That Damned Daughter Of Apollo

{1} Introducing The Fabulous Me

Why hello.

My name, Ollie.

My personality, irrelevant.

My looks, blindingly gorgeous.

My charisma, beautifully humorous.

I was just about to say, enough about me. But, I'm fabulous, right? Any questions? I thought yes, but I am surprised nobody asked me. Huh. Great fans you are. Kidding.

"Hello, Abbey-Kate." I said to my friend, who went by that name or maybe not. Maybe she was a secret spy agent from the CIA. "Hey, Ollie. Random thought of the day?" she asked me. Me and her, we did this random thought of the day like, for example, not that we ever thought of it, how John Green could make someone cry (sadly) and cry (laughtery).

"Well, I was thinking, why do people say 'Kidding' when they tell a joke or something? Why can't they say 'I'm adulting' or 'I'm grandparenting'. Have you thought about this?' I say. I was actually really getting into this subject, so much I was annoyed about how, what would I call it, ageist? Yeah, how ageist people were when it came to when they were just joking.

"Ollie Alyssa Summers, thou have made the most interesting question I have ever heard." Abbey-Kate said after a long pause. Abbey-Kate was a hunter, so she spoke all weird and posh but she had her specialties. She snuck out some bows and arrows to me, which I needed a lot.

"I am so hungry." I said.

"Me too. Mess hall?"

"Mess hall."

"Maybe mess hall could be our always." she said. I burst out laughing. Like I said, she had her specialties. Like, she loved The Fault In Our Stars and she was a fangirl.

"Abbey-Kate, please, don't make me cry again." I said as we arrived at the mess hall.

"Should I sit at the Hecate table or the Artemis table?" Abbey-Kate said, kind of awkwardly walking to one table, waving at the campers sitting at it, then walking up to the other one, doing the same. I giggled.

"Just sit with me." I laughed, patting on the empty part of the bench beside me when I had stopped laughing.

"But-" she started.

"I am the head counsellor of the Apollo Cabin and I demand Abbey-Kate to sit beside me, on this very bench at this time of nine o'clock in the morning of the thirty-first of July, in the year of two thousand fourteen." I shouted throughout the mess hall. Abbey-Kate giggled a bit, blushed and sat beside me. Then another girl, who I didn't know, sat down beside Abbey.

"Hey." she said. She had purple hair with teal highlights, her eyes were bright green.

"Good morning, unknown girl." I said.

"Oh, sorry, I'm Katelyn." she said. She looked about my age.

"Hi Katelyn, I'm Abbey-Kate."

"Can I call you Abbey?" Katelyn squealed.

"Yeah!" I squealed, imitating her hand movements, which were like her two hand loosely clenched and they were just underneath her jaw. You know, the squealing pose.

"And, you?" Katelyn asked me, suddenly going all serious. I looked at my empty plate, closed my eyes and tried my hardest to imagine Ray bans sunglasses. Magically, when I opened my eyes, they were there. I put them on and coughed.

"Well, I'm Summers. Ollie Summers. Ollie Alyssa Summers." I said in a Boston-ish low accent. I put the glasses down a bit onto the tip of my nose and stared at Katelyn for a few second. "That was uncalled for." Katelyn said and dug into her just appeared scrambled eggs. I gave the sunglasses to a passing satyr and tried to imagine pancakes with maple syrup.