I entered the Arrivals terminal, staring at my surroundings. I probably looked really weird, doing that, looking around as if I'd never seen an airport in my entire life. But you'd be like that too, if you had just come back from spending 9 months in an enchanted castle in Britain, getting an education in wizardry, while trying to stop yourself being killed by a three-headed dog, a troll, an evil plant and a life-sized chessboard with a mind of it's own. So don't be hasty in judging me, if you happened to be there, my life is odd in so many ways. But I love it.
Coming towards me was a bearded man in a wheelchair and a blonde haired boy with a scar running down the side of his face. I smiled, and ran to them. I rammed my luggage cart into the boy (in a totally friendly loving sort of way) and focused all my attention on the man.

"Skylar." he said, smiling up at me

"Chiron, it's been awhile!"

"I trust you had a good year?"

"Depends on your definition of 'good'?"

That made him smile more. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yeah, it was a pretty amazing year!" I finally answered. Suddenly, I was enveloped in a hug (attacked being the better word) from a gangly spotty ginger dude on crutches that smelled like a barn.

"SKYYYLARR!"

"Oww", he'd hit my head with his crutches.

When I came back to earth, I said "Hey Grove, good to see you!"

He pulled back on the hug, letting me breathe. "Did you get attacked by any monsters?"

"Ooh, loads!"

He laughed. "So you had a normal year, then?" He said, smirking.

"As normal as it gets when you're me."

And trust me, that's DEFINITELY different to your kind of normal. You see I'm a wizard. And a demigod. Or, well, I'm kind of a demigod, but I'll go back to that later.
Anyway, being one of them is bad enough, being both? I'm surprised to even see my 12th birthday.

My life is full of monsters, gods and goddesses, witches and wizard, magic (lots of it) and the sort of problems you have when you live a completely mortal life, free of all of the above. So my life is complicated and hectic and confusing, but fantastic and thrilling too, so I wouldn't have it any other way.
I turned my attention to the boy I had hit with my cart. He had short, messy golden hair, bright blue eyes and a big smile on his face that was marred by a long jagged scar running down from the side of his eye to the corner of his mouth. Luke Castellan, son of Hermes and my friend.

"Hey boy!" I said, punching him lightly.

"Ouch," He made a face, pretending to be hurt. "Hello, Thorn, good to see you haven't changed!"

"Good to see you haven't changed either, Blondie!"

Luke glared at me. I laughed at his expression.

"Well, you've greeted everyone now, except for Argus, who is waiting for us in the van with your bags." Chiron interrupted, as Luke was about to retaliate.

"But I thought they were-" I started to say, but the luggage cart had disappeared, along with my bags. There was a reason why I called Argus the many eyed James Bond, he was sneakier than a hellhound in bunny slippers (let's just say, you don't wanna know). So we all left the airport, and on the way, I told them what adventures I'd been on and the friends (and enemies)
I'd made. Grover was interested in the banquets we had ("You mean, the food just appeared there?").
Chiron wanted to hear about my best friend Harry's invisibility cloak ("Hmmm, reminds me of Annabeth's baseball cap."). And Luke only began to pay attention when we talked about wands.
("How could a rod of wood protect you from monsters?") We talked about Quidditch, the subjects, the houses (I'm Gryffindor, by the way), and about Hagrid and his hellhound, Fang (although he doesn't know he's a hellhound, oddly enough).

As I got closer to CampHalf Blood, my heart started to beat faster with anticipation. "I'm coming home, to one of my homes," I thought, "I'm going to see Annabeth and Will, and all the others, and this summer is going to be amazing!" I should've been excited, or at least happy,
but instead, my stomach felt sick, as if a rug had been pulled from underneath me, or I'd missed a step climbing up the stairs. As if something was about to happen. Not good. Not bad. Just life-changing.

We pulled up outside camp, and the van was filled with silence. I realised they were all looking at me. "Thorn, you feeling okay?" Grover asked, a look of worry on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine!"

"Are you sure, Skylar? You look a bit-" Chiron started to ask.

"I'm fine; just feel a little car sick."

I got the feeling he didn't believe me, but if that was the case, he didn't say anything.

We got out of the car, unloaded my bags and started to walk up to the camp's border, which separated the mortal world from our world. Crossing over, I let out a sigh of relief. Argus looked over, curiosity and question in the many eyes I could see.

I smiled at him, finally feeling that rush of emotions I'd been waiting for.

"It's just good to be home!" I said, and made my way into camp.