Your Camp Half-Blood

Ever wondered what YOUR camp half blood experience would be?

Who you'd be friends with? Who you wouldn't?

What you'd be good at?

WHO YOUR GODLY PARENT WOULD BE?

What adventures you'd have?

Well look no further, for I shall make your wonderings cease to exist!

Just tell me your name (Full name preferably)

Age

Appearance

Maybe a bit about your personality

Any crushes (I promise I wont tell!)

And any other information.

To give you an example, and because I have no reviews to start with, I'll begin with my own.

And some of the characters are actually real people, including my Crush and best friend (And FYI my crush is my best friends' big brother. Yikes O.O)

Or if you'd prefer you can give me your own characters to work with!

Thanks!

Yours truly,

HighFivingGoodbyes

Rachel Gilligan (Not Dare. It's a common name people!)

'C'mon Rae! She's gaining!' Lauren urged her voice high with fear.

'I. Can't!' I puffed, out of breath. We'd been running for hours, totally defenceless.

I stopped dead, clutching my stitch and panting like a dog in the sun.

'Yeah, Rae! D'ya want us all to get eaten?' Euan asked his panic clear on his face.

Earlier today, I'd found out he's part goat, and my dad's a god.

The sun god, to be precise.

It makes sense, I guess you could say. After all, I happen to be able to sing pretty well and have a knack for poetry (Even though I hate it! Weird, huh?) And once on holiday I hit the bull's eye at archery (A.N. True!)(One of the entertainment options at my hotel in turkey. It was EPIC!)

I took a deep breath, and took a quick glance behind me. Sure enough, there she was.

Lamia, the child-eating demon was hissing furiously, not far behind us.

She was fat and slovenly, not to mention slow, thank the gods, but she was a sight to behold, I guess you could say.

She was as wide as my arm span, with an almost human body. Human legs. Human arms etc, but her face was horrifically distorted, her eyes too far apart and sitting on the side of her face, her nose long and crooked, and looked like it had been broken severely in several places.

A snarling mouth with huge shark-like fangs and eyes like a snake's.

A snakeskin was wrapped around her waist and around her forearm a tiny serpent wrapped its way around her wrist.

'Everybody RUN!' I wailed, and, forgetting my stitch. I bolted up the hill, past Lauren and Euan and almost collapsed with exhaustion.

'Wait up!' Lauren called from behind me, grabbing Euan's skinny arm and tugging him behind her.

'No! I don't want to get eaten by a crazy snake-Thing!'

She started hissing in a language I couldn't fully understand, but I somehow managed to work out.

Children. Horrible. Children. Stop. Delicious. Children.

I gulped.

You know, for someone as lazy and unfit as Lauren, she could run fast. Way faster than me, though we finished neck and neck at the 400 meter race at school (A.N. That's true!)

She caught up quickly, and was running by my side almost immediately, smiling through the tears of terror that dribbled down her cheeks.

Then I saw a dragon. A real life dragon, right in front of me, by the tree I was supposed to get past.

Oh Shitballs!

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, still running, and counted to three. When I opened my eyes, it was still there.

It was the size of a school bus, maybe even bigger, wrapped around an old oak tree, and draped over the branches was a glimmering golden fleece.

'Is that….' I stammered, in both terror and amazement.

'The real fleece? Yeah, it is,' Euan guessed.

'No! A dragon!' I squeaked.

'Yeah,'

I gulped. Holy Chuck Norris, that thing was huge!

I froze with fear, just as Lauren did, and we both stared, stunned.

'Oh C'mon! He won't hurt you! He's just protecting the fleece! Just go, unless you want to be Lamia Chow!'

We complied and hurried up the hill, and over the boundary line.

Last thing I knew, I was tumbling.

Now a boy about a year or two older than me was leaning over me, spoon-feeding me a liquid that tasted like a MacDonald's Cheeseburger. I hadn't had one in so long. It was paradise.

'Oh! You're awake! How you feeling?' He asked in a deep voice.

'Like I got hit on the head with a boulder,' I answered dryly, rubbing at my eyes.

'You did get hit on the head with a boulder…sort of…' He murmured.

He had kind blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds- Or the Cullens (haha), and long black eyelashes.

'That explains that,' I muttered.

He barked a laugh. He had a nice laugh.

I laughed with him, my eyes fixed on him and only him.

He was white as a sheet, with short black hair, the perfect contrast to his alabaster complexion, and very tall.

'Where am I?' I wondered.

He beamed. 'The hospital wing.'

I went to sit up, but felt a twang in my back, and gasped in pain, lying back down.

'Are you okay? I'm no healer. Maybe I should get one of your brothers or sisters…'

He had a southern drawl. I love southern drawls.

'No. It's fine! I just need some help getting up…'

He beamed. 'Sure,' and offered me his oversized hand.

I took it. My hand looked tiny compared to his. Compared to everybody's actually. But especially his.

Carefully, he began to pull me up. My back protested, but I didn't give a damn. Not when I was holding HIS hand.

I was now fully upright in my bed, and began to feel my head throb, which I hadn't noticed before.

Ow.

'Are you SURE you're alright?' He asked.

I nodded, despite the pain in my head, and gave him a smile.

He blushed and smiled back. 'So, what's your name?'

I grinned. 'Rachel. But you can call me Rae. Or Gilligan, or whatever,' I shrugged.

He chuckled lightly. 'Oh cool. The camp oracle's name's Rachel too. She even has red hair!' He gave me a wide grin.

I shook my head. 'Mine's dyed. But it's still cool,'

'Yeah,' He agreed.

'What's your name?'

He gave me a shy look. 'I'm Philip,'

I smiled. 'Cool name,'

'Thanks,'

I kicked off my sheets. They were far too warm anyway and slowly got up.

'You shouldn't be doing that Rachel!' Philip scolded. 'You of all people should know that,'

I shrugged. 'See me carin'?'

'No. I don't' He agreed.

The sun was streaming through the open window. I had to get out. I need a tan. I look like Casper the friendly ghost.

'Rachel, Don't!' Philip squeaked, his voice going a bit high.

'I'm fine Philip! Don't worry about me!' I assured him.

One month passed and not much happened. Well, accept pretty much everything.

I played Pinochle with a God, a horse and my satyr friend Euan, I hit the bull's-eye every time on the archery range, and in sword fighting practice I got my booty whooped by the best swordsman at camp. Percy Jackson.

Show off. Yeah, kick the beginners butt. Fight someone at your own level.

Apparently Percy is way more than an excellent swordsman, but also a great survivor. Rumour has it he was even offered the opportunity to become a god, but said no.

Yeah right!

I would say yes in a second, but would probably beg and plead for one of my friends to join me. I bet it'd be lonely, being a god. Never aging. You'd miss out on a lot, I'd bet.

Never go to prom. Never grow old. Never die.

I could live with that. Literally. Haha.

My cabin was pretty crowded. About ten or so campers. Which is a lot. Most cabins only have about 6 or less, so I'd say I'm quite lucky.

I bonded quite quickly with a girl named Bethany, who happened to be from around the same place as me, which was pretty cool.

She was 2 years younger than me, with very short blonde hair. Very blonde hair. It was almost yellow, but she insists that it's natural.

She had very big blue eyes which seemed to sparkle when she was happy and impossibly long blonde eyelashes which curled up onto her eyelids. She was quite short, like myself, with plump lips and prominent front teeth and had a cute personality.

So naturally, I liked her instantly.

She couldn't trump Lauren though. Lauren would always ALWAYS be my best friend. No matter what.

The END?

Once I come up with a plot, you may be seeing more of me ;)

I hope that's okay.

Obviously I can't write any more until someone reviews, so please please PLEASE review. I need you guys!

Thanks!

The truth behind the story there:

Lauren is my REAL best friend.

Philip is my REAL crush (And Lauren's real brother. *Gasp* He's 17 and I'm 13, so there's no chance of us in reality, but in here, anything can happen. I could get together with Johnny Depp if I wanted…But that'd be weird.

Bethany is my REAL little sister.

I did hit the bull's-eye. Awesome, no?

I didn't get my booty whooped by Percy Jackson. Sadly. I'd take a beating from HIM any day.

I don't REALLY want to be a god. But it would be cool, I'll give you that. ;)

I DO die my hair

Bethany doesn't. *GASP* it's so bright I'm blind! Stupid 11 year old! Damn her amazing yellow hair.

Philip actually looks like that. I know. SEX BOMB or what?

Lol.

I'm not really american, nor is Lauren, Philip or Bethany. Euan is made up ;) I thought it was a good name for a Satyr. You know, Ewe, as in 'sheep' when he's part goat?

Oh never mind

Philip doesn't, therefor, have a southern drawl. I just like southern drawls. O.O

Thanks for reading! Xx

Yours Truly,

Rae xX