Proloug-Part 1:Shamira Nielson

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Running. Running is hard. Last time I ran this much, was in gym last April. Coach Hedge pushed me a little too far on the mile run and I threw up. Of course, the Coach didn't care. He made me get back up and finish.

Now he was pulling me along a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Wind whips my strawberry blonde hair behind me. Trees surround us and it feels like it's closing in. It seemed to be bright for Midnight. The moon is  shining high overhead. The night always put me on the edge.

I wish the sun was still out. The sunlight's rays comfort me with it's warmth. But it disappeared hours ago.

As we ran, I sung my favorite song in my head. Coach turned a corner and we began to run through trees. After a few minutes, the area cleared to reveal a clearing with a hill at the center. Coach stopped at the foot of the hill. I could see at the top was a shadow of a pine tree.

He turned to me and smiled, "We made it Cupcake!"

I​​ hate​​ night.​​ But​​ what​​ I​​ hate​​ more​​ is​​ Coach​​ Hedge​​ calling​​ me​​ a​​ Cupcake.​​ I’m​​ not​​ a Cupcake,​​ but​​ I​​ am​​ in​​ the​​ mood​​ for​​ one​​ now​​ that​​ he​​ mentions​​ it.

Out​​ of​​ breath,​​ I​​ ask​​ “Where…​​Are…​​We?”

“Camp​​Half-Blood.”

“Half-Blood?”

“Never​​mind​​ that,​​ Cupcake.​​ Let’s​​ just​​ make​​ it​​ over​​ the​​ hill​​ and​​ you​​ will​​ see.”

Grudgingly,​​ I​​ follow.​​ I​​ couldn’t​​ see​​ much​​ but​​ a​​ large​​ cabin.​​ The​​ lights​​ from​​ the​​ windows were​​ on.​​ I​​ could​​ tell​​ that​​ it​​ was​​ a​​ big​​ field.​​ It​​ seemed​​ empty​​ right​​ now,​​ but​​ I​​ bet when​​ the​​ sun came​​ up,​​ it​​ would​​ be​​ full​​ of​​ people.

Hedge​​ takes​​ me​​ to​​ the​​ other​​ side​​ of​​ the​​ hill​​ and​​ heads​​ toward​​ the​​ cabin.​​ Up​​ close,​​ I thought​​ the​​ walls​​ looked​​ blue.​​ But​​ I​​ must’ve been​​ imagining things​​ because​​ who​​ would​​ paint​​ all of​​ this​​ blue?​​ And​​ why?

“Um,​​ why​​ are​​ we​​ here?”

Coach​​ Hedge​​ just​​ glanced​​ at​​ me​​ and​​ went​​ through​​ the​​ door.​​ It​​ looked​​ so​​ warm​​ inside​​ and I​​ was​​ so​​ tired​​ that​​ I​​ just​​ followed​​ him,​​ ignoring​​ the​​ fact​​ that​​ this​​ might​​ kill​​ me.

But​​ I​​ never​​ realized​​ how​​ right​​ I​​ was.

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