I rode down the streets of Manhattan on my Kawasaki Ninja, getting stuck in a long line of traffic. I sighed and took out the card in my pocket and read it again. I looked at the car idling a few rows beside me, an Audi R8, nice I thought. The window rolled down to reveal a very angry man. I looked away; they say New Yorkers aren't the nicest. Wait! I looked back at the man and realized it wasn't a man at all, but a Cyclops. I shook my head and groaned. Just a few more miles, I thought, please don't let there be trouble. Of course I was wrong though. He suddenly turned to me, the mist around his making his seemly two eyes and one eye blend together. He snarled, and got out of his car. Making his way towards me across the rows of traffic, I shifted my bike out of neutral and weaved in between cars. He started growing a few feet every few seconds. Just my luck. I sped up bound toward my location. His steps were now shaking the ground. To scared to look behind me, I just sped up again, now up to 80 mph. I zoomed in between the cars listening to the chorus of resounding horns. I eventually made it out of traffic now on a road leading into a forest. Almost there, almost there. Going faster, and reaching a 100 mph, I finally saw it in the distance. Camp Half Blood, my mind translated the Greek fast and efficiently. I swerved toward the entrance when I felt my bike being lifted up. Oh no! I screamed as I was then let down, my bike being utterly destroyed. The Cyclops then faced me. "Going somewhere, pretty?" it said to me. I only whimpered in response. He chuckled and lunged at me. Thank goodness for my quick built in reflexes that let me roll out of the way just in time for his fist to plunge deep into the dirt. I reached into my hair and pulled out my bobby pin with a sand dollar and squeezed it. The familiar hilt of my knife was in my hand. The Cyclops was clearly angry with me, and pulling out his fist from the dirt, he pounded over to where I stood. Feeling confident, I raised up my knife. I took aim and threw it at him. He suddenly stopped where he was and fell dead on the ground. Gross. His body began disintegrating into golden dust and then flew away in the wind. My knife turned into a bobby pin and once again returned to my messy, shockingly white hair. I trudged up the hill, dragging my converse on the ground. I neared the top and saw a dragon at the entrance. Oh great. A girl stood beside the dragon in all leather and combat boots. I stopped at the entrance.
"Excuse me!" I said to the girl. She turned surprised. She looked me up and down and then I realized I probably look dirty from rolling around in the dirt. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm kind of new here."
She just turned toward the camp grounds and yelled, "New Camper!" She then turned toward me, "Clarisse, daughter of Ares."
"Gemina, but I prefer being called GeGe." She gasped as she looked above my head.
"No way!" she exclaimed in surprise. I looked up and saw my father's familiar symbol above my head.
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