Dear Diary? Journal?
I'm honestly not sure. Anyways this is the story from my discovering of me being a demigod to the time I arrived at Camp Half-Blood. It feels so long ago, yet like it was yesterday. I've come a far way. It started with the usual, single Mom, never knowing my father, constantly in trouble, as demigods are. Everyday was a constant yet fun battle against trying not to flunk out. I'm not sure when the day I figured it out was, probably that one Halloween where the monsters in the Haunted House seemed more realistic in the pictures. That and the wings that sprouted out of my back that night. It was great, my best friend, Pix, is a horror movie freak (spoiler, she's a demigod too…) and she dragged me to the haunted house. I was Spiderman and she was Black Cat. We figured the Halloween would be a walk in the park, because it was a park, but booooy were we wrong. We made small talk as we waited in line, making fun of costumes and all that, but when it was our turn, we grinned at each other and walked through the old rusted doors. We peeked around the dim lighted room we had entered and it was covered in cobwebs. There were three doors, all just as old-looking as the one we had just entered through. We picked the right one. (The literal right, definitely not the correct one.) It revealed a long hallway, very dimly lit, with what I'd say was around 20 doors on each side. When we had passed the first 5 doors, we heard a loud crash and screaming. We laughed at the bad sound effects and continued on. At the end of the hallway, there was a simple stone-painted arch that we had to duck to get through. That's when we met Ugly. It was standing there, heaving a giant shiny axe, a bronze tint to it. Ugly was about 7 feet tall, and hunched over so as not to hit the ceiling. It would've been funny if it weren't for the fact that there was a very real hole in the wall, and if Ugly didn't have one, big, blurry emerald eye in the lower half of his forehead. He clearly couldn't see us, but he was sniffing the air and trying to focus on the area of the room we were in.
"What the heck is that?" Pix's eyes were round and fearful. I covered her mouth and tried to back away through the door we had came in. As soon as I took a step back, the wood creaked under my feet like the kind of cheesy horror movies Pix liked to watch. Ugly then decided to grab the axe with both hands, and with surprisingly quick force, tear into the wood floor in front of us like cutting through a stick of butter. I did not want to be a stick of butter. We ran the other way through the tiny arch and down the hallway so fast, I almost didn't notice the tense force in my back as it started to rip through my Spiderman costume and sprout wings out of my back. The fluttered and slowed me down, seemingly drag me backwards towards Ugly.
"THIS WOULD ONLY HAPPEN TO ME!" I screamed. Pix tugged on my hand but I pushed her away as I flew backwards towards Ugly. "GO!" I screamed as Ugly lumbered towards me, a crooked smile appearing as he heaved his axe. All of the sudden, my the feathers in my back decided maybe me becoming a stick of butter wouldn't be best for them. The started flapping in unison towards Pix. I was almost brushing the high ceiling as I caught up with her. "Take my hand!" I extended my arm as far as I could and she jumped up and grabbed it. My wings could barely hold the weight of two people, but we made it to the end of the hallway and I stuck my feet out as we landed. The wings folded themselves together and pushed themselves into my back with a pop.
"WHAT. THE. HECK?" Pix stared at me, her mouth hanging open.
"We have other things to worry about." I glanced back at Ugly as his pace quickened. Pix opens the door and leads us into the three-door room. She looks around and grabs a baseball bat tangled up in a fake cobweb. I almost smile until I hear Ugly's footsteps getting closer. We bust open the door and rush out into the fresh October air. Everyone is screaming and running and a Park Ranger gallops up. No, not run, gallops because he has no pants, and where his legs should be, there are furry little goat legs. "This night keeps getting stranger." I whisper.
The Ranger grabs my arm.
"Really? Halloween night? This is why I prefer Earth Day." He mumbles and shook his head. "We are only about 5 blocks away, thank goodness." I don't really remember what happens their, because Ugly chose that moment to burst through the front door and his breath alone, which I later found out is made to make people pass out, made everyone in the park but the Ranger pass out. From what I know, the Ranger proceeded to pick both Pix and me up, (Pix is really small, like a Pixie, hence the nickname Pix) and gallop us to the nearest taxi. He kicked the driver out and hit the gas, drivings us all the way to Camp Half-Blood, blah blah blah, Ugly chases us, blah blah blah, so when we are at a giant tree, a dragon scares Ugly off, blah blah blah. That's how we got to Camp Half-Blood. Now, onto everything interesting after, and trust me, that's a lot.