The Academy for Useless Super Heroes (Completed)

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I hate going on these pointless walks with my mother and father. A downside to being a single-child is being your parents favorite. You're the only child they have so you practically have to be their favorite.
"Harper, look at that nest!"
"Barb, I think it's a squirrel nest!"
"My gosh Ron I think it is!"
Ugh.
My parents are incredibly amazing at pissing me off. Especially when I'm on my period, like today for example.
I told my mom a million times I wasn't feeling up to it, but bring the great mother she is she said,
"Harps it'll be fun. The fresh air'll do you good."
I absolutely despise when she gets like this. In fact it's about how she always is. Anyways back to the present.
"Mom," I say tugging on her sleeve,"I don't feel good."
"Harper honey, what's wrong?" My dad asks.
What's wrong? I want to scream. What's wrong?!? I'm on my frickin' period that's what!
But sadly I cannot say this because we are in a public place and my dad is a guy.
Guys don't get periods.
"I just don't feel good and I'd like to head home." I say, straining the urge to scream.
"Honey it's ok, just a few more miles then we'll head back." My mom says absentmindedly as she trots ahead. I think she needs to stop taking those pills, just a few more miles?!?! What the crap?!?
I awkwardly try to shift my underwear without causing any attention to be drifted my way.
It doesn't work.
"Harper you can head back toward the car, we'll meet you back there in a few." My dad says.
Yay. My miserableness has caused me happiness for once in my life. Thank you period. I feel hot liquid and a whole lot of pain.
Yep. Last time I'm thanking that jerk.
I head back toward the car trying to remember where my dad parked it. A bird flys over my head nearly missing me.
I glance up.
Holy waffles.
What is over my head right now is a Greek warship. Something like how you would imagine the Argo II from Heroes of Olympus.
I feel incredibly dizzy.
I am going to pass out.
My brain hardly registers this before I fall unconscious to the muddy ground, getting dirt all over my favorite hoodie.
Screw you Argo III for scaring the waffles out of me.

(I do not own H.o.O or P.J.O or any of that. Remember that this is not a fan fiction and I only used this because I felt like it. Thanks for reading and sorry this is short.)