Anais

III

Why me? You couldn't it just happen to the others. After that explanation, there is one thing for sure. This is all the gods fault. I stared into the strawberry fields. Even the beautiful smell couldn't calm my rage. It's the god's fault. Their fault I always had to share. Their fault mom is dead. Their fault I had to live with horrible adopted parents. This sucks.

I thought about my mom's last words. I was in kindergarten, with a perfectly normal life. She crouched down on my level, and waited until Nashali left the room. "Remember this child, you are important," she had said. I replied, "What do you mean mommy?" I was five ok! "You won't understand now, but you are important to the Argo threes crew. You may even be the most important. Take heed, your life is about to change greatly, but I have faith you will find your way. Follow the path I've laid for you. Avenge me."

I didn't even know what avenge meant back then, but now I wondered. How could she say that before it happened? Had she known? Why wouldn't she escape? I kicked the dirt uselessly and tugged the bow from my back. It was a wooden shortbow, painted white with a gold ring marking where you hold it on the top and button. Why the top? Who knows, who honestly cares.

I turned and leaned on the fence. Off to the right was a place that looked like a forge. I hadn't been inside, but based off the constant and loud banging, I'll go ahead and say it was something like that. Seriously though they never stop. Bang! Bang! Bang! All day long! Sorry about that, I'm easily distracted.

Lying in front of me was the armory where I had gotten my weapons. I got the bow I mentioned, and a normal celestial bronze dagger. The quiver was gold, and was enchanted by Hecate cabin to have infinite arrows. There all celestial bronze tipped, with a wooden shaft that was painted white to match the bow. I guess Hecate is the goddess of magic and witchcraft. Hephaestus cabin also helped.

Anyway, to the left of that was the Pegasus stables. Yeah I'm not going over there. I wonder what time it is? I sprinted over to the cabins where I last saw Anthony. The only person who has a watch in our class. Well, Samantha has a fitbit, and it does everything but tell time. Rich kids are dumb.

I saw an arena that looked pretty cool, but I ran into someone. I felt small thud, and saw a blonde blur tumble to the ground. His hair looked like the gravy at KFC, oh it's Finlay. "Dude, watch where you're going!" He said, slightly angry as he brushed his clothes off.

"Sorry, not really, but sorry," I said reaching out my hand to pull him up. He reached for my hand, but at the last second I dabbed and walked away.

"Why are you all so mean to me!" He cried out. Probably because he's the most dumb, annoying, not funny kid on Earth! He would scare away Trump! About a little ways down there were three kids leaning against a black cabin. Anthony, Tyler, and Jordan. Anthony still had his clothes tattered and torn, but the cuts appeared to be healing well. Tyler like usual was making a bow and arrow out of a ruler, some rubber bands, and a paper for the arrow. Jordan just stood there with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

My hair blew in the wind as I ran over to the trio. "Anthony what time is it."

"2:00 almost. About time for the tour." Yay a tour. It's going to be a long day.

For a camp that mostly trains crazy people to fight weird monsters and wield powers, this camp is pretty nice. To start, they have a huge circles, spirals shape of cabins. The biggest cabins were newly redesigned by a daughter of Athena I think? They are for Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Ares, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, Hermes, Hades, and Dionysus.

They also have a series of showers and restrooms near them, so I guess we don't have private ones. They an armory, a arena, a forge, strawberry, and a lot more things unimportant to right now. So apparently we can have any god for a parent. Even minor gods which also have cabins at camp.

Now you might be thinking, if your children of gods, aren't you gods. Well the answer is no. We are children of a god and a mortal, so were only half gods. Yay. And apparently a god will claim us at campfire. It just seems so, wrong. Never visiting us, causing bad things to happen. It makes me feel like part of a video game. A character sitting in the background, waiting years and years to be unlocked.

I sat on a rock looking over camp. The sun was beginning to set, and everyone was eating dinner. I didn't want to eat though. What's the point. Theres way too much to take in about this life as a half god. Why can't I just be normal. I wish I was a mortal. Maybe If I was mortal mom would still be here. We would be at a normal school, with normal kids. Not crazy people like us.

"It's not that bad," someone said.

"Yeah it is," I said without turning. I already knew who it was. I took a normal arrow from my quiver and moved it through my fingers. The tip was so sharp I knew not to dare touch it, but the feathers on the end were soft and felt nice. It relaxed me to just running my fingers over it. "It's all wrong."

A confused Nashali sat on the rock next to me. "Why, I thought you'd love cool powers. Saving the world and stuff."

I laughed. "Your good you know, you should be a comedian!" She sighed. I could tell she wanted an answer but I just didn't have one. How was I supposed to say this was bad? Actually plenty of reasons, so I decided to just glare at her instead. Her facial expression didn't change any. I've been told my glare isn't very good. Anyway, the conversation was cut short with the blow of a coach horn. Campfire now, I think.

I stood up and brushed the dirt off my pants, or tried to. Stupid not removable dirt! Curse you! I'll drag you into the underworld and let you, ok, getting off topic here. I hate that dirt though. And I don't really have anything to wipe it off with, god who cares! I stood at the top of half blood hill. Me and Nashali began to walk down, well Kind of. I just tripped and ragdolled down the hill. Yay now I have grass stains. I hate my life.

So pretty much I look like a running dust ball. Because that's just what everyone wants. Alas I finally just let myself roll to the bottom. What's the point in looking good around here anyway. Well apart from Samantha anyway. But rich people gonna be weird and obnoticus right?

I stood up and walked into camp past a few empty volleyball courts and the arts and crafts house ish thing. I didn't bother waiting for Nashali because, well I don't care. Probably still running down the hill. I really wish I could choose if I wanted to be a demigod or not. I would choose not, and make all the people I hate be one. And I hate a lot of people.

I looked at the snapped arrow in my hands. Just like the twig in second grade. Of the brick in fifth. All I felt was a cold breeze, and the small voice in the back of my head whispering. This will be you one day. I will snap you.

I tossed the arrow angrily to the ground letting the two halfs fly off beside me. Why me, I thought. Why is it always me. I didn't really notice Nashali making it next to me until she was basically dragging me forward. I groaned. Claiming. Yay. Again, WHY!

I don't even care at this point. I highly doubt that me of all people could be a demigod. Seriously, I'm not very smart, or powerful, or tactical, or anything that might be good for one of us. As much as it sucks to say it, I'm pretty useless. But as Anthony says, it sucks to suck. Oh, that sounds weird.

Anyway, thinking of Anthony I didn't see him anywhere. People all took seats by the campfire talking casually like all this was normal. I guess for them it was. Everyone stopped talking when I sat down with the others. They just stared at us like they were waiting for something. Percy was in the back face palming into a brick for god knows why. Or, gods know why. Or do they? Do we say gods now? Ok I don't know, you don't care.

They kind of looked at us like when dogs see a bunch of meat or sausages in movies. Or Jordan with too much candy. I could have gotten badly hurt! Anyway, the awkwardness level was over nine thousand. And to top off this day of utter stupidity Tyler has a floating fiery hammer above his head. Honestly I'm not even surprised anymore, but everyone else seemed very surprised.

Tyler, was not caring and still trying to fire mini pencils from the ruler bow. Now that I think of it I don't Anthony anywhere among us. I looked around the crowd but I didn't see him anywhere. Maybe it's because he doesn't like meeting a lot of people. At first he seems antisocial, but is a great friend after a while.

You can't forget what he did to you, said the voice in the back of my head. I clenched my fists. It was true. I could never forget what he did to me, even if he doesn't know he did it. Sometimes I don't even understand why I forgave him. Maybe because what really happened he never remembered after he blacked out.

The dude to the side of all the wide eyed campers kneeled. Why, I don't know? Oh and he's not really a dude. More of a centaur, half man half horse kind of. His name was Chiron. And I got lost in thought again. That happened a lot for some reason, and when it does I zone out completely. I just realized now I had a bunch of weird campers dragging me off somewhere. Nashali was among them looking as confused as I was.

"Where are we going," I asked curiously.

"Our cabin," Nashali said annoyed. "Where have you been?" I grunted as my only response causing her to roll her eyes. What caught my eyes was a boy with black hair sitting on the roof of the blackish cabin. I stopped moving and the others looked at me confused. No one could be more confused then I am right now, I thought.

"I'll catch up." They nodded almost in sink and walked off. I noticed the black cabin didn't really have a way to the roof, but I had my ways. By that I mean climbing the side with arrows. I don't think Hades cabin will like that. When I reached the top I saw the boy sitting on the edge.

He had a red and black checkered hoodie with a skull patch on the left shoulder, and black pants. "Anthony?" He didn't move. He was frozen like a statue, but I knew it was him. The next thing shocked me completely. He disappeared. Like, completly vanished into thin air.

I stood there shell shocked by the fact he disappeared. Just, gone.