months I had found a new passion for music. A specific kind of music though, to be exact. It turned out that listening to people sing about how sucky their lives were, was the only thing that could take my mind off of how sucky my life was at the current moment. Ironic, right?

I was pretty much convinced that I had hit an all time low. That nothing could possibly get worse. Which was really saying something, sense my life was usually all about how much harder it could get. Everything was just terrible. I hated being at school. I hated being at home. I hated my "family." I hated my teachers. Heck, I even hated the people I would pass by on the street.

Nothing felt right about Arizona. It was just too hot and too weird, and cactuses were definitely an abomination of nature. As much as people tried to convince me, I knew that place wasn't my home. I didn't belong there. As far as I saw it, there was no point in making friends. I already had plenty. I already had a family too, and none of them were half as horrible as the Myers.

Suddenly a hand tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around in a whirl, managing to wiggle my earbuds out in the process.

"What?" I whispered.

The boy who had tapped me had a huge grin on his face as he pointed to the front of the room. I slowly inched my eyes around until I was staring straight at a middle aged lady with a permanent scowl etched onto her face.

"Josie!" She screamed

I looked around the room in confusion. As far as I knew, there was no 'Josie' in that class. Either I had been paying less attention than I thought, or Miss. Neam had finally lost it. Well actually, I was pretty sure she had lost it long before I had come into her life.

Her eyebrows fell farther down her face and she again yelled. "Josie!"

It was only then that I realized her eyes were locked onto me. In utter bewilderment I pointed towards myself, a questioning look in my pupils.

"Yes you, Josie Grace!" Miss. Neam demanded. "You know, I knew that you were a little slow but I never could have imagined that you were this mindless."

Laughter broke out across the class as I arched a brow. "My name's not Josie. It's-"

"Don't even try that with me! We've been over this honey, I don't do nicknames." She sneered with a look of disgust.

"It's not a nickname," I said. "My name's Joey."

A skeptical look took her over.

"Yeah, there's no way anyone would name their daughter 'Joey.'" She mocked

At that moment I had no idea what I could possibly do. I just shot my hands up in the air and said, "I don't know what you want me to say."

I guess I offended her in some way as she immediately stood from her desk chair.

"I think me and your mother are gonna need to have a little chat about your attitude. Maybe then I can ask her where you picked up that ridiculous nickname."

Anger boiled through me but I was able to ball my fist and contain it.

"Good luck," I muttered.

I must have said it louder than I thought though because she immediately demanded, "what was that?"

I knew instantly afterwards that I had made a mistake, that I should have just let it go. Instead, as a feeling began to expand in my chest I replied. "I said good luck talking to my mom, since I haven't been able to in about eight years."