On the other side of the door was a man from the waist up with curly grey hair. But from the waist down, he was a white stallion! I stuttered and tripped. “Why hello there, Miss!” he spoke. “I’m Chiron. Come in and take a seat, why don’t you!” Chiron said. We went inside the house and sat down in a chair. “Now, this is Camp Half-Blood. A place where demigods like you can train.” Chiron said. “Train? For what?” I asked. Chiron had a concerned look on his face. “Don’t worry, as long as you stay here, you’ll be safe.” Matthew snorted. Chiron turned to him. “As for you, I’m sure you’ve already been claimed?”
“I… don’t…” Matthew stuttered, as a brunette girl in a leather jacket appeared in the doorway.
“Chiron,” The girl said. “Should I give her a tour?” Chiron nodded, and the girl walked right out the front door and I abruptly got up and followed.
“So, what’s your name?” I asked. “Ivy. Ivy Black. Yours?” “Well hi, Ivy, I’m Katelyn.” Ivy pointed to the lot of cabins. “Those are the campers’ cabins. There are ones for children of Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Hades, Apollo, Hermes, Athena, Ares, Hypnos, Iris, Hecate, and more.” Ivy explained. “For now, since you haven’t been claimed, you will be staying in the Hermes cabin, because Hermes is the god of travels and he is always open for new people.” Ivy stated through her teeth. Her tone said “THIS WAS SO REHEARSED, KILL ME NOW” but her fake smile said “Welcome to the training for your death! I hope you have a terrible time!”. “Which cabin are you in?” I asked. She rolled her eyes and said “My butt-head dad’s, Ares.” Just then, a spear flew by and nearly impaled her face. “Love ya, dad!” Ivy said quickly. I had an idea about all the Greek gods and goddesses; I just never expected them to actually be real. Standing next to me was an actual daughter of the war god Ares. I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that I am related to a Greek god or goddess myself. I shivered at the thought. “Over there,” Ivy continued, “Is the dining pavilion.” Ivy pointed at the stables, the forest (which was forbidden for the juniors and some of the older kids) and the armory (her personal favorite). “Now, you need your own camp tee. My sister can hook you up.” She led me to the Hermes cabin, where inside was a young girl, no older than 14 on the floor, trying to pick a red leather diary lock. “Zanobia!” Ivy snapped. The girl threw her book under a nearby bed and smiled. “Was that my diary?!” Ivy exclaimed. “Pfft, no, it was… um…err… So, what did you need?” she got up and leaned on the wall. “Katelyn here needs a camp tee and necklace.” “Ahh, I just stole--- I mean got some!” Zanobia said. “Don’t worry, she won’t tell. RIGHT?” Ivy glared at me with her brown--- wait no, red eyes? Either way, she looked at me as if to say “Say yes unless you want to get maimed like gummy dinos on a straw!” “I won’t tell, I guess…” I said. “Great!” Zanobia handed me a bright orange tee shirt that had “Camp Half-Blood” in black writing on the front, with a silhouette of a Pegasus on it. “You owe me more inventory!” Zanobia added, “Who are you anyway?!” “Oh, sorry,” Ivy said, suddenly gnawing and biting the heads off of dinosaur gummies. “Zanobia, Katelyn, Katelyn, Zanobia, LET’S GET THIS PARTAY STARTED!” “And here is the necklace.” Zanobia shoved a leather necklace at me despite the fact that I am vegetarian strictly for the animals. “You will get beads on your necklace every time you survive a year.” She explained. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the flipping phone! Survive what exactly?” I exclaimed. “Oh, you know, blood thirsty monsters who love the taste of demigods in the morning. No biggie.” I had a horrified look on my face. “Okay, great orientation, you guys! Buh-bye now…” I swiveled toward the door to run, but Ivy grabbed my hood and said “Oh no ya don’t, get your pajama wearing butt back in here!” she stomped on the wood flooring. Zanobia laid the necklace on the shirt and said, “I can smuggle you some shorts, too if you like?”
As we snuck towards the camp I came up with a quick plan and discussed it with the girls. “When we steal stuff, we usually take it and run, and deal with the punishment of cleaning the dining pavilion.” Ivy giggled. "So, you got the plan?” I asked for the 5th time. “Yes,” they both replied.
I marched in there with confidence until I noticed the blonde boy reading a book behind the counter. When I got up to the counter I froze and then shook my head to snap out of it. Focus, Katelyn, Zanobia and Ivy are counting on you, I thought. As I pulled myself together, the boy looked up from his book and asked me “Can I help you with anything?” In a soft tone. CHIL OUT! I thought to myself. “Hi, I just got here, and I’m a bit weak, can I get some ambrosia and nectar?” I asked. He nodded and pointed to a display table. I pretended to look at the sign and said “Oh, I don’t have any drachma. I guess I’ll see you later, um… what’s your name?” “I’m Trevor Ackerman, and you are?” his dark blue green eyes smiled at me along with his mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Zanobia waving me down, and I said to Trevor, “Leaving. I’ll see you around,” and I quickly bolted out the shop.
I ran up to Ivy and Zanobia. “You totally like him!” Zanobia gagged, as Ivy smirked. “I totally don’t. I’m not allowing myself to crush on people until I’m thirteen!” I protested. “Riiiiiiiiiiiight. Wait hold up, you’re not thirteen?” Ivy sounded so surprised. “I’m eleven.” I admitted, and started to clam back up. “Cool.” Both Zanobia and Ivy said in unison. Ivy handed me the shorts and said “So you can take a shower and change or something,” and I took that as a nice way of saying that I smelled like a homeless skunk watching a horror movie. “Thank you, guys!” I said as I grabbed the shorts.
“I… don’t…” Matthew stuttered, as a brunette girl in a leather jacket appeared in the doorway.
“Chiron,” The girl said. “Should I give her a tour?” Chiron nodded, and the girl walked right out the front door and I abruptly got up and followed.
“So, what’s your name?” I asked. “Ivy. Ivy Black. Yours?” “Well hi, Ivy, I’m Katelyn.” Ivy pointed to the lot of cabins. “Those are the campers’ cabins. There are ones for children of Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Hades, Apollo, Hermes, Athena, Ares, Hypnos, Iris, Hecate, and more.” Ivy explained. “For now, since you haven’t been claimed, you will be staying in the Hermes cabin, because Hermes is the god of travels and he is always open for new people.” Ivy stated through her teeth. Her tone said “THIS WAS SO REHEARSED, KILL ME NOW” but her fake smile said “Welcome to the training for your death! I hope you have a terrible time!”. “Which cabin are you in?” I asked. She rolled her eyes and said “My butt-head dad’s, Ares.” Just then, a spear flew by and nearly impaled her face. “Love ya, dad!” Ivy said quickly. I had an idea about all the Greek gods and goddesses; I just never expected them to actually be real. Standing next to me was an actual daughter of the war god Ares. I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that I am related to a Greek god or goddess myself. I shivered at the thought. “Over there,” Ivy continued, “Is the dining pavilion.” Ivy pointed at the stables, the forest (which was forbidden for the juniors and some of the older kids) and the armory (her personal favorite). “Now, you need your own camp tee. My sister can hook you up.” She led me to the Hermes cabin, where inside was a young girl, no older than 14 on the floor, trying to pick a red leather diary lock. “Zanobia!” Ivy snapped. The girl threw her book under a nearby bed and smiled. “Was that my diary?!” Ivy exclaimed. “Pfft, no, it was… um…err… So, what did you need?” she got up and leaned on the wall. “Katelyn here needs a camp tee and necklace.” “Ahh, I just stole--- I mean got some!” Zanobia said. “Don’t worry, she won’t tell. RIGHT?” Ivy glared at me with her brown--- wait no, red eyes? Either way, she looked at me as if to say “Say yes unless you want to get maimed like gummy dinos on a straw!” “I won’t tell, I guess…” I said. “Great!” Zanobia handed me a bright orange tee shirt that had “Camp Half-Blood” in black writing on the front, with a silhouette of a Pegasus on it. “You owe me more inventory!” Zanobia added, “Who are you anyway?!” “Oh, sorry,” Ivy said, suddenly gnawing and biting the heads off of dinosaur gummies. “Zanobia, Katelyn, Katelyn, Zanobia, LET’S GET THIS PARTAY STARTED!” “And here is the necklace.” Zanobia shoved a leather necklace at me despite the fact that I am vegetarian strictly for the animals. “You will get beads on your necklace every time you survive a year.” She explained. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the flipping phone! Survive what exactly?” I exclaimed. “Oh, you know, blood thirsty monsters who love the taste of demigods in the morning. No biggie.” I had a horrified look on my face. “Okay, great orientation, you guys! Buh-bye now…” I swiveled toward the door to run, but Ivy grabbed my hood and said “Oh no ya don’t, get your pajama wearing butt back in here!” she stomped on the wood flooring. Zanobia laid the necklace on the shirt and said, “I can smuggle you some shorts, too if you like?”
As we snuck towards the camp I came up with a quick plan and discussed it with the girls. “When we steal stuff, we usually take it and run, and deal with the punishment of cleaning the dining pavilion.” Ivy giggled. "So, you got the plan?” I asked for the 5th time. “Yes,” they both replied.
I marched in there with confidence until I noticed the blonde boy reading a book behind the counter. When I got up to the counter I froze and then shook my head to snap out of it. Focus, Katelyn, Zanobia and Ivy are counting on you, I thought. As I pulled myself together, the boy looked up from his book and asked me “Can I help you with anything?” In a soft tone. CHIL OUT! I thought to myself. “Hi, I just got here, and I’m a bit weak, can I get some ambrosia and nectar?” I asked. He nodded and pointed to a display table. I pretended to look at the sign and said “Oh, I don’t have any drachma. I guess I’ll see you later, um… what’s your name?” “I’m Trevor Ackerman, and you are?” his dark blue green eyes smiled at me along with his mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Zanobia waving me down, and I said to Trevor, “Leaving. I’ll see you around,” and I quickly bolted out the shop.
I ran up to Ivy and Zanobia. “You totally like him!” Zanobia gagged, as Ivy smirked. “I totally don’t. I’m not allowing myself to crush on people until I’m thirteen!” I protested. “Riiiiiiiiiiiight. Wait hold up, you’re not thirteen?” Ivy sounded so surprised. “I’m eleven.” I admitted, and started to clam back up. “Cool.” Both Zanobia and Ivy said in unison. Ivy handed me the shorts and said “So you can take a shower and change or something,” and I took that as a nice way of saying that I smelled like a homeless skunk watching a horror movie. “Thank you, guys!” I said as I grabbed the shorts.
ok now a lot of you are saying "what the hell? what the fuck dose this shit have to do with percy jackson?" well the answer to that is i got bored and wanted to annoy some people on the internet. part one goth: ok now when most people think of goth they think of a hot chick with blue hare and nice eye liner and stuff you know something like thalia. well you are wrong, that is punk my friends THIS is goth, a creepy chick with bat wings and black robes and over the top make up and some will get there tungs slit to be like a snake and stuff like that.
part 2 emo is not goth: emo kids dont look goth at all!! they just like to slit there wrists in the bathtub
part 3 whatever: so ya whatever thalia is punk and crap and la la la
part 2 emo is not goth: emo kids dont look goth at all!! they just like to slit there wrists in the bathtub
part 3 whatever: so ya whatever thalia is punk and crap and la la la
then what are we waiting for?i asked.nothing!!she replied.we both jumped out of the pool and i told my mom what had happened.she looked flushed.why would any mother treat a 9 year old girl like that?she asked.dont know i replied.she gave the girls mom a horrified look.lets go she said bruskly.by the way whats your name i asked the girl.paige she said.paige what?i asked.cloony she replied.whoa like the actor george cloony?yeah she said hes my grand-dad.cool i replied my grand-dads the titan lord who i killed i said.your a child of the big 3?she asked.yep.posideons my dad.so THAT explains the breathing under-water.yep.we were about to iris-message chiron when paiges mom jumped out at us.but she wasnt paiges mom she was a furie.what have you done to my mother?paige screamed.i should have expected it my real mother would let me have fun! sudenly paige turned to stone.PAIGE!!!!i screamed.i slashed my sword and it cut right through the furie.