Percabeth and the New Camper - Discontinued ✖

Chapter 1

My name is Marie-Loup, I'm twelve years old and my birthday is July 31, coincidentally the same as Harry Potter and JK Rowling's birthday (no lie). I am a demigod at Camp Half-Blood and... yeah, that's basically it.

I have thin, light brown hair that reaches the bottom of my ribs. I'm very thin and very tall, have long legs, just a tiny bit of freckles, dark eyebrows and eyelashes, a tiny bit of acne on my chin and forehead and I wear metal glasses that have a dark blue/black frame. My skin is light, my nails usually too long, dirty and only painted on special occasions. Now you're probably imagining some beautiful, perfect tween with a perfect life and whatnot. Actually, the only things I like are my eyebrows, eyelashes, and my eyes. My eyes are hazel and used to have a bit of blue, but the blue has faded, so now my eyes are basically brown and dark green. I usually wear my hair in a messy high ponytail. I normally dress in ripped blue jeans, a T-shirt, a sweatshirt and black ankle-boots with tiny skulls in the end of the already-tied shoelaces. 

Now you know what I look like. As for the way I act, I'm depressed. But, since I'm starting at the very beginning, I'll describe myself as a tween who is made fun of at her school and who's crush didn't give a dam about her. Enough introductions though, let's get started with the actual story.

It was just a normal Friday morning for me at the German-American School that I attended. As always, I was five minutes late to class. I hastily stumbled into the classroom, pulling the hood of my sweatshirt up with one hand, while the other held my binder, pencil case and Chromebook to my chest. Dr. Lynth, my science teacher had already started writing on the whiteboard. Something about the period of a pendulum (apparently the time it takes for the pendulum to swing from one side to the other and back again). I stumbled to my seat next to Claire, one of the only people who didn't make fun of me. "Hey," I whispered. "Anything interesting?" I already knew the answer. "Nope. Doing the recap. Joy. What time is it?" I checked my watch. I was known as the one with the watch. "Time for you to get a watch," I said. It was an old joke, but whenever someone asked me or Katarina what time it was, we still said it.

Claire rolled her eyes. "Very funny," she said. "I mean actually." I checked my watch. "8:23," I said. "So about 60 minutes left." Claire groaned and started banging her head on the table. "Claire?" Claire immediately stopped banging her head on the table. "Yes, Dr. Lynth?" "Please repeat the last thing I just said."

The rest of the lesson passed quickly. After science we had math, then a fifteen minute break. When we were dismissed from math, I grabbed my stuff (which I had already prepared five minutes ago, due to the fact that I, unlike just about anybody on the class aside from Katarina, HAVE A WATCH (sorry, had to put that in there somewhere) and was the first one out of the classroom. I quickly ran for the English classroom to deposit the things that I would need and ran to get my lunch. As I did so, I passed Finick, Charlie, Nash and Toivo, all boys from my class, who were still on their way to the English classroom. "Hey, Mary!", Toivo called out. "Charlie wants to ask you to the dance tonight!" I kept going, calling over my shoulder. "Toivo, that is getting really old. I mean like, fifth grade old." Toivo laughed. "Watch out Mary, I'm gonna ASSASSIN you!" I rolled my eyes and quickened my pace, trying to ignore the boys laughing.

FYI, I once accidentally said that I was gonna "assassin" them, instead of "assassinate". That was ONE time LAST year and they still make fun of me for it.

You're probably wondering (if you were paying attention, that is) why I said my name was Marie-Loup, but Toivo called me Mary. You see, my real name is Mary-Marlène, but I was often teased and called Marley at school, so I just told them to call me Marie-Loup. My parents were considering naming me Marylou, but that's boring, so I changed it. Now, directly translated from French, it means Marie-Wolf. 

Talking about French, my mom's German and my dad's French, so there's gonna be some French and German in here, as well as Greek.

Anyways, back to the story...that I don't have time to finish right now. (My chapters will usually be about 1000-2000 words, instead of 800.)