• There is legend that there is a camp.
    A camp for half-bloods like me.
    What’s a half-blood? You should ask, half-bloods are daughters and sons of Greek gods; you know, Zeus, Apollo, Hera, et cetera, and of mortal men and women. How do I know I’m a half-blood; demi-god? Well, a satyr came to me once, told me I was. I believed him. Of course I had to because, well frankly, weird things had happened lately; such as me getting my arrow into the bulls eye on the first try in gym, and, my strange ability to understand animals.
    I hadn’t really talked to them back, most of them had…odd things to say, like; for goats they said they needed to more cabbage in their diet or…and horses complained about the worst itches in the worst of places…things like that. I didn’t suspect they’d be smart enough to talk back to me like in a normal conversation.
    But, anyways, back to it. I’d wanted to see this camp, because I needed the protection. Lately, monsters had attacked me. The satyr that had visited me had told me I was the longest living demi-god that had survived to thirteen without any help from the gods, but he told me my mother or father must have been watching over me, something like that.
    There was also a rumor going around about a criminal named Percy Jackson who had…been suspected of kidnapping his mother and blowing up his step-dad’s car and destroying a national monument, but those had been cleared when he had been “allegedly” kidnapped by a mad-man. Then Percy had been accused of blowing up a school gym, but that had been cleared when it turned out there was a problem with a furnace or something.
    But I knew better than to believe that; the satyr had told me so. He knew Percy personally and said it had happened all because of monsters, the Minotaur, the Chimera, and then cannibals in the gym accident. Seemed Percy was down on his luck.
    The satyr’s name was Grover and he said, he himself, had successfully rescued and escorted Percy to the camp, with a lot of help from Percy himself. Also, on the mythical…not-so-mythical-anymore side it seemed Percy had found both Zeus’s most powerful weapon and Hade’s helmet of invisibility, stopped a war, and discovered Kronos’s plot to destroy and take revenge on Olympus.
    But Grover had to leave soon enough; he was questing to find the long dead Pan, believed to be alive by satyrs. He was called a searcher, Grover was, a satyr that had successfully escorted a half-blood. I wished he was still that, so he could rescue me from this horrible school. I was the weird crazy chick here. People made fun of me, calling me sexy and weird compliments like that. I knew they were trying to get to me, like they did to K.K. The girl, K.K, was difficult to deal with. She believed anything related to her, boys, and love. If a boy told her another boy liked her she would believe it. But I wasn’t like that. That’s why I hated boys. They wanted to manipulate me, for their own enjoyment. It wasn’t going to happen. Not ever.
    The worst thing was, the guy I liked was kind, beautiful, and respectful. He was popular and took responsibility. Most importantly, unlike the other boys, he respected girls. All of them. But me.
    Life was miserable here. I hated the boys, the friends, everyone was ignorant. All but the knowledgeable teachers. The teachers were smart, they might have been strict, but I admired their dedication to education. If they were demi-gods, I’d imagine them all children of the wisdom goddess Athena.
    I figured my life would stay like this, especially when Grover left, then I was all alone, except my friends. I was now left here, with everyone who hated and loathed me. I thought my life would stay like this.
    No wonder I wasn’t Athena’s daughter.