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Summer camp could be kind of like high school. For a lot of people, this was okay. Friends, cafeteria style seating, with much better food, and cliques. For me, the cliques were the worst part. I got along with people, though, so I didn't really have anything to complain about. My cabin mates all liked me, I got along with most of the Hermes kids, which made up a good chunk of camp, and I even got along with some Ares kids, which was rare, but there was no one there I really trusted.
I'm not going to lie, that was a lot to ask for, especially in a world where everyone is always trying to kill you, but I couldn't help but hope somedays, that someone would come and I'd be able to have someone to wear best friend necklaces with, eat pizza, and watch movies. Maybe we'd even talk about boys. I didn't really know, what I was looking for, all I knew, was that I didn't have it.
Today was a relatively calm day at Camp. That was rare seeing as we're all half god and usually there's some kind of crisis that we need to solve, people we need to save, or a quest that needed to be completed. Maybe the world even needed saving, but today there was nothing. Not even drama with the Aphrodite kids about nail polish. I guess the world could handle itself for the day.
That kind of made me angry. It shouldn't have, but it did. If the world could handle itself for a day, why not a week? A month? A year? I sighed and looked back down to the cover of the movie I'd bought from the camp store. Usually Conner and Travis and whatever other Hermes kid was working there, kept some movies for me. They kew what it meant to me. They knew how homesick I got.
"Hannah!" There was a call behind me and I started to wonder if the world had gotten sick of solving its own problem and maybe now it actually decided that it wanted the help of a bunch of teenagers, who could barley talk to people of the opposite gender and who all just started using deodorant a few weeks ago. I turned around to see Rebecca Neal Caffrey, or Neal, as most people called her. I never really knew why and I knew some of the other campers made fun of her for it, but I never asked. Everyone had secrets around here.
"What's up?" I asked and turned to face her. She was bouncing up and down, as usual.
"We're playing capture the flag tonight!" I gave a smile. Her energy was contagious. "Hermes and Apollo on the same team, we'll kill it! Together!" I smiled again, wondering if that would be enough to make her go away. Don't get me wrong, I liked Neal, I was in a weird mood though. I got like this sometimes and I never really knew why. I tried to force the same smile that I gave crowds when I was dancing with my mother, before all of this started, but I never could seem to find the smile anymore. Rebecca could however, and I couldn't help but think about how good she would have been on a stage, with her caramel colored hair, bright green eyes, and petite frame, she would have been a natural dancer. I turned to face her.
"Who are we going against?" I asked.
"Poseidon, Ares, and Hephaestus!" She answered back and I sighed. We were good, but we were going to get our butts kicked. I sighed, but smiled.
"Thanks for telling me," I look back at the cabins and the river. I could have swam it. I wasn't athletic, but I wasn't out of shape. Years of dance had toned my muscles and I didn't think swimming would be any different then dance. If I made it to the end of the river, I could run easily through the woods and back to Manhattan. Then, I could get a job as a dancer. I could buy a house. Like my mother and I had always planned to do, but then there were the monsters. I shivered. I remembered the hands that had grabbed my arms and the way their faces had shifted so easily. It was the first time I'd ever seen through the Mist. I closed my eyes. Becca was still standing there.
"Sorry," I said and looked at her apologetically. "Can I just be alone for a bit?" Neal nodded and smiled.
"Sure, Hannah. If there's anything that Hermes cabin can do for you , just let us know!" I nodded and forced another smile. Becca's enthusiasm just made it harder to push her away, but there was something about everyone here that made me wary. Maybe it was because they were all half god. Maybe it was because they were all teenagers. Maybe because I was anti-social. I sighed. Maybe because no heroes ever got a happy ending.
