I find an open spot on the floor to put my things. I think about what Mara said, about half-bloods being claimed. Exactly how does that happen anyway? I want to be claimed as soon as possible, so I can get out of here. I'm specifically hoping my dad isn't Hermes.
I have to say, Camp Half Blood is pretty awesome. I found the training arena. So far I've failed at archery and wrestling. The pegasi won't let me get anywhere near them. I'm a little disappointed, the pegasi are beautiful.
I don't want to sword fight. Swords are just so big, and I'm so tiny. I'm almost a foot below average, and its not fun to be shorter than sixth graders. The bigger opponent almost always has the advantage. The Apollo campers try to find me a balanced sword, without prevail. Every single one is just too long or too heavy. Never mind using any of them. They make me try out a few anyways, and within thirty seconds of attempting to fight, each sword clatters to the floor, one by one.
I'm starting to think I don't really belong here after all. Maybe all of this is just a terrible mistake.
Then my mind shifts to the cyclops, and my stomach ties in a knot.
As the day goes on, I lose my energy. I'm really hungry. Luckily, when I think I'm going to die of starvation, it's time for dinner. Everyone sacrifices some of their food to the gods. The fire smells amazing, but I wish I knew who I'm sacrificing to.
That night, I try to sleep over the snores which seems nearly impossible. Eventually I give up and sneak outside. The night air is refreshing and I breathe deeply.
I sneak into the woods, which probably wasn't the best idea. The forest air is clean and it clears my head, so I sit in a tree for a while thinking to myself. I don't keep track of time and it feels like I was sitting there for just an hour when I see a peak of sunlight.
Shocked at how quickly the night slipped by, I rush through the trees hoping to get back to the cabins before anybody realizes I was gone.
Fortunately I'm not tired, although I was awake the whole night. If I could get back soon enough, no one will know anything.
I slide into my sleeping bag minutes before campers begin waking up. I act as if I was asleep as well, to hide my secret.
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FanfictionRya, sixteen years old, lives in southern Florida with her mother. Once Rya was born, her father left them. She doesn't fit in with most people. She struggles in school, and hates it. She probably has one friend (and he's very odd). Jasper is a crip...
