Aish Sheva(17)

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KayCelestine(11)

Hi my name is Percy. This is the story of the rudest people on the face of this lovely earth we inhabit. By the way…my old teacher Mrs. Dodds…well, she was a monster. Just thought I would share that insightful bit of information with you. I stretched after the long car ride. I was looking forward to meeting the additions to Camp Half-Blood. I walked across the sunny grounds feeling a sense of relief. I was home.

I made my way towards the dining pavilion in the hopes of finding Grover or Annabeth. Instead I was met with several glares. I shook away the glares, not knowing who they were. I had intended to ignore them until I heard the muffled whispers float my way.

"Just look at his grammar!" An unpleasantly high voice complained.

"Hey, he's kind of hot. Look at those dreamy, sea green eyes!" A baby's voice retaliated.

"But look at that horrible outfit," A deep man's voice said disgustedly.

I turned, shocked, to tell the man that the bright orange shirts were, in fact, very stylish in my opinion. My opinion was all that mattered…right? But when I turned to face the man I found out that the man was actually a girl.

"What's your problem?!?!"

"Your face in my problem!" said the taller of the two girls. She was…hideous –to put it nicely. It looked as if her face had been set on fire then an innocent bystander had remorsefully beat it out with a pitchfork. How nice of him/her. As she turned to stalk away I caught sight of her name, which was plastered to her back in big, black letters. All of us campers wore the same "horrible" shirts.

"Aish Sheva? What kind of name that?" Weird….

She didn't answer. With her too large nose stuck up, she stumbled away.

"Hi, my name is Bamidele," he said, fluttering his short eyelashes.

"What?"

"Bamidele."

"Huh?"

"Just call me Bami."

"I still don't get it."

"Bamidele, Bami for short Baa-(like a sheep) –meee. Say it with me now: Baa-mee."

"Bamie?"

"Bamidele!"

"Don't care." He cried like the big baby he was and ran off, nearly tripping over his own feet.

"You jerk!" the manly voice of the stout little girl grumbled. If Aish Sheva's looks were hideous then this girl was…repulsive.

"Excuse me for a moment; I think I just vomited a little in my mouth from looking at you. Seriously, I don't think I can even call you a girl. I can't even call you a guy. It would be rude to males everywhere."

"No one talks to Kay like that!" She tried to kick me but ended up kicking herself in the back of her leg. Her face flushed tomato red in response before she stumbled away in mortification.

"Worst authors ever…" I mumbled to myself, shaking my head.