I used to think my life sucked, emphasis on "used to." Then life got ten times more complicated. I found out I was half-blood.

Yep, I found out that my freaking mother was a goddess. No biggie.
Don't get me wrong; being a half-blood is great and all, I just wish monsters didn't hunt me when I walked out the door.
If you think Santa is a stalker, then wait until you find out how much monsters stalk you. Some of them are your teachers and some of them are under your bed, literally.

Trust me, I was not the kind of girl, who believes in any kind of divine force until I reached camp.

My name is Lila Grifynn. I am fourteen. Until I found out I was a demigod, I went to Wrede Preparatory, a boarding school for girls in California.

When I say it was a preparatory school, I mean the whole deal. We all had to wear short plaid skirts and collared shirts. I hated it, but my best friend loved it.

I have probably the weirdest best friends ever. Caroline Myracle had to be the most popular girl in our grade, and somehow, I became her best friend.

I wasn't saying I am not popular, I am, but all of the attention came from her.

Caroline is also the prettiest girl I have ever seen. She has long, dirty-blond hair and deep chocolate eyes. She is the queen of makeup and anything boy related.

She helped on my first date last semester. She smothered this makeup all over my face and I thought I looked like a circus clown, but that night I got my very first kiss.

I used to think I was pretty until I met her. Just looking at her can lower your self-esteem.

She made my silky long brown hair and dark eyes seem worthless. I was tall, which made me feel awkward around her because she was the perfect height.

Caroline is one of my roommates. I love my other roommate, Charlotte Brady a lot too, but for a very different reason...

Charlotte was hard to figure out. She had gotten kicked out of over ten schools for various reasons. She would always blame her terrible grades and horrible pranks on her ADHD and dyslexia. I would always remind her that Caroline and I had ADHD and dyslexia too, but that we never got grades below a B-.

Just by looking at her you would know she was a troublemaker. Charlotte has auburn shoulder length hair curled like angel but don't let that fool you.

Her happy shining hazel eyes always felt like it was Christmas and her grin, that horrible grin. She would always grin this grin: we called it the murder smile. It was down right devilish all right.

Nothing about Charlotte wasn't devilish. The crazy look she got in her eyes after she hot-wired the Principal's car into the Pacific, the weird toilet scandal and worst of all taking the Principal's statue from out front and turning it into a fountain to make it look like he was peeing.

She had chiseled features and was petite. A normal kid this size wouldn't scare anyone, but she had a reputation: even the linebackers had felt her fists of fury.

Our dorm room was really different. Having three completely different personalities in the same 500 square feet room was a little hard for an interior designer.

In my corner, everything was a soft green, the color of grass, the color that soothed me. I had cool earthy patterns all over my wall. Sure, it wasn't anything that personal, but I liked it.

I am weird like that. I like random things. I cannot explain it. The way I love that shade of green to that crazy pair of ducky dangling earrings I never take off.

Charlotte's corner was covered in random stuff she had stolen-ahem- "gotten" on her many travels.

Charlotte has lived in over 50 countries and moved around a lot. She didn't even seem to care that neither of her parents could care less about her. She never knew her dad and hasn't talked to her mom in five years.

She's tough, I'll tell you that. I have known her all of my life and never seen her cry. Not even when she fell off her skateboard and broke three of her ribs.

Caroline's section of the room was covered in sparkles and pink. Makeup and stilettos everywhere; it was like two supermodels had a war.

She was on her bed texting her boyfriend Tristan and Charlotte was counting her money she stole from 4th graders' lockers when I heard a knock on the door.

"Charlotte, what did you do?" I asked.

"Nothing. Wait. No, they couldn't have already found out about that. Nothing. As far as you know," she said.

I couldn't help but reach for my wallet. It was still there. I slowly walked to the door and answered it.

A small emo kid and a disabled boy were standing there.

Caroline gave me a gross! look, but me being ever so nice let them in.

"Three of them, all at one school, all with cell pones, how are they still alive?" asked the disabled one.
"We need to get them to camp. Chiron is going to freak if we screw up this time," said the emo one.
"What camp?" I asked.
"Eww, camps are gross. That would mess up my mani-pedi."
"You'll find out," the boy said with the scariest look I had ever seen, including Charlotte when she smiled.
"What if I don't want to got to this camp?" I said, even though I secretly did. I really did. They might actually have farming there. I have never been farming. I have always lived in a big city with my dad.
Now that I mention it, I could not hate my dad. I wish he would just disappear. He never treated me right. There was no time to dwell on my past. Always look to the future.
"Fine, we'll go."
"Are you crazy?" Caroline shrieked.
"Well, she finally lightened up. I'm in." Charlotte said.
"I am not going off with some random stranger!" Caroline yelled.
"There's a spa!" the weird kid said.
"Well, you should have started with that."
"I am Nico di Angelo. Son of Hades."
"Oh, that's cool," Charlotte said.
"You're an idiot! Hades was an ancient Greek god of the dead. He doesn't exist. This guy's insane."
"Really! That's a bummer. I was looking forward to the spa."
"Um, my dad is actually Paul di Angelo. I am not crazy. I was just joking."
I could tell by the look on Charlotte's face that he was lying, she can sense lying because she is the queen of it. It's her kingdom.
"No, we are still going. Come on guys."
"We are so going to get murdered," Caroline mumbled.
"Oh, well," Charlotte said happily.

Nico held our hands, which I totally thought was weird, but he was kind of cute, so I was cool with it.
The next few seconds were even more weird. We traveled through a dark funnel and came out at the bottom of a hill.
I looked up. Wherever I was, the place was truly beautiful. There was a big strawberry field to my left and straight ahead was a big house with a giant pine tree to the right.
A big arch over the place read: Camp Half-Blood. Wait, half-blood, like the Greeks and Nico had mentioned Hades being his dad. Boy, I did not like where this was going.
Overhead was a big camp. A summer camp, filled with kids wearing orange shirts. There were kids training with actual swords.
Nico directed me over to the big house where two men were waiting on the porch of the house.
"Whoa, this place is wicked," Charlotte said from behind me.

"Hello, child. My name is Chiron."

This was too much. Greek mythology was walking straight into my life. I was staring straight into the face of a centaur. A freaking centaur.

"Nice to meet you." I said in my most polite voice.

Meanwhile, Caroline was freaking out.

"There was no way this is happening. That guy, who is not even hot, by the way, is half horse."

"Maybe it is a side-effect of those super skinny jeans," Charlotte commented.

"Ah, nice to meet you daughter of Hermes." Chiron said.

"Cool, he was the awesome god, right?" Charlotte asked.

"Yes, I guess you could say that. He is much like you."

"You mean he is still alive?"

"Of course, Charlotte, he is a god."

"Oh, cool."

"Conner, Travis, meet your new sister, Charlotte."

Two guys walked up. They looked just like her. They had curly brown hair and that same creepy smile.

"Hey Char, Let's take you to Cabin 11."
I gave her an encouraging smile and waved. I thought about this god stuff. It was weird, but cool at the same time.
"Now, who do we have here?" asked a gorgeous girl with long black hair and flawless skin.
"Drew, this is your new sister, Caroline."
"Awesome, I love your hair. Where in the world did you get those earrings? Come on, I'll show you to the Aphrodite cabin."
"Cool!"
I watched her leave. I wish I had cool siblings.
"I'm here Chiron!"
A petite girl around 17 years old had just walked up the steps toward the house.
"Hello, you must be Lila. I am Katie Gardener, daughter of Demeter and your sister."
"Okay."
As I walked through the camp, I was amazed. It was all cool, but the coolest part was my cabin.
The Demeter cabin was decked out with moss and my favorite color, green.
"You like?"
"Like, I love!"
"Cool, let me show you your bunk."
We walked into the cabin. Inside there were ten organized twin beds stacked on either side of the cabin. At the foot of each bed there was a chest with each person's name written in green letters with little leafs coming off the tops.
The last bed on the row had plain white sheets and bed spread and no pictures or any personal items anywhere on or around the bed. The little white chest had no name either.
"So, I am guessing that this bed is mine."
"You got it." She snapped her fingers and 10 neatly packed green suitcases sat next to the bed. The chest, now had Lila painted on it.
"Wow, thanks a lot."
"No, prob."
I opened the suitcases and my comforter and all my other stuff from home was laid out in front of me. The other kids all laughed and helped me unpack.
"Hi, my name is Dahlia and this is Pansy, Peony, Petal, Petunia, Poppy, Posey, and Primrose. The others are out taking care of the strawberry fields.
"Oh, so you guys are all named after flowers."
"Yes, that's how mom likes it. Every single one of us is names after a flower or plant."
"Not me."
"Your name is Lila, which is short for Lilac, a kind of flower."
"Hm. I guess it is. Well, what about Katie?"
"Katie's full name is Katherine Rose Magnolia Gardener. Katie Rose for short though. When she turned thirteen she changed it because she thought it was too immature."
"Oh, well isn't that kind of weird though?"
"Not really." She seemed lost in a trail of thought until a girl called out.
"Come on, we have arts and crafts with the Hermes cabin at 1:00."
"Okay, Everybody, leave your wallets in the safe."
"I love arts and crafts. Especially painting. I think I am kind of a good artist. I mean I am no Apollo or anything, but I would love to do some cool mural or something, so I'm in." I said. I know it sounded stupid, but I would love to do something normal for once. I have had a long day. I mean, finding out you are a half blood. It was cool, that I would still get to be a normal teenager, even though I am half Olympian.

"We are not going to be painting. I think today is make your own bronze breast plate, but it is cool you are into that kind of stuff." Orchid said.

I sighed, this could be a long rest of my life.

"So, this must be the new kid." I turned around to see who was there. A pretty girl, with long back hair and deep brown eyes was standing there, deciding how to ruin my social life here too. Great, in a place for freaks, I am already considered a freak.

"Yep, that would be me."

"Well, I am Chloe. I met your friend. She's awesome. I still have some doubts about you though. I have no idea how you became friends with Caroline or Charlotte. I mean I thought they were pretty cool."

"Lay off Beauty Queen." I looked up and saw Charlotte's mafia like grin.

"Shouldn't you be robbing a Best Buy or something?"