Day 1-
DUDE.
I don't think you understand how big this is. Rick Riordan wrote about my city! MY CITY! And he said that the Roman Camp is like, right near where I live!
And you thought I freaked when they visited San Francisco, Helen.
And they speak LATIN! What language am I taking at school? LATIN! It can't be a coincidence. It just can't!
So now Helen, Joe, Kaitlin, and I are off to find this Roman camp. And find it, we will.
Day 3-
After searching all over Walnut Creek, have concluded that, while Jason, Piper, and Leo appeared here, their camp is not here.
Day 6-
After biking about 50 miles (Joe insists it wasn't that far. Kaitlin insists that next time we steal her sister's car), have concluded that, while they fought that giant thingy on Mount Diablo, the Roman camp is not there.
Day 7-
Have found convenient road sign saying, 'Jupiter Avenue'. Led to house of crazy cat lady screaming at me in Russian. Have concluded she is not hiding Roman camp in basement. Besides, who has a basement in California?
Day 9-
Have found conveniently empty lot. Spent half-hour screaming, "Salve!" (which means hello in Latin). Nothing happened. Have concluded that either the Roman demigods have smelt my mortal-ness, or have been screaming for half-hour for no particular reason.
Day 12-
Am desperate. Have resorted to getting my dog to smell the Lost Hero and find the Roman camp. Have instead found 43 squirrels. Helen has found a suspicious-looking footprint in her front lawn, but is adamant that it is only her stalker, Jeremy. Joe stopped looking a week ago. Kaitlin thinks we're all crazy.
Day 15-
Kaitlin has found breakthrough. Am now staking out the hill by her house. Just saw three teenagers huddled around something. Am convinced it is a sword.
Sword is actually fake ID. Have confiscated.
Day 19-
Am losing hope. Have resorted to sniffing The Lost Hero and trying to follow scent. Have instead found Cold Stone. Fair trade.