Maisie Kline didn't want to be a half-blood...but she is.
So you might as well read her story.
percy jackson x femoc 🩵
tlt: ✅
tsom: ✅
ttc: ✅
tbol: ✅
tlo:...
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The rest of the summer was strange, because it was normal. They played capture the flag (though avoided Zeus's Fist). They sang at the campfire and raced chariots and played practical jokes on the other cabins. Percy spent a lot of time with Tyson, playing with Mrs. O'Leary, but she would still howl at night when she got lonely for her old master.
Keeping up with the normality, Annabeth continued teaching her mythology lessons. She seemed to enjoy it, like it took her mind off things. Maisie wished her friend chose a different therapeutic activity, so she could skip out on the sessions.
Today, Annabeth focused on the details of the first Titanomachy. Perhaps this was important for Maisie to know, since the threat of a second was on the horizon. But alas, she was bored.
"So Atlas. Remember Atlas?" Annabeth said. "Well he led the armies. That's why when the gods won, they punished him with holding up the sky. Maisie, are you listening?"
"Huh? Oh. Yes," Maisie nodded, sitting on Annabeth's bed, doodling on her red converse.
Annabeth frowned. "You're bored."
Now Maisie felt bad. "C'mon Annie. It's my last full day at camp. Do you really want to spend it teaching me stuff I probably won't remember?"
Annabeth sighed and flopped on her bed next to Maisie. "Fine. New Topic. Anything except...you know."
Maisie nodded. She was also totally content with ignoring the glaring topics that were begging to be discussed.
"...Did you know Chiron puts curlers in his tail?" Annabeth said.
"...What?"
"Yeah. He was cooped up in the Big House. So I went in to check on him. Make sure his leg was okay. And he was having a mini freak out because he couldn't stand up long enough to put his curlers in."
Maisie covered her face with her hands, feeling evil for laughing. "Annabeth."
Annabeth flipped over to whisper to her, "He asked me to do it for him."
"He did not."
"Yes," Annabeth laughed. "And I did."
Maisie lost it. "No!"
"Maisie, it was terrible. He kept yelling that I was messing up his curl pattern."
"Well, did you?"
"There was no curl pattern to begin with," Annabeth hissed. "Just do me a favor. When we see him later at the fireworks, tell him he looks good, will you?"
"I might laugh."
"You can't!" Annabeth begged, smacking her shoulder. "Then he'll know I told you. No one can know about the curlers."
"Okay," Maisie agreed reluctantly.
Annabeth narrowed her eyes at her. "That means you can't tell Percy."
