I looked with suspicion the camp that lay under my feet. Chiron smiled encouragingly me to go down with him, but I was stuck in that place, next the huge pine. I heard my mother sigh while she wiped her tears.
I that moment I hated Chiron with all my soul, who was he to interrupt in my life telling me that my father was a God of Olympus. My life had always been perfect. More or less.
I was dyslexic and suffering from ADHD (Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder), a lot of strange had happened to me during my 10 years of life, I always got into fights, something that by the way, I really enjoy it… but removing those little inconveniences, there was no special about me.
Nothing that make me different.
I was just me.

But everyone else thought I was special, so I followed Chiron praying for it was just a joke, but after meeting Mr. D and watching the orientation film that seemed more and more impossible.
But I finally didn't believe it until I reached the cabin number 11, the Hermes one, full of children like me. A boy stood in front of me, he was tall, a college guy, I though, he had arched eyebrows, sharp nose and mischievous smile, what after a while, I learned that they were the most common qualities of Hermes Childs.

"Hi, I'm Sebastian, counselor of the cabin 11, what's your name, little man?

"Clarisse La Rue." I answered mechanically, as I was taught in military academies, showing no discomfort to Sebastian mistake. I was used to being confused with my short hair and the fact of being much stronger than other girls. I didn't care anyway.

"Well, Clarisse, like you are indeterminate you can sleep in that corner, along with the brown haired boys that look like twins and the girl with black hair, then I will notify you for dinner and I will explain our schedule. I'll steal a bag for you, go getting comfortable."

Considering that Hermes was the god of thieves, I wasn't sure if it had been a way to talk or somebody would really lose his bag, but without a word I went to the corner that he had indicated.

The girl looked me up and down with critical expression. "Are you a boy or a girl?" Asked openly.
"Silena!" Said African American look like guy, he seemed to be the oldest of all. He towards me and extended his hand. "Beckendorf."
"Riss"
"I'm Travis and he is Connor" Said one of the curly haired guys

"Wait" said the other. "I'm Travis and he is Connor." And they sank into a verbal fight to see who Travis was and who Connor was. I rolled my eyes "Stupids".

The last guy approached to me and sat beside me.

"Welcome to Camp Blood. I'm Chris." The boy would have my age, despite being shorter than me and apparently having a strong Latin appearance, with brown hair, dark skin and dark eyes. "Are you here permanently or to be determined?"

"To be determined." I replied. "Nice boy, ugly problems" Or at least, that was what my grandma always said.

"Well ..." I could see how he hesitated by my attitude. "All we are also undetermined. Would be nice that we were brothers, don't you think?" I send he a gaze that was more than clear.

"Chris shut up. She needs to think. Did anybody show you the camp?" I shook my head. "I can show you if you want" I nodded running out the door. "You don't you enjoy being with people, right?" Asked me outside.

"No. People don't like me. But I don't care; I don't like people, too." Beckendorf laughed, but his laughter suddenly stopped when somebody appear in front of us.

"But look what we have here. A rookie. Let's see how he manages."

"John, please let us pass." I glanced at Beckendorf, his body language showed fear, and turned again to the big guy. Strong and fierce. Slow and clumsy. I smiled, it would be easy.

And then, it happened again, before anyone had time to react I jumped over John, locked he on the floor, unable to move. But he, instead of crying out loud, trying to escape or anything that one might expect, he laughed.

"You know boy, and I will be booking a berth in the cabin five." Clarisse took his neck, smashing his face against the floor.

"First I am, a girl. Riss La Rue, don't forget. Second, I don't care about your cabin, but don't you dare to get close to me again. Ever! " John got up, and started to laugh with his buddies. Beckendorf grabbed my arm pushing me away from them.

"With that movement, it wouldn't surprise me you won't end in the cabin five. Ares. The strongest half-blood and the best fighters always end in that cabin."

"I really don't care who my father is, I won't spend a lot of time here "I said stubbornly.

"Unfortunately, that doesn't depend on you."

This is my second translation; if you find any mistake please tell me.