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Thanks to my friends Veronika and Erika for elping me wrete this story! I lvoe you so much!

My name is Desdemona Antheia Spencer and I'm fifteen years old.

I was sleeping in my bed in the house of Hermes when the alarmclock rang. I woke up and looked around, noticing with sadness that yes, I was still in that awful shitty Half

Blood Camp. I sighed and started to get dress.

I mean, I would never wear that stupid orange t-shirt, so I wore a marvelous purple t-shirt that brought out my eyes. I also wore grey sandals.

"Hey, Des, how you doin'? " Asked that poor jerk of Travis Stoll. I didn't even answer him, because I hated when they called me Des. Was it too difficult to just pronounce

"Desdemona"? Pricks.

We went to breakfast and I looked for Clittemnestra, my best freiend nimph. Obviuolsy, she wasn't weasring the orange t-shirt. She was wearing a nice black shirt.

Clitemmestra was a bit shorter than me. She was tanned, with very curly hair and big green eyes.

That slut of Annabeth Chas surpassed meand tossed me a look of superiority. "Hey, Des. "

She said,smirking. You see, she was convinced to be the "Alpha Girl" here, just because her boyfriend was a powerful demigod. She wasn't even that beautiful: a brunette

with huge blu eyes. Everything the boys wanted were her big boobies.

I was so more beautiful than that. Clitemenstra always said that I lookd like of Danerys Tragaryen of Game of Trones, because my hair were silky and pale blond, with silvery

strands, and I had awesome purple eyes.

I didn't answer Annabeth because she was too stupid to understand my reply. I sat next to Clitemnestra and sighed again. It was going to be a very long day, because Chison

had programmed a Capture The Flag. I hated that game. It was so fucking stupid. At the afternnon, I had to wear an armor. It was uncomfortable and heavy.

I didn't even feel the Camp Half Blood as my home. Chiron had come to my school one day saying that I had to go there, and my mother had agreed. Stupid bitch. But no

gods had claimed me, so I was blockedin the house of Hermes. Annabet and that whore of her friend Silena always smocked me for being the only unclaimed girl in the

Camp.

I sighed for the third time while the game begun. Herme house was with Athena and a few more. Everybody screamed and in a few minutes Annabeth's boyfriend had

captured the flag. She practically jumped on him and they started to kiss so obscenely that everyone had to look away.

I was tiredof this life. I was beautiful, nice and smart. Why was I blocked here?

And that night….. I had the strangest dream.

Hope you liek thissss! xoxo!

Want to know what Desdemona dreams, read the next chap!

Ps: Silnea is alive because Veronika loves her and insisted a lot! Kiss kiss!