Camp Half Blood

Chapter 1

This is a diary. Well, kind of a diary.

Hi! My name is Brooklyn. I live in Boston with my mother and her fiancé. We've moved here since...well...since my dad left us. More about this later. We need to hurry up.

It all started a couple of weeks before I turned 14.
It was just a normal school day. I woke up really late, spilled hot chocolate on my new white pants and forgot my phone at home. My best friend Hannah could't pick me up, I forgot to learn for my french test AND it started raining.

'You're late' my teacher said, when I finally arrived 25 minutes later. Madame Martin hates it when her students arrive late.

'Take a seat. I hope you've studied for your exam, mademoiselle Kahn.'

My face turned red. I turned around saying nothing and hoped for a mirracle.

Madame Martin handed me the test. I almost fainted. I didn't understand anything at all.

Come on, Brooklyn, think. You surely must remember something, right? No. Literally all I used to do in the french class was stare at Frank Smith, the guy every girl in this school is in love with.

Please, Dad! Help me in this situation, and I will...uhm...idk, I will do something good. I will figure it out later, but, please, help me!

Usually nothing happends when I say this. He's pretty much...dead. But this time I was kind of lucky.

'Brooklyn Kahn, please come at the principal's office. Brooklyn Kahn!!!' the skpeakers shouted. I walked towards the door slowly, trying not to show how happy I actually was.

My french teacher gave me a look that convinced me not to ever return to her class. But little did I know I was never going to go back.

It's me again :))
Yeahhhh, I know this is really short, but I've warned you!
Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!
I almost finished the second chapter so I'll post it as soon as I can
-Mara❤️