A/N: All right, guys, I'm just going to test this out, and see how it goes. I know these types of stories are usually frowned upon, but I wanted to see where it would take me. And a bid shout-out to my beta reader: tinianiatt! Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Hydra's POV
This was it. Today was the day that I was finally going to go where I belonged. I took a deep breath. Yeah, with the rest of the freaks, a voice whispered inside me. I ignored it and began packing my things. Okay, almost done… There. I had stuffed my suitcase and tugged the zipper around it until it looked about ready to explode. Inside were:
- 5 tank tops (red, black, gray, dark blue, lime green)
- 7 pairs of denim shorts
- 3 fitted T-shirts (red, black, gray)
- 5 pairs of jeans (2 'Juicy', 1 'Guess', and 2 'Dahlia's')
- 2 pairs of leggings (gray, black)
- hair brush
- toothbrush
- face wash
- soap, shampoo, and conditioner
- bug spray and sunscreen
- 3 pairs of black sunglasses
I lugged the suitcase down the steps and into the foyer. "I'm ready, Mom," I called into the kitchen. As usual, I could hear the busy noises of pots and pans being put back into their cabinets.
"Coming!"
My mom was the typical housewife. Busy, intelligent, always cooking, and always cleaning. Oh, and don't forget: always nagging me. I rolled my eyes. Soon we were out the door and making our way to my mom's flashy Rolls Royce. Did I mention? We're rich.
I opened the car door, sat down, and slammed it shut.
"Don't slam the doors, Hon," Mom said as she made her way around the car to the driver's seat. Yeah, yeah, yeah. "I just know you're going to love camp."
Hope stirred inside me. "Did you tell Jon yet?"
Jon was my stepdad, and he was also completely clueless when it came to the whole demigod thing. Well, maybe now he knew. Jon is great, as far as stepdads go. He helps me with my homework, taught me how to fish (which I'm very good at, by the way), and is always there when I need him.
"No, not yet. He thinks you're going to a regular sleep away camp."
"When are you going to tell him? It's been two months!"
Despite my angry demeanor, my mom was the epitome of calm. In a steady voice, she said, "When the time is right."
Ugh. I liked Jon, and I hated having to keep things from him. When the time is right. That's what she had been telling me for the past month and a half. Whatever. I was going to go to this camp, and hate every minute of it, no matter what my mom said. She thinks she knows me, but she doesn't. No one does. That's why I can only depend on myself.
"Anyway, about the camp," she began again. "You're going to just love it. You'll make tons of friends, and learn to fight, and learn campfire songs!"
While she went on and on about all the "fun stuff" I was going to do, I was thinking of how I was going to deal with being at this camp for the summer. It's during these talks that I tend to zone out.
I stared out the window, and watched as trees and cars passed by, dissolving into nothing the farther away we got.
A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short, but I have been really busy trying to finish it, and I thought this was a good place to end the chapter. I promise the next chapter will be at least 500 words longer! Keep reviewing!