When Monday came again, I had collected all of my school nessesities, a calendar, and three amazing friends, Elisabeth, Bonnie, and Elena. As I was heading out the apartment door, I noticed a black car that look distinctly like the two before. I stared at the car for a few seconds, looked at my watch and decided that it would be best if I get to school on time, or early.
The path from my apartment building to school has several mirrors, so I noticed a group of teenagers fallowing me, one that looked like a skateboarder, another looked like a Chinese boy, a Cherokee looking girl and many others, eight in all, but a normal group all the same.
As I turned into the wrong alley, I took off on a run, only to relize that the alley was cut off. I began to breathe heavy, and I turned around, and pulled out my pocket knife from my back pocket, but before I could put it into action, the Cherokee girl walked up to me, she had a perfect face although there was no makeup on it, and her voice was mesmorizing, "You don't mind coming with us, do you? Please?"
"Um-er, well, " something in her voice just willed me to trust her and say, "yeah, sure," then I relized that I had read about this in my Greek book-charm speak. "Wait, I know what your pulling! This is charm speak, isn't it!?! Wow, real good way to get someone to trust you!" Then I noticed something, "There's only seven of you, where's the eighth?" Suddenly, someone grabbed me, pushed her toward the group, and they were all transported to "Camp Half-Blood? What's Camp Half-Blood? Why did you take me here?" I demanded.
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Daughter Of Hecate
De TodoWhen you're a short, 14 year old girl with a hard fist and an attitude, things can be hard in high school. EXPECIALLY when your a demigod.
