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PERCY'S POV

I hate it. I hate this so much. Grover was prancing around this "Camp Half-Blood" like he was enjoying himself. How could anyone enjoy themselves here? It was a camp for kids who basically got ditched by there godly parents. If they were Gods why couldn't they man up enough to see their kids?

Grover smiled, coming to walk back over to me. "What's wrong?" his eyes looked worried. I shook my head. Nothing was wrong. I was just being spiteful. Why was I like this? I just saw my mother get killed and now I'm in a safe place where nobody will ever judge me. Yet, I complain about it. I wanted to leave I hated this camp. Everyone wanted to know who my father was. I had no idea.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong," I lied. Grover saw right through me. He shook his head, crossing his arms. I watched a bird fly right by us. Its eyes were following me. It was creepy here. I don't like it. Supposedly our parents were too busy to stop by. Ever since I knew about this stuff, I felt like I was being watched constantly.

What part of my life did my father tune into and say he didn't want me?

"Lying kills the leprechaun," Grover giggled, enjoying his analogy that made no sense.

"Is the leprechaun you?" I looked over at him. He faked being offended. I laughed as he punched me in the arm. This was how we worked, we'd laugh, we'd cry and we'd annoy each other half to death.

"AH!" he screamed, "is that because I'm short? It is isn't it?!" he snorted. I shook my head, feeling terrible for how I had worded it. He giggled, "I'm kidding, Per," he whispered. We sat down in silence. I felt lighter, hoping that Grover had forgotten about my horrid lie. I never lied to anyone. Here I was lying to my closest friend.

"Actually something is wrong," I whispered. Grover sat silently, sitting up straighter. Listening. He was a good friend. Did I deserve such a great friend? I don't know. "I feel kinda lost. I just don't understand this whole "son of a god" thing," I sighed. I was worried Grover would make fun of me. He, however, did not.

"What do you not get?"

"I just-" I fell silent. "A god? Related to a god?" I tried to clear my throat. I was sort of tearing up. Not in front of Grover. "Never mind, this was stupid of me," I started to stand.

"Let me know when you're ready to talk," Grover sighed, walking away from where he was sitting. I was heating up. I looked at my reflection in a glass shard on the grass. My cheeks were bright pink. I was probably having a heat flash. Or maybe Grover made me blush.

Nah...

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