PJO/HoO drabbles (OC's)

Blind (Part 3)

So my friend Tiffy convinced me that I'm a good writer

So

Here, have this.

Please keep in mind that this story is pretty much just her life she isn't special this fanfic isn't planned this is just me throwing letters into patterns that form thoughts and ideas

Deal with it

(DIL with it)

(If you get that reference, I love you and why aren't we friends)

I JUST FINISHED BOOK ONE OF THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS KILL ME NOW I SHIPPED CLARY AND JACE BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT THE HELL!?

...I ship her with Simon now.

WARNING! MUST READ!

SELF HARM ALERT!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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"Camp Half-Blood. What exactly does that mean?" I asked, nervous.

"It means your the child of a mortal and a Greek god or goddess. Uh, no offense, really- but which one if your parents... isn't there?" Will replied.

"Orphaned. But, if this madness you speak of is true, my mom is mortal." I said calmly, glancing at where I thought the boy, Nico, was sitting.

"Oh. Sorry to hear that. Anyway, when you're healed, we'll give you a tour. I'll be back." Will said brightly, and he got up and left.

I honestly didn't care. I just didn't want to make a fool out of myself. I pushed the blanket off me, and ate the ambrosia stuff. It tasted like warm s'mores, my favorite comfort food. That was odd, considering it wasn't a s'more at all.

I tested my arm, and to my surprise, it didn't hurt. I moved it tentatively, and traced my other hand over it, and it didn't feel broken at all anymore. I glanced up at the Nico guy, tilting my head.

"So, uh, how exactly does that work?" I said quietly.

"It's the food of the gods. Heals you, unless you eat too much, which will literally burn you up." He responded.

"Fun." Note the sarcasm.

"Well, uh, hi. Name's Calaiyah. Just... Call me Cali, wouldya?" I said, the shock of the whole situation giving way to the shy nervousness that I usually always had.

"Nico." He said plainly. Friendly one, he is. Again, note the sarcasm.

I swung my legs off the side of the bed, folding my hands in my lap. Greek gods, huh? I should question that, honestly...

"I think you might owe me an explanation." I said blankly, turning my head towards my lap, tugging my sleeves down lightly. I ran my hand along the length of my arm, and froze.

I had broken my arm.

They had seen my arms.

Someone, and possibly everyone, had seen the countless scars running across them.

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Yes I know these are short chapters but I was planning on going longer but I just-

Writers block fucked me over-

ONCE AGAIN, THIS IS NOT A STORY, JUST A DRABBLE. PLEASE DON'T GET MAD AND PISSY IF I STOP WRITING IT.

*Jumps into the TARDIS and goes on an adventure with the 10th doctor*