Silenced (Demigod Story)

We Have To Talk

I went to my cabin, leaving Alex to do whatever he needed to do that day.  Ever sense the Stolls did the prank on the Aphrodite cabin that caused them all to have pink hair, the Aphrodite kids have been making trips to the Hermes cabin to get revenge.  I was gone during the whole mess.  I wasn’t sure if I should feel disappointed or relived that I missed all the Hermes kids that had makeovers.

My cabin was working on plants as always, and I just walked past them and plopped on my bed.  The fact that they could be so boring didn’t amuse me anymore.  I was hoping that I wouldn’t lose my sanity in this place.  “Sometimes I wish that I had a brother,” I mumbled lowly so no one would hear me.  I shook my head.  I would not wish for this life for anyone, not even if that would make me feel less lonely.

“Hi Floret,” someone said from beside my bed.  I lazily looked over and saw an old friend that I had from school.  Well, not really much of a friend because he was just a bystander of the bullies.

“Hi Dylan,” I mumbled as I got up into a sitting position.

“Wow, you can talk,” he said.  His expression of shock was extremely fake looking to me.

“What?  Were you just going to make fun of me?” I taunted.  I knew that it wasn’t nice to accuse him of that, but I always wanted to say that to the bullies.

“Why would I make fun of my sister?” Dylan asked.  I studied his tan face.  He had emerald green eyes and light brown hair.  He looked more like a Demeter kid then a Gaea kid from all on my knowledge.

My disappointment came over me and I nodded slowly.  “So, you are going to just work on perfectly growing plants all day?” I asked without much of a tone.

“No, that is more of a Demeter thing,” he shrugged.

I held my finger up to his lips to tell him not to speak any farther.  I took his right arm and pulled up his sleeve.  He had the green designs of Demeter.

Not only did I have to worry about exposing myself, I have to worry about exposing my own brother.

“Sh, no one knows and no one ever will,” I whispered in his ear.

“I don’t get what is so bad about-“he was cut off by my hand covering his mouth.

“We need to talk,” I whispered in his ear then dragged him out of the cabin.  No one noticed me pulling his ear as we descended the stairs, so no one tried to stop me.  I felt like I was his mom, I guess that I will have to act like I am even though he is probably a few years older than me.

“Why can’t we just talk inside the cabin?” he complained.

“You have no idea how much trouble we would be if anyone knew, I have to teach you a lot,” I whispered, slamming the door behind us.