One Direction at Camp Half Blood?!

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 (SHELBY)

               “WHAT? WHO ARE YOU?!” Paige yelled.

               “I’m Grover Underwood, your senior protector,” the boy said as he walked into our apartment.

               “Grover Underwood as in the satyr from the Percy Jackson books?” I asked after I put Paige in a choke hold to keep her from killing Grover.

               “The one and only,” he said as he picked up Paige’s bow.

               “Put my bow down and explain all of this!” Paige yelled when she got out of my grip.

               “You are half-bloods and monsters are starting to take notice of you. Plus, you are starting to take notice of them and show signs if I’m not mistaken,” he said with a smirk.

               “You know about the empousa and the nightmares?”

               “Yes, I was at your orientation and the concert. We need to go now so get ready. We have to pick up some others on the way.”

 Paige and I packed up some of our clothes in our backpacks and packed our laptops as well.

“You won’t need those. You won’t be allowed on the internet. It draws monsters to you,” Grover explained when he saw our computers.

“Who said anything about the internet? I write stories to keep my imagination under control and help with the nightmares,” Paige sassed as she put on her jacket and shooter’s glove. She had her bow as a weapon and I had a hunting knife of her’s. I knew she had a pistol and a knife on her at all times since she didn’t trust strangers, so she was ready for anything.

“Alright, now let’s go,” Grover said as he ran down the stairs and lead us who knows where.