Hello and Welcome to my fic, which I will often refer to as Sucky school year. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to review and favorite.

***I have decided to rewrite the fic after discovering how horrible my past writing was, I hope I have improved and matured in my writing style, I strongly suggest you to read the rewritten chapters seeing as I will be changing a lot of things.

I don't own the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, it belongs to Rick Riordan and I have no intention to claim copyrights.

I am also looking for a new beta, I have messaged my other beta and she has not responded so I am re-opening the position, if you are interested please PM me.

Chapter 1~ Home Sweet Home?

My somewhat sucky school year with Travis Stoll~~~~~~~~~~~

Katie

"Here"

The young brown haired girl looked up in surprise, her eyes darting from their previous spot from in her book to meet one pair of the hundreds watching her through the rearview mirror.

"Already?" She asked weakly, her voice sounding desperate and pathetic even to her own ears. Argus nodded, the blue eyes crowded on his chin wincing as they brushed his collar.

The 16 years old sighed as she collected her things from inside the white van, hoisting up her heavy green and gray North Face backpack over her shoulder and sliding the large van door open, the gears screeching as they wound together to open the door. Katie stopped for a moment and took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the expected. The van's fragrance seeped through her nostrils, the faint scent of camp lingering in the dark shadows of the van, fresh strawberries, melting lava rocks, the strong scent of sea salt – also something all her own, or at least her cabins own. The perfume of Magnolia, Lilac, and Freesia Flowers, all blended together to form an intoxicating scent that would never fail to bring a smile to her face, it reminded her of everything. Of the dark nights pushed together with her sisters under thick comforters to whisper secrets and giggle softy, to the dark days of the war when they would stay up the early hours of the day, adrenaline running through their veins not sure if today was gonna be the day. The intense training, the constant teasing of her siblings, how on winter days Chiron would let it snow and it would be just right fo-

Katie stopped herself short. No use on thinking about home, this was her new one for the next 10 months.

Katie opened her eyes that she hadn't realized she closed and took another breath, this time only breathing in the thick, heavy air coming from outside the air conditioned van, free of any past memories. The air smelt like manure, and fresh cut grass.

She finally climbed out of the van, realizing Argus probably had to get back to camp soon and wouldn't appreciate her sitting in his van having hour long pity parties. Her worn sneakers crackled against the gravel, the small rocks radiating heat as the sole of her shoes began to warm up. She walked to the back, noticing the crack that came with each step, and opened one side of the double door van. She got a firm grip on her dark colored suitcase and pulled harshly, only to have them fly out as if slicked with butter and for her to land on her butt painfully. The rocks dug into her side harshly as she picked herself off the ground and met of the many pairs of eyes that belonged to Argus. He shot her a concerned look and she responded with a wobbly thumb up. Katie reached for one of her bags that fell onto the grass by where Argus had parked, only to have her palm throb. Katie looked down and was met with the sight of several long cuts sprawled across her thick palms, red starting to ooze out of the broken skin.

Katie cursed under her breath in Greek, this day just kept getting better and better.

Several minutes later, after she finally managed to drag all of her bags out of the van, she waved to Argus, who had only his tan arm hanging out of the van, a few bright blue eyes watching her closely until the van disappeared from sight. She said goodbye to her only contact with her world for the next months.

Katie quickly began to strip her dark green wind breaker and brown 'SAVE THE WORLD – PLANT A TREE!' T-shirt she had received for her 15th birthday, leaving her only in a loose white tank top and rolled up jeans, she would have come dressed for the weather, if only she wasn't so stubborn.

Katie turned to look at the familiar house in front of her. She did have some good memories here, before Mia and her spawns of Hades came around. She did anyways, and even though it seemed very clique she did have an evil step-mother and step-sisters also. But instead of causing her to run away to a ball, Katie ran away to camp.

She had little hope in her dads promises of how much nicer Mia had become in the time she had been away. Katie wouldn't believe it for a second.

She gave a deep sigh as she looked down to her burning hands; at least the blood had dried. Just as Katie was about to start tugging her luggage up the long hill to the house she heard a voice calling a very familiar, and very old nickname of hers.

"Flower!"

She turned and promptly began smiling, the whole reason she gave up her home for a whole school year coming back to her, her dad was here.

"Dad!" She ran fourth to the older man and locked her arms strongly around his waist. Tears that would never fall forming in her eyes as he lifted her and laughed. He quickly put her down and loudly announced,

"Well? Let me get a look at you! You're 16! My daughter, 16! Now how am I supposed to take care of 16 year old girl?!" He said jokingly, his deep voice filling my chest with warmth I never knew I missed. I smiled, feeling giddy at the last part; he seemed to have forgotten that one of his step-daughters, Amanda, was also 16.

I let out a small shrug with a wide smile on my face. He quickly lead me over to a small community of tree stumps that wasn't there when I left and began talking and asking questions about my experience at camp.

"Did you really get to grow your own crops?"

"Horses with wings? And you had to take care of them and everything?"

"So it wasn't just crazy weather everywhere?"

He was like an excited 2 year old boy watching an interesting movie for the first time and the biggest twist of the movie had happened. Each question his eyes grew wider, his laugh got louder, and soon we were scaring off the nearby birds. After I finished telling him of the time the Pegasus's got loose during Capture the Flag he grew noticeably quiet, studying my face as I talked about my last winter at camp.

"So Katie" He shifted his weight, looking slightly uncomfortable, on the stump and cleared his throat "Any boys?"

Katie jumped and shuffled away slightly as he looked down, embarrassed. "I'm your father" He said, twisting his hands together "I had to ask"

After I didn't say anything he straightened his posture "Come on, Flower" He said giving me a nudge "It's not like I can give him the boyfriend talk or anything. I'm just curious to what my Katie Bell is doing at camp."

Katie didn't know what to say, what do you tell someone when even you didn't know the answer? Katie sighed and cleared her throat

"How are Freddy and Lucy doing?" She settled awkwardly, attempting to change the subject completely.

Her father looked down with a small frown on his face but quickly recovered before the guilt could chew her up and spit her only answer out completely.

"They're doing great! Freddy broke his leg last year though" He said, referring to my black white spotted dog of 5 years, I frowned at the news but continued listening. "And Lucy's doing okay, I was thinking about maybe breeding her soon but I wanted to ask you first, seeing as she's your horse" I smiled at the thought of my horse, I had gotten her for my 10th birthday, every little girl's dream, and have loved her ever since.

I nodded "That would be nice" I said, thinking of all the small ponies I had seen in my younger years "Which horse, Charlie?"

My father shook his head, "I was thinking Peter"

We continued small talk for a couple more hours before my father suggested something that made my heart soar.

"Really?" I asked jumping on the opportunity, the awkward air from earlier completely gone.

My father nodded, a beaming smile on his face "They're all ready to go, I thought you might want to go before Mia called us in" I mentally wrinkled my nose at the mention of her but nodded happily nonetheless.

I grabbed my dad's hand and pulled him forward for him to hurry up as we walked, or my case, ran, to the stables. The fresh grass was replaced by study wood and hay that crunched under my feet with every step. I made my way over to my horse, Lucy. Lucy was truly, a beautiful horse, she was completely dark brown except for her main and a couple small patches on her back and hooves which were a creamy white. She neighed loudly and stomped her hooves as we walked in. I began nuzzling her nose and spoke to her in a gentle quiet voice, I gladly noticed my saddle was already on her. I opened the small wooden door that kept her in her stable and led her out onto the field slowly, my father already out and on his horse. I laughed as the wind blew his cowboy hat off and he retreated to go get it. I slowly mounted Lucy, trying not to hurt myself, and gestured her to follow Mag, the horse my Father was riding, unto the clear trail in the woods.

"Hey Katie?" I heard my father yell over to me as we rode through the woods, the light shining through the leaves and making rainbows of colors dance across the forest floor.

I looked over to him giving him a small 'Yeah?' to indicate I heard him; he simply turned to me and gave me a wink before speeding ahead, leaving me in the dust.

I soon realized what was happening and grinned, and I lightly whipped the leather rope clenched in my hands and speed after him.

I heard his laugh in the distance as we raced down the familiar path, causing a carefree laugh to erupt from my lungs. The sun sown brightly on my face and warmed my cheeks and the wind brew through my ponytail and rushed by my ears loudly, I removed one hand from the rope in my hands and roughly began to tug at the band holding my hand up, rolling my shoulders when the strands were finally released and bounced off my shoulders roughly and gently at the same time.

Lucy began slowing down as the path, which ran in a complete circle, came to a close and the house I would be living in came into view. Lucy walked towards the stable and I bounced a little with her every step. I saw my father is the distance; he flashed me a cheeky grin to signify his gloating as we both rode for the last few minutes of the day. After I got off Lucy and gave her a couple apples in her food dish I began to walk back up the hill to my father, attempting not to stumble as my thighs ached from the horseback riding.

I saw my father taking my bags up to the house and ran forward to help him, even though my legs screaming in protest I took my backpack and other bag from his hand and led us up the steps to the house.

I held the door open for my father seeing as he had more bags then I and prepared myself for the worst.

"Robbie!"

I rolled my eyes. Mia, annoying and loud as always, and I had only heard two syllables.

I walked in after my father and the screen door slammed after me with a loud squeak, I saw Mia wrinkling her nose at the state of my filthy father before picking a stray piece of hay off of his white and red plaid shirt and opening her mouth to say something unimportant in her high pitched voice before she caught sight of me.

"Katie-Bell!" She screeched, stepping away from my father and grabbing hold of me, pulling me into an embrace. She smelted strongly of nail polish remover and I held in a gag at the smell, knowing my father was watching us. Knowing him, he was probably thinking about how great our relationship was.

She began to babble on about something and making annoying gestures with her hands (Wow, I use the word annoying to describe her a lot don't I?) before I made some stupid excuse on how I need to get set up in my old room. My father nodded and got up to pick up my bags and move them to my room. Mia nodded and asked if she could help which I quickly declined. All I needed was her to break a nail and spend the rest of the night complaining about it. I turned and rolled my eyes, taking my own bags up the stairs.

As I entered my room I smiled slightly, at least this was familiar and not completely transported by Mia's doings. My father smiled and hugged me tightly after he saw I entered the room.

"I'm glad you're back sweetie" He whispered into my ear as I wound my arms around his waist, my face tucked into his chest. He smelt like hay, tobacco, and farm animals, the same scent he's smelt like for all long as I can remember. We both pulled away and awkwardly smiled at each other before Mia's loud voice called my father from down stairs.

He nodded and began to walk out of the room, stopping in the doorway "Dinner's almost done, I'll bring up a plate later kay? Chicken, rice, and mashed potatoes, that alright?"

I nodded thankfully; I was getting pretty hungry "Thanks"

As my father's loud steps retreaded down the steps I let my eyes rake over my past room. It looked like any 13 year olds room, well back then at least, Teen Pop stars with faded faces stared back at me with dazzling smiles, and my favorite TV shows I haven't seen in years posters stood out with their bright colors.

I quietly shut my door and walked over to my bed, the one thing that was obviously new. With crisp bed sheets and a pretty brown and green comforter with flowers decorated all over. My father must have put them downbefore I came.

I sat down on the soft blankets and looked around the room. My small brown bookshelf sat in the corner with an unplugged digital clock and lamp. A desk with notebooks piled endlessly on top of it - I made a quick mental note to go through them later, and looked to the large corkboard hanging on my wall, just over my nightstand next to my bed. It was covered with old schedules and neon post it notes with random numbers and scribbles. There was a recipe for a dish called 'Shrimp and Garlic diced ravioli' and a few pictures hanging up. There was a picture of me and my dad from when I was about 11 years old, showing me and my dad in matching overalls and plaid shirts covered in dirt and our hair sticking up in a thousand different directions. Goofy smiles planted over our faces. I looked at the photo closely paying special attention to the way my hair was cut, my hair was a little past my shoulders meaning Mia wasn't around yet, when she started hanging out with my father she would always insist on playing with my hair and putting it in complicated braids that took forever to unravel. My hair was to about my waist, which she claimed was 'perfect braiding length'

I moved onto the next picture, it was of me and a couple of old friend I used to have when I was in seventh grade, in the background there was a large banner for 'THE WESTBAND COMMUNITY GARDEN CLUB' a club I hadn't thought about in years.

The next was one I didn't remember putting up, and really wouldn't have been able to put up, considering it was me at camp. I'm assuming my father hung it up with the others and forgot about it. It was one of the most recent pictures I sent him. I remember sending this one, and a few others, with a Christmas card I had made in Arts and Crafts with the help of a few Apollo girls. It was of me and mostly the Demeter cabin, but also a few others, including the Stoll Brothers. My team had just won the Capture the Flag of that week and I remember throwing an old wine up camera over to one of my Hermes friends, praying to the gods he wouldn't steal it, and asking him to snap a quick picture for my dad. In the picture it showed a few friends and I in mid-laugh, all of our arms entwined together, in the background you could see Travis and Connor holding up Bunny Ears to a few us, Travis holding up a pair to the back of my head.

I felt my heart flutter slightly before stopping myself. Even if I didn't truly understand it yet that didn't mean I had to encourage it.

I shook my head and withdrew myself from the board and began taking down one of the many poster from my room's walls.

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