Author Note: I'm sorry about the lack of updates for about a month now. Just been real busy with my "life" and prison-I mean, school. =P I hope this is a good update, and please tell me through reviews!

Note: The Teacher's name is a mineral I learned in Science. XD.

Annabeth's Advanced History Class

And teachers are getting paid for this?

My eyes are glued onto the teacher, Mr. Rhyolite, as he gives a speech on World War II. He is repeating facts that I had learned when I was five years old; from the times I spent in my dad's study and sat next to him watching History Channel. This was supposed to be advanced History, NOT beginners. I could answer all these questions before they even come out of the buffoon's mouth.

I glance around to my other classmates. Most of them look bewildered and interested with the facts of how many people died in World War II: fifty five million and the number of people that died during the bombing of Pearl Harbor: more than 2,300 Americans, sank three ships and 180 aircrafts destroyed.

Were they not taught anything in second grade?

Third?

Fourth?

KINDERGARTEN?

They honestly weren't, since they would know this stuff.

As I kept fuming silently inside of my head, I didn't hear Mr. Rhyolite calling my name repeatedly until the frantic "Annabeth Chase!"

My head sprung up, widening my gray eyes to Mr. Rhyolite.

"Yeah?"

"Pay attention. This is useful information that you probably don't know already and I would hate if you had to miss it."

"I do know it." I said indignantly, angered that my intelligence was being mocked.

Mr. Rhyolite raised a pair of bushy, graying eyebrows. "Oh, do you?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Yeah. I learned this at least seven years ago."

From the look on my teacher's face, I knew he didn't believe me. He chuckled. "So, you could teach this class, right?"

"Yeah. I'll be teaching them something that we already don't know." I replied smoothly.

Mr. Rhyolite crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back on his desk. "Who doesn't know this stuff besides Annabeth?"

A few hands rose up at first, then others, who saw that other people were raising their hands, raised their hands as well. Everybody raised his or her hands except Mr. Rhyolite and Annabeth.

"Look at that, Annabeth." Mr. Rhyolite said with a smirk. "I guess you will have to learn it again and actually pay attention."

And he turned back towards the board, not seeing Annabeth's face full of red fury.

She muttered underneath her breath. "Your name is a stupid mineral."

Mr. Rhyolite heard, and turned around.

"What?!"

Annabeth's Advanced History Homework

Name all the countries that took a role in World War II.

You got to be kidding me. EVERYBODY KNOWS THIS!

I'm not going to answer this question since it's an insult to my intelligence.

How many people died- from all the countries – in World War II?

Where are you getting these questions from, Snapple caps?

They are totally obvious, and AGAIN, an insult to the brain that Athena blessed me with.

What was the first act in the beginning of World War II?

Why am I bothering to write something down?

THIS IS SO STUPID!!!!

EVERYBODY KNOWS THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHALLENGE ME!

Please write an essay on your feelings of World War II.

Here's my essay, dedicated to you, Mr. Rhyolite.

Rhyolite is a stupid last name. It sounds like a diet plan, or a cereal dedicated to middle-aged women who feel unconfident about themselves and need to lose weight to feel better. But really, you're last name is a MINERAL. You're probably are a mineral, explaining why you are so OLD. I can write for ages on how stupid, horrible and mean you're last name is- and that's not even starting on your personality!

You don't want to challenge students of today. You'd rather give them easy questions so you don't do a lot of work. That frustrates me, because I love learning and being challenged. This is not challenging me, not one bit!

Mr. Rhyolite Looking Over Homework.

I sat there, gaping at Annabeth's homework.

Just because I look like the spokesperson for all three of those things, doesn't mean I am!

School bullying memories all over again!

-cringe-