'They will never let me live this down' I thought. I was staring at the green hologram above my head. It was a dove.

I looked down, away from the hologram and tried to fix my eyes on something more manly. A certain goddess took my orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and jeans and replaced them with a Justin Beiber ensemble.

My cheeks were burning. The girls were giggling and the guys trying to keep a straight face. I know deep down they feel sorry for me. Who wouldn't?

I'm a son of Aphrodite.

I spent three years in the Hermes cabin. I'm one of those undetermined children. When we defeated the titan Kronos, the Hermes Cabin slowly began to empty out. I knew that I'd get claimed soon (I'm 14) and I had sneaking suspicions about Aphrodite being my mom. My dad was an artist and he met my mom when he was in an artist convention in Paris.

How romantic!

I mean, if you're a girl. Which I'm not. Argh! The blessing is starting to rot my brain.

I got claimed just because I looked at a Apollo guy wearing a yellow and red shirt and said, "Those colors clash." I said that at dinnertime in the pavilion in front of everyone. Whoops.

Marty was the only one openly laughing. I gritted my teeth. He's the son of Ares.

The next day I was immediately moved to a pretty cabin- I mean a prettily revolting cabin. Because it's pink. Not a man color. The blessing was still on me because my hair was perfect without any split ends.

An Asian girl named Drew was leaning on the doorframe. She had pink eye shadows. Creepy.

"Hey, this is cabin eleven. I'm going to be your councelor from now on. Or at least until a monster gets you. You will be doing everything I say and not complain," she said cheerfully. "We're going to have so much fun!" She herded me inside. The interior was also pink. It was too neat.

"Okay, that is my bed." She pointed to a huge double bed with posters of actors in the walls. "You are not allowed to go within two meters radius of it unless I order you to clean it."

She floated to the other side of the room. Covered with a pink curtain.

"This is where the other guy sleep."

My heart lifted! I thought that maybe the other side of the Aphrodite cabin will be full of cool beds, World Cup posters and most importantly, lack of the color pink.

I peeked the back of the curtain. My jaw dropped.

There were no posters but that was all that was different about the guys' side. It was also pink. There were a few guys in there but girls outnumbered them all.

"That's your bed." I forgot Drew was still standing next to me. She pointed to the cornermost bed. She gave one last smile and hopped away.

A guy, about thirteen, came up to me. He had curly ginger hair and brilliant blue eyes. He was smiling and I saw that his teeth were perfectly aligned.

"My name's Lester!" he announced.

"Okay. Hi Lester. I'm Mitchell," I said.

Well, at least I won't be lonely.