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6.5

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ɪ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴜᴘʀᴇᴍᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ (ᴘᴛ.2)

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Astrea was sitting on the stairs next to the blonde girl I'd met at the Big House was reading a book in front of the last cabin on the left, number eleven.

When we reached her, she looked me over critically, like she was still thinking about how much I drooled.

I tried to see what she was reading, but I couldn't make out the title. I thought my dyslexia was acting up. Then I realised the title wasn't even English. The letters looked Greek to me. I mean, literally Greek.

There were pictures of temples and statues and different kinds of columns, like those in an architecture book.

"Annabeth, Astrea" Chiron said, "I have masters' archery class at noon. Would you take Percy from here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Cabin eleven," Chiron told me, gesturing toward the doorway. "Make yourself at home."

Out of all the cabins, eleven looked the most like a regular old summer camp cabin, with the emphasis on old. The threshold was worn down, the brown paint peeling. Over the doorway was one of those doctor's symbols, a winged pole with two snakes wrapped around it. What did they call it... ? A caduceus.

Inside, it was packed with people, both boys and girls, way more children than I thought would be there. But the cabin room looked much bigger than the outside. As if someone had extended the room from the inside not out.

Hermes and the children who live or used to live in the cabin gave her great full looks.

There were bunks on both sides, all lined up against the wall and separated by a draw-around curtain. The back of the cabin had 2 doors which i could only assume led to the washrooms. In the central area there were beanbags, and sofas with tables and chair everyone. I thought that i might actually like this place.

Chiron didn't go in. The door was too low for him. But when the campers saw him they all stood and bowed respectfully.

"Well, then," Chiron said. "Good luck, Percy. I'll see you at dinner."

He galloped away toward what i think was the direction of the archery range.

I stood in the doorway, looking at the kids. They weren't bowing anymore. They were staring at me, sizing me up. I knew this routine. I'd gone through it at enough schools.

"Well?" Annabeth prompted. "Go on."

So naturally I tripped coming in the door and made a total fool of myself. There were some snickers from the campers, but none of them said anything.

Annabeth announced, "Percy Jackson, meet cabin eleven."

"Regular or undetermined?" somebody asked.

I didn't know what to say, but Annabeth said, "Undetermined."

Everybody groaned.

"Not nice guys"

A guy who was a little older than the rest came forward. "Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy. You can have that top bunk right over there."