I walked up the hill to Camp Half Blood with my half sister Miranda. I was telling her about my last few days of school. "Oh my god!" Miranda laughed. "Y-you liking T-T-Travis!".
I smiled weakly. After days of torture, I do not find the subject funny anymore. "Who likes Travis?" a voice behind me said. Godsdamnit. Travis. "No one likes you, Stoll. Trust me." Travis pouted his dark pink lips.
I kept walking up the hill with Miranda. We were the first two to our cabin, and we started unpacking. We talked about whatever for a minute, and then Miranda got quiet.
"Randa?" I asked. "Yeah?" "Why are you being so quiet?" "'Cause you like Travis." she said with a giggle. "I thought we had retired that joke, M." "We did retire the joke. But I'm not joking."
"Seriously, M? You think I like Stoll! Miranda, we hate each other." "I think you mean you act like you hate each other, because I'm pretty sure you to are in love." "Oh my gods, Miranda!" "Katie, I saw you staring at him earlier, you totally like him!" "Do not. Now shut up and unpack."
