History Repeats

Chapter 2- Ty

"Ty! Ty!" I heard mom's voice shouting as she banged on the door, "get up! Camp today!"

I sat up, rubbed my tired, still half asleep eyes.

"I'm up, I'm up, I'm -" my eyes slid shut and I woke up immediately with a jerk, "yeah, I am, I'm really up."

I sat up on the side of my bed and took a moment to wake up a little. Unlike my little (well- only by a year but I'm still older, even when she denies it) sister who is always up and ready for the day at the crack of dawn. No, I was no morning person.

I pulled on my shorts and orange Camp Half-blood T-shirt.

"Morning!" Said Mom, sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal and (no surprise) some architecture book.

Mom loved architecture. She'd traveled everywhere to see these amazing buildings and monuments and had even designed a number of hotels, galleries and other things all over the country. I quite liked it too. All of the beautiful stone works,  efficient foundations, how you could pretty much autograph the New York skyline with your own thoughtfully planned art.

"It lives!" Exclaimed Dad, exaggerating his complete shock.

"Haha." I said.

"Would you like some pancakes?" Dad asked, prancing around in his Breakfast King cheif hat and waving his spatula dramatically.

"Blue pancakes?!" I asked, smiling.

"Why, what else would they be?" Replied Dad.

"Grandma's recipe?!"

"None else would be good enough for any children of mine and there is only one man who even comes close to making them as good as Grandma Sally and he's standing right here." Exclaimed Dad.

"Of course." I told him.

Me and Lucy sat up at the table and two plates stacked with three blue pancakes each drizzled with, yes you guessed it, blue syrup.

We ate them up, treasuring each mouthful of sweet blue food heaven.

"Lucy, you have to go get dressed, unless you want to show up at Long Island in your owl pj's..." Dad told my sister. Lucy made her way back to her room to get dressed.

"We have a surprise!" Mom and Dad said, creepily in sync.

I looked at them, confused, "what?"

"Well, you have your sword, but it's not that good to be honest, is it?" Said Dad.

"No, not really." I agreed. It was just a basic Greek sword, nothing special, wasn't very balanced when I held it, it did the job, I'll admit, but it just wasn't right.

"So, here." Dad handed me a small parcel the size of... A pen. Riptide I thought. I'd heard plenty of the famous Riptide, Dad's pen/sword. This sword definitely had plenty of stories behind it, and it meant something to him, it meant a lot to him actually, and he was giving it to me.

"Open it!" Mom smiled, the look on her face telling me she couldn't wait fory reaction.

"Oh, what mystery, I wonder what it is!" I teased.

"Don't be a smart ass, you're ruining it, open it!!!". Demanded Dad, but I knew he was kidding.

I teared the shiny red paper to reveal exactly what I expected- a pen. My face lit up with a huge smile.

"Thanks." I said, and I meant it, as I hugged Dad.

"No problem, man, just promise me, don't brag too much, I know it's pretty awesome having me as your da-" Dad began, I cit him of before he could finish.

"Don't worry, I won't." I laughed.

"I'm kidding." He said, "just be good, and have fun."

"I wouldn't take your dad's advise, Ty." Mom told me, "he exploded a toilet on his first day at camp!"

"Really?"  I laughed.

"IT WAS SELF DEFENSE!" Dad insisted.

"But you did it accidentally and you just happened to avoid a swirly." Mom reminded him.

"Well, I was new to all that stuff, okay?"

"I felt sorry for you that day."

"Yeah, well I showed her, and me and clarrise set our differences aside- eventually."

"Eventually" Mom repeated.

"Yes." Dad said, "now let's change the subject."

"Oh, so you want to talk about another embarrassing memory?"

"There are more?" I asked.

"Oh, there ate hundreds!" Exaggerated Mom, "where do I begin!"