Mortals Meet Demigod Heroes

Alex Vey - M

This character belongs to child_of_earthquakes . I know I went a little off character, but that's where the story lead me. Sorry. 

~~~Monday, Alex POV.~~~

"Rachel! Wake up, we're here!" I say, shaking my best friend's shoulder. She groans, batting my hand away. "Rachellllll!"

"Ugh." she groans, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She quickly wakes up, and looks out the window. I follow her gaze to the art camp that is splayed out in front of us. I see all the people, and while Rachel seems more excited about the people, it makes me nervous. I look down at my outfit, seeing my olive green t-shirt dress, midnight black leggings, black converse and a denim jacket. I quickly snap out of it, looking back up at Rachel.

"Ready?" askes Rachel, grabbing her art bag and her suitcase of clothes.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I say, throwing my art bookbag across my shoulder, and holding my duffel bag of clothing. I follow Rachel off the bus, and we head to the sign-in table.

"Names?" the man askes.

"Rachel Dare and Alex Vey." Rachel answers him, pushing back her wild red curls.

"Alright, sign here." He says, turning the clipboard toward us. Rachel and I both sign, smiles lighting up both of our faces.

After getting our cabin assignments, we walk into the week-long art camp. We check our papers, and see that we've been assigned the same cabin. I smile, looking up at my best friend.

"We're rooming together, all week!" I squeal.

"I know!" We both have huge grins lighting up our faces. We grab our bags off the ground and run to our cabin.

~~~The next morning~~~

I wake up, and see that Rachel is still sleeping. I look around at all the empty bunks around us. Not many people signing up for this week's art camp, so we have the cabin to ourselves. Rachel and I decided to take two bottom bunks right next to each other. I get up, careful not to make a sound. I tip-toe over to my duffel bag to grab my clothes, and other necessities. Then I slip into the bathroom to change.

Once in the bathroom, I set my clothes on the counter. I quickly brush my teeth, then look up into the mirror. I start calming my bright purple hair, into a neat style. Then I change into my paint splattered jeans, grey t-shirt, and jean jacket. I walk back to my bunk and pack away my my pajamas and toothbrush. I sit on the bed and pull on my black converse shoes.

"Rachel!" I yell, yanking off her blanket.

"Agg! She yells, sitting up quickly. "Alex!"

"What?" I say, shrugging my shoulders. "I had to wake you up." She groans, getting up, grabbing her suitcase, and going into the bathroom. She comes out a few minutes later in paint splattered jeans, a white "Art Is Life" t-shirt, and a flannel around her waist, her red curls tied up into a bun.

"Morning." Rachel says, fully awake now.

"Morning." I say back, as she slips on her shoes. "Shall we go?" I ask, as she stands up.

"Yep." We both grab our art bags, slinging them over our shoulders. We head toward the dining area.

"Ooh, pancakes, my favorite!" I hear someone call out as we get closer. I smile, and look to Rachel. We both start laughing, and continue towards breakfast.

After we eat, I have a painting class, while Rachel has a pottery class. We part ways, heading to our own classes.

~~~ Wednesday Night ~~~