Silenced (Demigod Story)

Run Away

My house looked peaceful like it usually did, but the ground was more rough then usual.  The roots were growing all over the ground, having Dan try to jump over the roots  while I had no problem walking over them.

"Was your dad there during the attack?" Dan asked, catching himself right before he could trip over one of the biggest roots.

I sighed, staring forward.  "He wouldn't have noticed, I will check..."  I led him around the house and to the back yard.  The back yard was full of different types of plants, all perfectly taken care of.  Dan looked over the garden in awe.

I saw my dad, crazy as usual.  He held a watering hose up to a tree muttering, "My love, my love."

"Dad?  I am going to a camp across the country now.  Bye!" I yelled.

"I am so sorry darling," he wearily stated.  "I never should have done poetry!"

"What does he mean?" Dan whispered.

"I have no idea, he has been saything that for years.  He was driven mad, I never figured it out." The back door was locked, as always, so we just walked around to the front of the house.

I walked into my house with Dan behind me.  "Whoa!" I exclaimed when I saw what Octavian was tripping over.  There were numerous roots coming out of the ground, ruining the wooden floor that my dad always kept clean.  I kneeled down and touched a root, "Oak tree," I muttered.

"Are those roots supposed to be some sort of decoration?" Dan asked.

"I wish.  Is there even a business that specializes in removing roots from inside a house?" I asked.

"Psh, people would do anything for enough money," Dan pointed out.

"True," I admitted.  "If only they would move by themselves!" I yelled while staring at the ceiling.  I heard a sound that was kind of like a creaky dock when someone walks on it.  Slowly but surely, the roots went into the ground, but damaged the floor greatly.  I ignored the damage and walked in the few places that were not ruined.  On my way to my room, I gasped at the living room.  "Good thing that I will not stay here to clean it up."

I rushed into my room before anything else could happen and grabbed my backpack from last year that hung in the closet.  While I turned it upside down so it would become empty, I thought about what I would need.  I took my journal out of my jacket and stuck it into the black bag that had a rose on the front pocket.

I then packed random clothes that I was sure that would fit.  Soon, I filled my bag with clothes, toiletry stuff, my poem book, and a pen.  I swung my bag over my shoulder and walked out of my room to start my adventure.