Fomalhaut

5. Who is Peter Johnson anyway? Ew.

Montauk, NY

News Fish from SpongeBob voice:
Three Months Later...

I want to cry.

Why, you may ask? Because I am standing on a beach in a hurricane watching a horse and a bird karate-chop each other and the pina colada song won't stop playing on repeat in my head. Austin just had to sing Rupert Holmes last night. Thanks to him, I've got a soundtrack to my premonition-dream of Spirit and Sam the Eagle starring in WWE.

And then I see him.

It's a boy with blonde hair (I guess blonde hair is common around these parts), rain pouring down his face. He's standing on the other side of the fight, watching the eagle attack the horse with ferocity.

Then his eyes meet mine.

My heart stutters and I only have seconds to look at him before I am pulled from the dream by some invisible force.

☽￮☾

It's Will's face I see when I open my eyes.

The 10 year old is looking at me with concern, poking my cheek. Very doctor-like, indeed.

"G'morning," I mumble, pulling a strand of hair out of my mouth and sitting up in bed, holding my head in my hands for a moment.

I squint, the bright light of the sun blinding me. I notice all the other bunks are empty. One thing I've learned here: Apollo kids rise with the sun. The only reason I haven't is because of my "terrible affliction" (I'm quoting Austin here), my ability to see the future. When I did manage to tell Lee about it on my first day, he let me know that it was a rare ability for Apollo kids. He called me a "seer," which is nice too, I guess.

Will smiles excitedly at me from where he is crouching beside my bed. "Chiron's saying we've got a new camper."

I jolt up so fast I hit my head on the bottom of Kayla's bunk. "Really? Who?"

Will backs up as I jump out of my bunk, grabbing my trunk and pulling out a pair of jeans and a yellow cami with a lyre on it, the words Apollo Rules, Python Drools displayed around the symbol.

It's been three, almost four, months since I first joined Camp Half Blood and life has been pretty great since then. I learned how to Iris Message my mom (scared the crap out of Finn too), I've been helping Kayla teach archery, the summer schooling program has been helping me with extra credits for the next school year, and I've been getting good at fighting.

Annabeth has been giving me lessons on hand-to-hand and Luke, the Hermes Counselor, has been teaching me sword-fighting. I don't really like him much, something about him is just off, but I ignore it for Annabeth. They're close, apparently.

Back to the present, Will nods. "Some guy named Peter Johnson or something. He's undetermined, but, according to Lee, he defeated the Minotaur last night, so he's a pretty big deal."

I hum, quickly getting dressed in the bathroom, before slipping on my yellow converse and following Will out of the cabin. You could say that since I got here, I've definitely upped my sense of style. Kayla's been taking me shopping and I actually wear clothes that match now, thanks to her and a girl from the Aphrodite cabin, Silena.

Kayla, Silena, and Annabeth are my closest friends.

I fiddle with the loose bracelets and beaded necklaces Silena made for me. We had a girls' night last week and made each other jewelry. Her's was baby blue with heart charms and mine was navy with sun charms.