Cameron trudged along in the sand , as her family ate a picnic on the beach. She had chosen to wear a dark purple shirt and a pair of black shorts. She even dared to wear a touch of make - up. But she thought she needed it, honestly she didn't . She had long beautiful locks of jet black hair, and when I say black, I mean ,BLACK. She was tall and thin, but not to thin. Her height was around 5'3 . She was often thought of a person far of from her actual age. Once , she got into a fifteen film in the cinema! She was only ten , after all.
She has always felt like a crow in a nest of sparrows. You see, her mother wasn't exactly mature, four kids, with four different fathers. Cameron had nothing but hate for her brothers and sisters. Her mother had been out partying, most of Cameron's life she had been drunk or pregnant. The lonely little girl had no choice but to leave her homework and give up her friends. The person she called her mother wasn't interested in her education , nor happiness.
Her family were blonde , small and tan. She on the other hand, was tall, black hair and very ,very pale.
She had in no way wanted to be near her so called 'family'. So she wondered around until she was surely half way around the beach. She found a flat piece of rock and took out her Harry Potter book. She was nearing the final page to the Chamber of Secrets. Cameron was silently ranting in her head about her family and she realised that she wasn't talking a word of the book in. She didn't care what they did , nor when they did it. Her arms where crossed and she placed a queer look upon her face as she wondered about the earth. I mean sure , she believes in good and everything. but everything is made out of something. But how does that something come into existence unless it was also made out of something. Well that's going on her bucket list...
Meanwhile, not to close to be seen, but close enough to see and read her emotions, stood Grover, the satyer. He was on a quest to bring yet another demi-god back to camp. He swore to himself that he wont get him nor Percy, nor Annabeth killed or injured . Okay ,he might allow the injured part.
"Percy , that's my foot!" exclaimed Annabeth in quiet fury.
"Sorry" he grumbled , as she was about to hit his last nerve. He didn't think he could last getting the kid and bringing her to camp , because Annabeth kept nagging on in his ear!
