So, I am writing another fanfic after my first one didn't go so well. This one will be about a new camper at the infamous Camp Half-Blood.
"Amber! Did you do your homework for Algebra? I didn't do it, can I see yours?" my fair- weathered friend Elisa asked me. I pulled my immaculate homework out of my bag and gave it to her, as usual. "Thank you so much! I'll give it back next period. I promise."
"Okay, meet me here. See you later." I said, as nonchalant as possible.
"Bye!" She scurried off into some direction, and left me all alone. But it was time for science. Ugh. We are learning about rocks. Yay. I see my friend James in science, and he starts to bug me about this new fanfiction that he read on this site that we both read, and he says that I must read it or my life will have no meaning. I say that I will, and sit at my desk. There Princess, Mula, and Jules sit, and ask me if I did the science homework. I let them copy mine, and as Ms. Umbrella walks in, I get it passed back to me, and we begin to grade it. Then we learn about rocks. Hardness, fracture, luster, all of that really great stuff. I love it. As much as I love parabolas. Which is equivalent to me hating them. But next I have Computer class, and I am learning about the brain, I learn some cool stuff, and soon I'm off to algebra and Elisa gives me back my homework. We grade it, I get an 11/10 as always, and I go to learn all about graphing parabolas with a different formula! Yay! Now they can move more than one way! Ugh. But now it's lunch, and I can relax.
The sky gets gray, and I see black circling in and out of the clouds. For a moment I see a face, but I must be hallucinating. Then something hits my back. I spin around, and see that face staring a hole into me, looking at me as if I was a feast after a famine. So, I do what everyone alive would do. I ran. I ran and ran and ran. Which is hard in New York City, but I run to a place where it is a bit more rural. I see a sign that reads "Delphi Strawberry Service" and my internal radar goes nuts. I fee like I should go there, but the thing ha followed me here. Still I run towards the strawberry farm, and I see a boy with sea-green eyes and a girl with stormy- gray eyes dressed in armor, and holding weapons.
"HELP! THERE IS SOMETHING AFTER ME! HELP!" They rush quickly, and kill the thing with skill that makes it look easy. It turns to dust.
"What is your name? I'm Annabeth, and this is Percy, and we are on your side. That was a fury, a monster that was trying to kill you. Was there anyone with you before you came here?" The girl Annabeth asked.
"Annabeth, let's not bombard her with questions. We should go to camp. Her saytr should be here soon." The boy, Percy, said.
So we headed to camp and I said "My name is Amber. But what is going on? Who are you guys? Why is there a camp on a farm of strawberries? What were those monsters? And what is a saytr?"
Annabeth answered me, "Amber, one of your parents is a god or goddess, from Greek times. That means that you are a demigod, like us. Monsters are attracted to our parent's scent, and attack us. So we come to our only safe haven, Camp Half-Blood. To disguise it from mortals, we named it Delphi Strawberry Service, and we make money by growing strawberries. Monsters, like the fury that attacked you, cannot come within our boundaries, and we are safe because of that. Saytrs are guardians, they protect us before we come here. I'm pretty sure that yours was James. Did you know one? He is known to slack off of his job."
"Yeah, he's cool. We read fanfictions and stuff, I don't know, he was really my only friend," I said, just then realizing that in fact, James was my only friend. I guess that makes me a loner. Oops.
I saw a gate and inside of it were loads of teens with weapons and orange t-shirts. "Amber, welcome to Camp Half-Blood, your new home," Percy said, with an original grandeur that almost sounded bittersweet.
Hello. Tell me what you think. These will be longer than my previous story, and I will update within June 10th, if not much sooner. Thanks so much for reading. -E.H.