Percy Jackson One Shots

Tessa Black

Dedicated to @_ReadingQueen_ for the rad OC. I hope you like.

I pull my stuff from out of the trunk of my mom's minivan and begin to haul my suitcase to the checkin area. Camp Walla Walla, the happiest place in America the sign next to the entrance reads. I breathe in deeply, excited for my next two weeks of sleep away summer camp.

I dump my stuff by a tree and walk quickly over to the checkin tent, where my parents are signing me in. A camp leader — Adidas — gives me a tour of the place and leads me to a line of other campers waiting to get their hair checked for lice.

I bounced in the line, excited to meet people, but too shy and nervous to even try to talk to the person in front of me. After finally getting my hair checked, a different counsellor — Tree Bear — takes me to my cabin. Cabin 6. Tree Bear explains that cabins 1-5 are for the boys while cabins while 6-10 are for the girls.

I walk into the cabin and nervously wait as the girls around me inspect their newest member.

"Hey," a woman from the other side of the cabin waves to me. "I'm Heat and I'm your counsellor this week."

I nod and smile. "I'm Tessa."

Tree Bear looks at Heat. "Heat, you're needed in the staff hall quick."

"Kay, thanks. Guys, I'll be back in a few minutes, just make yourself at home," Heat tells us. We nod like obedient dogs.

I look around the room and see that there's only one bunk left. I fling my bag of books onto my bed and then follow. Once I'm situated on my bunk, the other girls introduce themselves.

Names fly over my head; Jade and Emilia (best friends for forever — both have brown eyes) Katharine, Katelyn and Katrina (identical triplets — platinum blond hair and sky blue eyes with perfect tans) and Annabeth (blond hair, scary gray eyes). Like myself, Annabeth has a messenger bag filled with books propped up on the wall beside her bed. I immediately wonder if we're going to be friends. My suspicions are confirmed when she pulls out Catching Fire from her bag and flips it open.

"Omg! I love that book so much!" I yank out my copy from my own bag and hold it up.

Her eyes widen and she grins. "No way! Oh my gods! Fangirls moment!"

The two of us hold the books against our hearts and flip onto our bunks, ignoring the rest of the cabin population who are staring at us like we're lunatics.

"Favourite moment. Tell me," Annabeth demands, her gray eyes light in excitement.

"'Do you want a sugar cube?'" I quote.

"Finnick's the best."

"Omg I cried so hard in Mockingjay."

"I know what you mean. Gods, it was so depressing. How could Suzanne Collins do that to me?"

"To the entire Hunger Games Fandom you mean."

"Exactly."

Silence enters the cabin. Then a nasally voice speaks up. "You two are so weird." I sit up, my cheeks slightly tinged in embarrassment. I'd wanted so badly to make a good impression, well, at least I have Annabeth now, right?

"You're weird yourself," Annabeth tells her.

The nasally voice speaks up again. It's Katrina — I only know because Katrina is spelt out in bright sparkly pink letters across her T-shirt. "You're not normal."

Annabeth smirks. "Technically speaking, 'normal' does not exist. Because no one in this world is identical to anyone else, that means either only one person in the entire world is 'normal' or we're all weird. And if we're all weird, then technically speaking, since we're all 'weird' we're all 'normal' because being 'weird' is the norm."