Hi everybody! This is my first story! Its about my character going to Camp Half Blood! Enjoy!

Who here, out of all the people reading this, is a demigod? Not someone who WOULD LIKE to be a demigod, not some kid dressed up as Hercules for Halloween. I mean an actual Half Blood. Uh wait, ME! And I'm not too thrilled about it either.

My name is Nerissa Andrews. I am now 11 years old and I live in Frostburg Maryland. I'm in 6th Grade now and go to Mt. Savage Middle School. I guess you could call me a Tomboy. (Considering the fact that I HATE HATE HATE HATE Pink, and My favorite color is Blue, and I can beat all the boys at any sport.)

I would have to say that the weirdest day of my life was when my bus driver turned into- well, I'll start off from here:

I was in a dream. I was standing on the edge of an abyss in some place that looked like uh… H, E, Double Hockey Sticks.

Anyway, I deep, evil laughter. It sounded like it was coming from every direction. Suddenly, there was a big gust of wind, causing me to stumble forward and fall into the hole.

"AAAGGGH!" I screamed as I woke up. I was lying in my bed at home. Everything was fine. No bottomless pit in the ground, no weird dude laughing like a mad man.

I sat up and yawned. "Just a dream…" I mumbled as I got out of bed and got dressed. Then I went downstairs into the kitchen, where my foster parent's were having breakfast.

"Good morning Nerissa!" My so called 'Mom' said to me.

"Morning…" I mumbled back. I'm not really much of a morning person.

"Good Morning big sis!" My little sister Amy said cheerfully. "Morning Amy." I said perking up a little. Even though she isn't my real little sister, she can be really sweet.

Amy was Seven now. She was going into 1st Grade.

"Hey big sis, aren't you gonna be late?" Asked Amy pointing at the window.

I looked over and gasped. "The bus!" I cried as I grabbed my backpack and ran for the door. "Bye Mom, Dad, Amy!" I cried as I ran out the door and onto the bus. Little did I know that I wouldn't be seeing them again for a loooong time.

My friend Alex was waiting for me in the back seat.

"I got the back seats!" He cried. I smiled. Everyone always wanted to be in back, because when you went over a bump, you went up three feet in the air and hit your head on the ceiling. But its all worth it.

I thought I heard a slight growl from the buss driver as I walked passed, but I figured he just had a small cold. And Boy was I wrong.