νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 1-3: Did I mention how much I hate discrimination?

TEMPEST

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"What's your name?" I called back, but the blonde girl didn't answer me. I rolled my eyes and looked at the Stolls, who were snickering. "She's rude."

"She doesn't like people who call her stupid."

"Or people that think they know more than her."

"Actually, Annabeth just doesn't like people."

Annabeth, I noted. Pretty. "So, what do I do?"

"You get in line," Connor answered. "Stand behind us so we can teach you about demigods."

I did as they asked, and walked with the rest of Cabin 11. I decided right away I didn't like the way things worked here. Cabin 11 was way too crowded. I've slept in some crowded lands before- I mean, I was at Woodstock for crying out loud- but at least I was having fun in those places, and there was a sort of system. This was literally just an overrun summer camp with little godly fuckers that were beginning to annoy me.

Now, you're probably wondering, Oh, Tempest! You've been around since 1911! How have you never come across Camp Half-Blood?

Answer; I did not feel like it. I don't put off a scent anymore (since I am dead), so satyrs can't find me. In turn, neither can monsters, so I can actually live more naturally as a ghost than if I were alive. I came across other demigods a few times- once in the fifties, once in the seventies, another at Monsters of Rock- and they briefly mentioned a summer camp they went to. I had a feeling it was a place for demigods, but I never had an inclination to go there. I didn't want people finding out my current status. I didn't need some "safe haven" to protect myself from monsters and hone my skill. I had protection; a lack of a heartbeat. I learned my own skills. I taught myself how to fight (which I rarely needed to do, but sometimes, I'd see a monster and say Eh, fuck it).

I never really felt like researching the gods, either, seeing as I hated being related to Apate. Melinoe? I liked Melinoe. But I did not like Apate. I felt like she tricked my dad and burdened him with me. If I hadn't been alive, my dad would've had more money. He wouldn't have had to deal with this trouble-making feminist that ruined everything. He would've met Edith, had three beautiful babies, and been okay. He would've had enough money to cure Cosette. Maybe the killer wouldn't have gotten them.

So, I just stayed away from the mythological stuff. Of course, I knew the basic, most famous monsters and gods, but mostly the really popular myths and whatnot. I don't like thinking about the gods. I just like to tell myself I'm a ghost, I drift around, I have some fun. That's my whole existence.

Then, of course, I was exploring Long Island and accidentally stumbled in here. Then Chiron saw me and I got trapped, basically.

I'm being honest again. I did not want to find this place. But, well, I was wondering around as one does, and all of a sudden, I pass through the woods and see this big-ass blue house in a strawberry field, so I'm like, Oh shit, this is private property! I can't be arrested for trespassing again! So I went to turn around but that stupid centaur called for me to stay. I wanted to hate him but then he made me tea and cookies, so I couldn't.

As we walked, Connor and Travis pointed out all of the cabins. My favorite one was Cabin 6. I liked the design behind it; matte grey with pillars, and an owl above a massive door, as well as designs of olive trees all around it. It was really pretty, classic even. It reminded me of the colonial houses in New Orleans- the houses of people I always envied. Why couldn't they use some of their money to help my baby sister?