"Wake up. Haley. Wake up." Mr. DeWitt said. I slowly, lifted my head up from my desk. Then brushed my black hair behind my ear.
"I wasn't asleep. I was day dreaming." I answered to my teacher.
"What is this documentary about?" He asked, raising her eye brow. My head moved back from my teacher to the screen a few times before finally shrugging. The Greek Gods. "Can you tell me about that? Or were you sleeping?"
"Well, the Greek Gods originally came from the Titians. The three most commonly known gods are Poseidon, Zeus, and Hades. They're the three brothers. Zeus is god of sky, and the head god of Olympus. His wife is Hera, but had children with other gods. Hades is lord of the underworld. Then Poseidon is-"
"That's not even what the videos about." Mr. DeWitt said. I shrugged, and put my head back down on the desk. I wasn't as dumb as people thought. I knew a lot. Greek Mythology is pretty much the only thing I knew about. The only thing I really liked. ADHD and Dyslexia 'held me back' according to my mom. So, I tended not to even try. The bell rang, thank God. I got up from my seat and headed out to the hallway. "No, Jones." I sighed and turned around, walking back to his test.
"Can't I just go to lunch?"
"No, I want to talk to you," Mr. DeWitt said. "When did you learn so much about Greek Mythology?"
"My mother taught me when I was little. When little kids were learning nursery rhythms, I was learning old prophecies. When other kids were learning how to read and write, my mom was teaching me how to ride and would take me to archery every other day."
"So, is your father into all that stuff as well?" He asked. Of course, other adult wants to know about my father. How should I know what he's up to?
"I don't know my father. He left before I was born, and my mother never remarried." I answered. "Can I please go to lunch now?"
"Do you think about Greek Mythology a lot?"
"What kind of question is that?" I asked. But he sat there, his arms across his chest waiting for my answer. I didn't answer and shook my head, then went to lunch. But his question still stayed in my mind for the rest of the day. So after school I went to the door, and knocked. "Mr. DeWitt?"
"Come in Haley," He's deep voice came through the door. I opened it, and stepped through. A playing card was rocketing to my face. I caught it in between my middle and ring finger. "How did you do that? That was going ten times to fast to catch by any normal human."
"Normal? I'm normal." I said. He shut the door behind me, I set my backpack down on the floor and sat in a desk.
"Have you ever felt normal?" Mr. DeWitt said. I hesitated; then shook my head. "What would you say about going to a camp with a bunch of people who aren't normal as well? A bunch of teenagers like you, ADHD and Dyslexic."
"How do you know about that?" I asked.
"I just assumed. You just told me I was right too." Mr. DeWitt smirked.
"I swear if you tell anyone. I'm going to kill you." I said.
"I am too. I went to camp at the camp I want to send you too." Mr. DeWitt said, I grew up not knowing my father as well." He went over to his desk, and pulled something out of a drawer. A necklace with seven clay beads on it, he handed it to me. "Can you tell me what these are?"
"Well, there's Hades Helmet of terror. The other ones seem kind of random. Where'd you get it?" I asked. "Wait, let me guess that camp? Wait, why would they have Hades Helmet of terror on it?"
"That's the thing. It's a place where demigods are trained, and protected. A camp you can go to all year around if you want. Don't act surprised. What do you think your mom and I talk about at our Parent teacher conferences? It all adds up, everything about you, about your life. You're a demigod Haley." He seemed like he had just begun.
"You're a wizard Harry." I said. "Nice prank. Should I keep going alone with it, or should I just leave? Wait, I can prove it too, I can prove it's not real. Look, I'm Zeus. Zap! ZZaaap! See I told-" Thunder, loud and sudden came.
"Don't do that again. You're lucky. Now, come to my car with me. I'm driving you home to pack." I grabbed my backpack and stayed close behind him, still a little shook up. In the car, he asked me if I'd ever seen anything weird. It was true, when I looked up sometimes I saw flying horses, or Cyclops walking down the street. He explained to me mist, something that kept normal people from seeing all of it. Magic and Mortals shouldn't go together he explained. Soon we got to my house. He followed me to my room, giving me a backpack, "anything you can fit in here, you can take. And change into this." He handed me a Target bag, I went into the bathroom, and took off my black shirt with a skull to a faded orange with a Pegasus and Camp Half-Blood written on it. I came back out and through my skull shirt in the backpack.
"I'm going to Camp Half-Blood?" I asked. He nodded, and walked out of my room, as we heard my mom come back from work. I threw in toiletries, sun screen, and bug spray. "What do I bring to meet half-bloods?" I remembered my grandpa's hunting knife and through it in there, with an extra pair of flip-flops, and jeans. Then it was full. I went out into the kitchen with my bag over my shoulder.
"Haley." My mom ran to me, and threw her arms around me. "I'm so glad you're going. Maybe you'll learn who your father is. Don't worry, Brian will be there the whole time."
"Brian?" I asked; then looked at Mr. DeWitt. "Oh, hi Brian. Is it okay to bring weapons there?"
"They give you weapons there. They train you to use them too. Go get your bow and arrow. I understand you have the wooden style hand-made." Brian said. I nodded, and ran to the garage. Then came back with my bow and quiver full of arrows. "Here, put these on. It's a gift." He handed me black Converse. The only thing was, wings, on the heels.
"No way, do they work? Where'd you get them, I changed into them. They felt normal.
"My father gave them to me, my first time I went to camp. Of course they work." He laughed. "Yes, Hermes is my father." He laughed. "Let's get into the car." I skipped out to the car, excited. Brian came out and started the car, "They'll start to work, when you need them most.
The whole car ride, the explained to me about everything that happens there, the cabins for different gods and goddesses, campfires, the strawberry fields, how he was beast at volleyball. Finally we made to camp half-blood in New York.
"Welcome home," Brain said, as we stood on a hill looking over the camp.
AN: This is short, because I'm not sure if I want to continue with it or not. Please tell me if you like it, and if I should write more.