This is the sequel to "Street Rat." If you haven't read that, I'd suggest you read that before reading this story…because it'd make more sense…I think. I'm not sure, I'm just winging it.
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We ended my first summer at Camp with a bonfire. Michael and his siblings in the Apollo cabin led the sing-a-long, their beautiful voices powerfully building the fire's flames up higher and higher. I sat next to Michael, holding his hand and smiling the entire time. Everyone was loud and proud, happy that we've avoided going into the real battle against Luke/Kronos for at least another summer.
I got my first bead; for some reason, the cabin leaders decided to put a closed eye on the bead, to signify the first time a child of Morpheus attended Camp Half-Blood. I was really embarrassed when they gave me the bead, especially since Beckendorf had a gigantic smirk on his face. But I was more ashamed of the fact that I was the unfortunate child of a traitor.
Most of the Campers didn't know about my father pledging his allegiance to Kronos and the Titans until after the fight against Luke. Immediately, a lot of them were wary, afraid that I'd turn against them too. I didn't blame them for not trusting me, but it still stung a little. Thankfully, they came around and realized by the end of summer that it would take a lot for me to just betray their trust.
Almost everyone at Camp is living for the school year; they will return in nine months. There's a few people who stay at Camp Half-Blood year round for different reasons. Some stay because they have no mortal families, while others decided to break all connection with said families. Only three of my friends, Annabeth and the Stoll brothers, will stay at Camp year round.
And now I am.
I have nowhere to go. My mother died many years ago while I was a small child. As far as I know, my grandparents are long gone and there are no aunts and uncles that exist. Ever since I was young, it was just me and the outdoors. I'm still alone, but at least I have a place to sleep.
Camp without the Campers is a little boring and you don't have a good selection of who you want to train with, but 95 % of the Hermes cabin is gone until next summer, so I at least get a bunk to sleep in. Only Travis, Connor, and Isabelle were going to be in the Hermes cabin with me this year.
I was alright with waving Beckendorf, Kayla, and Will goodbye. I was even fine with saying goodbye to Clarisse and Percy. But I couldn't bring myself to say goodbye to Michael. In fact, I just sat there for 15 minutes, crying my eyes out as Michael awkwardly tried to comfort me. As my first boyfriend and someone I truly think I love, Michael was given the unfortunate task of picking up my emotions whenever I decided something was too much.
"Don't worry, Violet, I'll write you every week. We can even IM."
I meant to respond with, "I know, I'll just miss you," but it got slurred with hiccups and tears.
Michael's mom and younger brothers waited in the car just outside the boundaries of Camp. His mom seemed like she was pleased to meet me or something, because she smiled brightly and was really nice. But when the tears started falling, she quickly backed up and looked at me as if I had a disease.
Michael kissed me on the lips lightly and backed away into the car, speeding away before I could insist that I go with him all the way to Texas to stay with him until the summer when we returned to Camp. Annabeth immediately came to me and led me back to my Cabin, where I sat crying on her shoulder for half an hour.
I wasn't very good at goodbyes, even if I'll see you soon.
Two months later, Annabeth and I are in the fighting arena, practicing new moves against one another. Annabeth isn't very good with a sword, but she's quick and destructive with a knife, something that first surprised me greatly. Unlike Clarisse and Percy, Annabeth doesn't go for brute force; she goes for accuracy and aim.
I plopped down in my temporary bunk, exhausted from an entire day's worth of practice with Annabeth. Thoughts of Luke and his loyal demigod followers plagued my thoughts. Percy would be 16 in less than a year; surely the war would be coming soon.
I didn't want to face my anyone in battle. We demigods were trained for this, but not for fighting against your own people. In the war, we wouldn't only be against monsters; we'd be against our brothers and sisters. How many friends would we lose?
My thoughts shifted to my friends back in Chicago, or better yet, my former friends. I hadn't seen or heard from in ever since the Minotaur attacked Grover and I at the beginning of the summer. I had no doubt in my mind that they were worried about me, because I was worried about them too. I longed for them.
I longed to be normal.
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*Author's Note*
Sorry this is really short and kind of bad. I was anxious to get the first chapter up so I could buy some time to finish planning the story.
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