morning routines

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the wooden door creaked open with a loud screech as erica moved towards the right side to reveal a tall, blonde haired and blue eyed girl. she was built well, but still managed to look feminine and pretty. she entered cabin nineteen smiling brightly with a shine in her blue eyes. her name is dynemia, a daughter of poseidon and one of my only best friends left. her genuine and uplifting smile soon turned into a mischievous one as she walked closer to my bed, eyeing the glass of water beside my bed. she manipulated the water so that it would rise up into the air and back into cup, her eyes still shining.

" i'll pour this water on you if you don't get out of bed soon, we gotta meet up in an hour at the big house to discuss capture the flag "

i laughed a little goofily and hopped out of my bed, and tied my hair into a tight ponytail at the top of my head.

" alright, dy. you got the schedule for today? and what's for breakfast? "

every morning we left the cabin when the other campers woke up, we met in the big house and had breakfast in the meeting room while the others ate in the mess hall. today our topic was capture the flag, and i was super excited.

dy was wearing a baggy white t-shirt with the "orange is the new black" logo on front with baggy navy sweatpants that had an arrow going down the outer side of the right pant.

she began to speak in her usual confident voice, but i could tell she was a little tired.

" yeah, here's the schedule for today, and after lunch instead of patrol near the armory you're going to patrol at your old post in the woods because aella has to go straight to the arena for sparring with savannah so she asked for a switch today. "

i nodded lightly and gave her a bright smile.

" alright, sounds good. thanks, and i would love to see how sparring goes down between those two. it sounds interesting. "

aella cremark is a daughter of ares and is also the cabin leader of cabin five. she's one of the best fighter's i have ever met and honestly, sometimes she scares me, but she is still really great and talented.

while aella can sometimes intimidate other campers and uses her anger to make her fighting even better, savannah uses her wisdom to anticipate moves and calculate timing. this match is most likely going to be watched by at least half the camp, unless they choose to do another elective. i'm probably going to try to watch after my patrol ends, after lunch, i go on patrol, while others are either patrolling other sites on camp or choose electives such as sparring, like aella and savannah.

savannah pierce, an immortal seventeen year old huntress of artemis, is a child of athena. sav is always super honest and she has telekinetic abilities. she is a natural born leader and i love having her on my capture the flag team because she comes up with great strategies.

dynemia just smiled at me again and waved goodbye, opening the creaking door again, and exiting out of it. erica had already left the cabin in the middle of my long thinking and so i just walked into my bathroom, washing my face, opening the little blue pods near my desk, and gently pulling out my daily contacts and pushing them into my dark brown eyes. i blinked slowly twice and blinked again three times quickly.

after pulling on my camp shirt, i just hopped into my dark blue denim jeans, slid some socks on and jumped into my shoes, walking out of the door.

heading towards the big house, which was the opposite way from the mess hall, i passed the armony where wendy martin was standing. i paused once i saw her and waved, shooting her a bright smile, moving closer and closer to the big house.

wendy martin had auburn hair that was curled every morning by an aphrodite girl. it's not that wendy is friends with any of the daughters of aphrodite, it's just that she threatens to stab their faces with a fork if they don't curl her hair. basically, wendy is the most violent and impulsive kid of ares i have ever met. i admit her idea is pretty good though, the aphrodite spawn do curl hair perfectly.

i finally reached the door of the big house and pushed opened the wooden door, stepping into the building.

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