A Goat Dude Brings Me To A Camp
Seth
I don't even know how to begin. I guess we can start at the basics, that would probably be best. To start off, my name is Seth Cage and I'm 17 years old. I lived in the respectable state of Connecticut and was in my senior year in high school. It was great, it really was. I loved it. I had friends, I somehow always managed to make it into first honors (despite my dyslexia and ADHD), was in the student council (running for president- mind you), and was the captain of the swim team. I guess you could say I was ''popular''. Unfortunately, my world came crashing down the moment I walked into my third period class, history. I hated history, the teacher, and everything about it. What was the point of history anyways? Why go back to the past when we should live in the now. Maybe I would've liked history more if I had a better teacher- maybe. The teacher that I so despised was called Ms. Brigham. She was stout, had short rusty colored hair that curled out at the end, wore bright purple lipstick, and a face only a mother could love. She was the only teacher who did not like me. That bothered me. I liked it when I had a close connection with teachers. Me and her never connected. I would turn in homework the day its due, like completely done and everything and she would say it was late. I'd get all the answers right on a test but she'd give me a no higher than 80, sometimes 83 if I was lucky. I hated her, but still felt that I should at least try to be associates- even though she did not deserve my associate-ness. On that dreadful day, I came in and sat down.
''Your late!'', the she devil squacked
I looked around, it was only me and one kid named Isaac who gave me a sympathetic smile. I was, infact, not late. It was 5 minutes before the bell rang actually.
''Um, ma'am it's 5 minutes before the bell'' I said meekly
''Are you challenging me boy?'' she replied
''No, I'm just stating the trut-''
''Do not ever back sass me Mr. Cage. A good week of detention ought to teach you'' she said as she reached for the pink detention slip.
Listen, I was in no mood to put up with Satan over here so what happened next came all too fast. I was mad. Real mad. She's already given me too many detentions I never deserved. Not to mention the fact that if I got another detention or disciplinary notice, the coach would have to kick me off the swim team. I was not gonna let this dickdouche ruin it.
Whenever I get mad the weather outside seemed to shift from ''decent day with maybe a few clouds in the sky'' to ''holy crap everyone retreat to an evacuation center''. So it didn't suprise me when the sky darkened and the wind picked up violently swirling leaves around. Ms. Brigham squinted her eyes and pointed at me screeching ''You will die son of the Sea god!''.
I didn't understand what she meant, I mean sure, I've never met my dad- much less knew his name, but I'm pretty sure he was not the ''sea god''. As far as I believed, I was an atheist. But I never went around telling people that their beliefs were wrong, I respected them. We are only on this earth for such a short period of time that you might as well live your life believing what you want. So yeah, I was friends with kids who believed in many things, I was friends with kids who didn't like the opposite gender as them- and I was okay with that. BUT, I was 100% sure that I was no son of a sea god. Yeah I could swim and all, but that meant nothing to me. Like, you might as well have the whole swim team be the children of the ''sea god'' right? To get back onto the story, Ms. Brigham launched at me- her nails suddenly talons, and her skin a sleek black color. She was not Ms. Brigham, she was a monster. I would've probably been toast, or dead- whatever floats your boat- (was toast considered a form of dying? Did we start out our lives as bread then die and become toast? Aha! It all makes sense now!) if a man with runty fury legs, horns, and a baseball bat come in the room shouting ''DIE!''.
The man thwacked Ms. Brigham into golden dust. I looked around the room for Isaac but found him on the floor shivering. Then I looked at the man who was about 5 feet tall. I surveyed him up and down. His legs belonged to a goat or a sheep- whatever. He was wearing an orange polo, a baseball cap (that did not hide his horns very well), and had a freshly new goatee.
''Well? Come on! Don't just stand there with your mouth open, we got to get back to Camp Halfblood! Hurry my wife and baby is waiting for me..and the monsters are waiting for us'' He said.
I closed my mouth, ''Um, you just killed my teacher?'', I said shakily.
''Believe me, she was no teacher'', goat man snorted, ''now come on!''