My vision is fading and the grass under me is spinning slowly. I feel myself collapsing and then pitch darkness. *** “I dunno, she could be concussed. We’ll just have to-“ I’m rubbing my throbbing head. “Well now I can find out.” A girl in a neon orange shirt and overalls looks at me. She had dark skin and green eyes. Her sleek black hair was in a messy bun. She had lip gloss on and mascara. Glitter sprinkled her cheeks and nose. She had green daisy clips in her hair. Her overalls were green and coated in dirt. She had a flower in her overall pocket. The girl she was talking to had tan skin freckles galore and a messy brown pixie cut. She was wearing the same shirt with dark gray cargo pants. She also had an embroidered beanie with suns, smiley faces and an orange pink and white pin. “Hey, erm,” the first girl says looking at a clipboard “Lucy.” She says. “Do you remember what happened?” She asks me. Me lying in a bed dazed and in pain mutters “Where am I?” I sit up. The girl with the pixie cut says "You're in the hospital wing." The overalls girl rolls her eyes "In camp half blood... read the shirts." she says annoyed. The other girl was just looking at her in a "That was rude" expression. "Bella calm down, she doesn't know!" she says. Bella or overalls girl looks at the other one saltily. "Monica, I'm tired, I haven't been able to go in the field all day!" Monica now upset with her friend. “So what? Are you not used to not getting what you want? Because you really should be!” Then she sighs. She looks at me with pity, “I’m truly so sorry about that. It’s been a long day.” I blink a few times. A long day? Last I recalled it was only morning. “Wait, what time is it?” I ask urgently. Monica looks up at me, “Erm, let’s see here…” she says now standing she walks over to the window. She then walks to the other one and says “Sometime around noon. “ Monica says. Noon! How long have I been asleep? I mean really my parents must be worried sick. Oh god don’t forget my sister she’s probably sad and worried. And what’s my mom doing? She probably called the police! “Where’s the exit and how do I get to New York?” I ask, Bella rolls her eyes. “That’s funny you’re already thinking of leaving. Like Chiron would let you.” I squint at her and shake my head slightly. “He’s the activity director. Also kinda the corrector for Mr. D. He’s the camp director.” Monica clears up. “Plus your weak and Chiron wouldn’t want you getting hurt especially since now your a target.” She adds and laughs airily and tensely. “English?” I say. Monica takes a deep breath. “I wouldn’t want you to learn this so soon but…” Bella interrupts, “You’re a demigod.” I fake laugh. “Haha very funny.” Both Monica and Bella looked serious though. Then I realized they weren’t just saying that. They meant it . This time I actually laugh “No, you’ve got the wrong girl I-“ they held their ground. Plus I couldn’t argue with my common sense. Why else would I be in a camp during school hours? With the name of camp half blood referring to blood that is half mortal and half immortal. Then I feel like the silence got so much louder. “Well then who’s my parent,” I fight off a tear “who’s my actual mom?” I ask. “We don’t know.” Bella says. I look down to the blanket my fists clenched. My brow furrowed and I throw my blanket off and get up. I start storming out. “Wait you shouldn’t get up-” Monica said a moment too late, I slammed the door behind me wearing my dirty clothes from the attack. I find the nearest person “where can I find this Chiron guy?” They point to a large building “he should be there.” I storm off again. I get to the doors, I open them and see a half horse man and an unhygienic plump guy with soda in his hand. “Whichever one of you is Chiron I need to talk to you!” The two look at each other “oh great another angsty teen to deal with.” Says the greasy haired one. I look over at him “what was your name again?” I glare at him “we never met.” I say. He scratches his crumb filled beard “oh that so? I can’t recall.” He says bluntly. He takes a sip of his soda. The horse man (walks, trots whatever) to me. “What is your name young half-blood?” He asks me, this guy-horse has brown gray hair and a beard that’s not messy or filled with crumbs. “Lucy,” the humorse (y’know like human horse) looks at me “last name please?” I look up at him “Strales”. He nods “ah yes our newest camper.” He extends a hand to me “what is it you wanted to discuss with me?” So this is the guy huh? “Who’s my mother?” Chiron sighs “ that’s a funny matter, gods choose when to claim their children.” I look at Chiron "claim?" I ask. What does he mean by claim? I hope a giant hand doesn't come out of the sky and take me. That would just be weird. "What I mean by that is that eventually a symbol will appear over your head. Or something will happen and depending on what that event is it tells us who your godly parent is.” He takes a breath. Great, so this was pointless! “Ok so that’s
Cool and all but my dad’s probably worried sick. Not to mention my sister she’ll miss the bus or something-“ then both of them stared at me. “What?” Chiron stepped closer. “I suggest you look at yourself. I look down, it seemed I was pinkish but more important what was I wearing. I mean don’t get me wrong it was beautiful but it wasn’t my normal type of clothes… “Whats this?” I ask “You’ve been claimed.” Cool so no giant hand. “You didn’t mention this part…” I nudge “Well of course not, the gods can choose how they want to do it." I blinked a few times. Really APHRODITE?! I cannot believe it. My dad. With the Greek Goddess of love and beauty? I tried wrapping my head around it "You sure you got the right goddess?'' Chiron puts his fingers to his temple and sighs "Yes, I'm sure. I have lived for many a century I think I know what I'm talking about." I roll my eyes "I might like to add as a god myself, that is undoubtedly Aphrodite." The other guy says "Cursed mortals..." He grumbles. I'm taken aback "You... are... a god?" He looks at me after taking yet another sip of soda. "Yes... did you expect a 1,000 foot glowing giant in a toga with a crown of grapes along his brow? Because I'd be glad to satisfy that need." I tried to get back at him "You know that would only lengthen your punishment by a millennium." Chiron says. "Just drop the attitude please." he requested, the guy was clearly getting impatient. "Fine..."
