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CHAPTER 3

The school year was rolling by slowly and quickly at the same time. I would look back and realize that two weeks had passed in what felt like a few days. Before I knew it, it was June again. That, of course, meant summer vacation. And that meant no more Trudy for a while.

"Why do you have to go?" I clutched onto Trudy's leg as she tried to pack.

"I-I have to… Dad told me I… Told me I needed to go to be s-safe. Would you just let go!"

I squeezed her calf tighter. She laughed in both humor and frustration.

"Sandy, I seriously need to pack. I'm not going to look like a hobo while at camp."

I pouted. "Can I at least come?"

She frowned. "I don't know… It is Camp Half-Blood. Chances are you're not allowed. You're mortal."

"But that's not fair!" I stood up and Trudy grasped the moment to speed pack. "I'm in just as much danger as you! I mean, I can see through the Mist. If I see something weird, I should be able to beat it up, right? I need training!"

"That may be true, but Chiron says monsters don't attack mortals. They're attracted to us demigods, so I really need the training."

I sat on her bed and frowned. "I wish I was a demigod."

Then, I could hear angels singing.

My mouth turned up into a devilish smile. "Trudy, the incredible light bulb moment has arrived. I have an awesome idea."

She looked at me all serious like. "No. You are not disguising yourself as a demigod. Chiron would know you weren't."

"But we could get Grover to help! You know he totally would."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pleeeease?"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because."

"That's not an answer."

"Fine! We'll ask him!"

"Hoorah!"

And the result was us showing up at Percy and Grover's dorm on a perfectly good Saturday morning. Yesterday was enchilada day, so I figured Grover was in a good mood right now. We stood at the door a second.

"Ready?" Trudy asked.

I gulped. "No."

"Let's do this."

"Okay."

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Grover, door!"

"I heard it, Perce. Jeez."

The door opened wide enough for me to notice more than enough boxers on the floor. My gaze immediately shot to the ceiling.

"Hi, Grover."

"Sandy! Trudy! What are you guys doing here?"

"Hi, guys," Percy said from his bed, where he was doing something. Not sure what. I didn't look long enough to find out.

"Hey, Percy," Trudy and I said together.

"So, Grover," Trudy started. "Can we talk to you a second?"

Grover looked back into the room at Percy, then at us. "Sure, why not?" He closed the door as he stepped into the hall.

"Uh, Sandy? The door is closed. You can look down now."

"Right. Thanks, Grover."

"No problem." He shuffled. "So what's up?"

"Okay, so." I tugged at the hem of my shirt. "I have a proposition to make."

Grover's eyebrow raised. "What kind of proposition?"

I took another deep breath. "I want to-"

The door behind him opened and Percy walked out, interrupting me. He was wearing a Yancy shirt and pajama pants.

"Hey, some dude in the connecting dorm is in the bathroom. I'm going down to the public ones."

Grover nodded. "Seeya later, then."

"Hello and goodbye, ladies." He smiled at us and headed down the hall.

"Seeya, Perce," I said. Trudy just kind of watched his wake.

I nudged her with my elbow. She turned back to us and blushed.

Grover didn't notice. "You guys had better come in."

"N-no! I mean, isn't that, like, against school rules? Or something? Like… Um… You know. Guys and girls alone in rooms with beds? Maybe not the best idea…"

I must have been hysterical, because both of them started laughing. I don't think either of them realized I just didn't want to have to walk among boy undies. I thought my panic was very called for.

"Fine, fine. Let's go somewhere else, though."

"Right. Auditorium. Back stage is really quiet after the show is over," Trudy offered.

"Let's go there," I said immediately.

After a short walk to the auditorium, we all sat in chairs around one of those Easy-bake fire deals. The ones by Hershey's and you're supposed to roast marshmallows with a light bulb. Trudy and I put luke-warm marshmallows on graham crackers with chocolate as Grover ate pop cans out of the recycling bin.

My nose scrunched up. "You have no idea where those have been."

He just shrugged. "Have you ever seen anyone drop a can in a toilet?" He went on munching away on a Sprite can.

"Okay, so," Trudy began. "Sandy wants to come to camp."

Grover choked on his can and I had to beat him on the back repeatedly to dislodge the pop can pull tab.

"What? Are you out of your mind?" He wiped saliva off of his face with his sleeve. "I mean, you're mortal! No mortal has ever been there. Ever. Well, not since May, and that did not end well."

I cocked my head. "May? That was, like, last month. What the heck, Grover."

"No, not like the month. The person, May Castellan, but that was around sixteen years ago. Chiron promised that no mortal would be allowed in again."

"So? He doesn't have to know I'm not a demigod."

Grover gave me a look like, Duh, he'll know. "He can smell you, Sandy."

I leaned forward onto my knees and looked him in the eyes. He fidgeted, most likely because our faces were roughly four centimeters away from each other. "You're lying to me."

His face stayed stone for half a second, then he broke away and pushed his chair backwards to escape me. "Okay, he can't tell the difference. Only satyrs can. But still!"

"Ha! So you can sneak me in, right?"

He rubbed his semi-fuzzy chin. "There are other satyrs, too, you know. They'd call you out. Most of them practically bow down to Mr. D."

"Mr. D?" Trudy asked.

Grover nodded. "He's the camp director."

"Right," I said. "So that's a complication."

Trudy snorted. "Ya think?"

"We could bribe them," I mused.

"Yeah, that'll happen," Grover said.

"What about that Mist thing? Can't we do something to make it so the other satyrs can't tell the difference?" Trudy asked.

Grover paced back and forth. "The Mist works mainly with sight. Scent would be a lot harder to manipulate, we would need Chiron's help. And we're kind of trying to keep it away from him."

"I say we bribe them."

"Stop it with the bribing! It won't work."

"Holy flying piggies, guys!" Trudy leaped out of her chair. "What if we disguised her scent? You know, like, with perfume and all that junk? Would they be able to tell?"

Both of us just kind of looked at her.

I thought it was a pretty good idea. And I said so. Trudy beamed. Grover just said that it probably wouldn't work. Trudy slumped back into her seat and pouted.

"But tell you what? You reminded me of a way to figure out how to manipulate the Mist."

Trudy leaped out of her chair again. "How?"

"C'mon, we need to go to the library."

And so, we went to the library. Which is a really stupid thing to have at Yancy, by the way. I mean, half of the population is either ADHD, dyslexic, or blind. Awesome. Have fun reading, guys.

I, on the other hand, love to read. I practically live in the library. I have explored every nook and cranny in the old building. Other than that really, really creepy corridor with all the cobwebs and spiders and stuff. I'm a schizo, I get freaked out easily. I opened the door once, never did again. I've noticed that lots of people just pass by it without a second look. I've never seen anyone go in.

And, naturally, that's where we were going.

AN: Oooooooh, mysterious! But not really. Oh well. Stay tuned for next chapter of SANDY HOLMES AND HER ISSUES!

OH WAIT! I forgot a disssssssssclaimer!

Disclaimer: Okay. PJO does not belong to me. Sandy and Trudy do. I don't own Hersheys or Easy-Bake. Or marshmallows. Actually, I think I may have some. Whatever. OH and I don't own Sprite. If I did, it would be flat all of the time. I think that's it.

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