Note: this is my first story and if people would please read and correct this so that I can become a better writer. Thank you all. Also, don't call Alicia four
Tom's POV
I was dragging the demigod girl to the camp. She wasn't screaming, she wasn't fighting; she was just digging her heels into the ground as hard as she possibly could. My first day on the job of Keeper and I just had to get a difficult one didn't I?
"Stop dragging me or I will hurt you." Said the 5-year-old girl with a perfectly calm face but a hard expression in her eyes.
"Your 4." I said, trying to ignore the girl who was glaring at me. "You couldn't beat up a highscho—OOOF"
She had socked me in the jaw. "Oww!" I said, "feisty little thing, aren't you?"
"If you don't let go of me right now, I'll show you just how feisty, I can be!" She shrieked. "And I'm five, not four." She said sweetly, shaking her head (her pigtails swinging), and holding up five little fingers.
I was really, really, really scared.
"So," said the freaky little girl in a singsong voice, pulling out a lollypop and licking it. "Where is we going?" She started skipping along.
"Ummm." I said, still really creeped out. "To a hill with strawberries?" I asked, trying to play along with her sweet-girl act. She faltered, ran to a rock, and started sobbing into her tiny palms.
"Are…you…Ummm…okay?" I asked, trying not to faint.
"Just go away!" she wailed. "You treat me like I'm 3 and I'm not!" Then she sat up, wiping her nose on her sleeves. She looked directly at me and shrieked in terror. Then she was smiling. It went on like that for about an hour. Here is a list of moods/ personality changes she went through that hour:
Happy
Mass murderer
Suicidal
Feisty
Antagonistic
Joyful
Hyper
Exhausted
Bird of prey (now that was a weird one)
Hope
Animosity
Specific (like 4. miles specific)
Depression
Peace
War
Atoll the Hun
Drama queen
Desperate
Serial killer
Armey man
Posttraumatic stress disorder
Paranoia (this was the hardest)
Chief
Chef
Mozart
Border
Homicidal/ genocidal
And those are just the ones I remember. I am now walking as far away from her as she'll let me go, with a black eye, a bloody jaw, little red finger marks on my neck, a long gash up my arm, and my horns tied with bows. Uggg I couldn't take much more of thi—OUCH! Make that another bruise on my shoulder. She also kicked me in the shins. When I finally pushed the little girl inside of the boundaries of camp halfblood, she picked a heavy branch and swung it at my head. Everything went black.