Blue Moon (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

I Get Hit on by a Star (Who is Not Kelly Clarkson)

I wake from a nightmare I can't remember.

Isn't that odd? I can't remember the dream at all, but I can tell it was a nightmare from the frantic pounding of my heart. I sat up in bed, eyes wide, throat dry, shaking slightly. I slowly got out of bed and looked outside. The sun was barely a line on the horizon and the sky was a brilliant shade of pink.

I pushed my worries into the mental folder I kept called "Things to Stress You Later" and got ready for the day, and the quest. I went to the bathroom, then looked at myself in the mirror and patted my bed head. It was fluffy. I quickly showered and changed, and brushed my teeth.

I packed my old school backpack with every article of clothing I owned (and wasn't wearing, duh.) That meant about three shirts, and three pairs of jeans, along with socks and underwear. My own outfit was an orange camp T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, along with some sneakers. I put my bow and quiver across my back.

I slung my pack over my shoulder, enjoying the familiar weight. The breakfast bell rang and I perked up. I like food.

I walked outside and immediately winced, and it was then that I realized I had been expecting something to be thrown at me, like a rotten tomato or a rock. I forced myself to relax and with a smile plastered onto my face, I walked to breakfast.

People were staring. Very blatantly staring. I tried to ignore them and went to sit with the Hermes cabin, but Travis shook his head.

"Sorry, bro." He whispered. "Camp rules. There's an... Artemis table, over there."

My heart sunk. "Oh." I whispered, trying not to sound crushed. I felt like a freak, like they were throwing me as far away from them as possible, as if I had some kind of contagious disease and I needed to be quarantined. Suddenly, I didn't feel all that hungry.

I sat down at the table Travis had pointed to and tried not to start crying. I squeezed my eyes shut and a single tear slipped free, racing down my cheek. I rubbed my eyes.

"I'm okay." I whispered to myself. "Yah, I'm fine."

I got scrambled eggs, and they actually looked like eggs. I stood up and went to the brazier and scraped about half of them into the fire. The smoke they created smelled like brownies, and pine trees, and all my favorite smells. I felt a little better, though not completely.

"Alright, mom." I said. That word feels odd in my mouth. "How about some explanations? And don't send Thalia. I want some face to face explaining this time."

Artemis either didn't hear me, or was ignoring me. The second option seemed more likely, and I was slightly offended by this, seeing as I was her only child. I guessed it was a bad idea to go off at a goddess, especially since that goddess already probably doesn't like you, but I was in a really bad mood.

"Listen here, Moony." I growl. "You claimed me. You could have chosen not to, but you did. And as your only child, I think you're hearing me just fine right now. I want answers, and I want them as soon as humanly possible, and you're going to give them to me. Okay? Okay."

Hands trembling, I stalked back to my seat and stuffed a forkful of eggs in my mouth. They tasted like sawdust in my mouth. Yep. Shouldn't have ticked off my mum.

(Yes, I just said mum. Deal with it, mundanes.)

I caught a glimpse of Kayla at the Apollo table, laughing with her siblings. Her light strawberry blonde hair was in a practical French braid that went halfway down her back. I felt a light flush heat up my cheeks when I realized she was actually really pretty.

Ivory was harder to see. She was farther away, talking to her brother Pollux about something. Her curly black hair was in a high ponytail.

I didn't want to finish my eggs, so I got up and awkwardly went up to Ivory. "Um... are you done? Are you ready for the quest?"