The Argo III, but make it H(o)eja!

new place = new people (pt. 2!)

"Ok, so over there is Amilia, she just got her braces off, and is happy as fuck right now!" Bea told us.

"Hi!" Amilia waved while smiling at us.

"Hello!" Ana, Elsa, and I replied to her, smiling back.

"Okay, now you've seen the girls(-ish) of cabin 3! Let's move on everybody. This is Johnny, he's not here much, but he's nice. And that one over there is (Gretchen Wieners, she knows everything about everyone. That's probably why her hair is so big, it's full of secrets) Aiden."

"And we all know the one and only - Perry Johansson! Oops... sorry, Percy Jackson! He arrived three days before you guys, and now he's doing an "accross the country" quest with Annabeth Chase and Grover Underwood. They're trying to retrieve Zeus' lightning bolt, and he's so mad. You guys know that storm that's brewing up at this point? Yeah, that's because of Zeus' missing lightning bolt weapon. He treasures it with great respect." Bea elaborated, and starting going off about how it's most likely Hades who stole the bolt, but 'Gods can't steal from other gods, so he must've sent one of his kids' and 'Wait, I am a legacy of Hades, does that mean I'm suspicious of myself?'

Ok, Bea, I love you, but I don't think you should be suspicous of yourself.

Anyway, I excused myself to the bathroom, and Bea told me it was right accross the cabins, which is really nice, because imagine if you had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I think the cabins have their own bathrooms attached, but you can never be too sure. You would think that a camp for children of literal Greek gods would have good looking bathrooms with golden toilet seats and all of that.

But noooo, of course camp didn't have that!

It smelled a bit like a decade old mildew and i could see some mold in the cielings. Ew.

I decided to just wash my hands, and not draw too much attention to myself. I'm new, and I shouldn't have too many heads turned at me at a time. My aunt taught me that. My aunt is a rather strange woman with... opinions. She's very opinionated, and sometimes says a lot of stuff that can be taken as 'rather ridiculous' and 'if she goes on like this, someone will get her cancelled' (like children nowadays say).

All of a sudden I start thinking about my dad. My father. He's someone I can trust. 

My mind goes another place and I find myself going outside, proceed to sit down on a bench and not going back to Elsa, Bea and Anathea. 

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"Hi Heja Lykke, good morning!" my dad said to me, in sign language. He learned it just for me. I'm so lucky and I feel horrible because I never even thank him or say that I'm grateful. This might sound like I'm having first world problems, but I promise you, I don't.

"Good morning, Dad!" I say back, with my voice. "It's the first day of school!"

"Yes! The first day of a new school!" Oh, when was this? The first day of 3rd grade? Oh my god, that's like an eternity ago-

I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, got some money to buy lunch in the cafeteria, and just packed the last things I needed, before my dad started up the car and drove me to school. Since it was my first day at a new school, I had to go in a meeting with the principal and my parents, but in this case, with just a parent.

The meeting went well, and i got put in my class. 3C. To be honest, it was okay. It wasn't boring, but it wasn't super fun either.

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