A/N: K, so this idea has been swarming around in my head forever and I really need to get it out! But, I promise it is going to be a full fledged story! :D

Italics=thoughts

Prologue

"You don't understand! I can't spend the rest of my life at camp! I can't sit here and refuse to live my life in the outside world! I'm 19! Please let me leave!" I was looking at Chiron with the best puppy-dog pout I had, and it was working. A little more and I knew I would be home free.

"You don't seem to realize that the monsters will find you! This is the safest place for you! Please, Atlanta, just stay here." He begged me from his wheelchair. Now, I know what you're thinking. How can you argue with him right? It seems perfectly logical to stay. I mean, what 19 year old kid doesn't want to go to camp? Me. Or maybe you're thinking, Why would you want to leave if there are monsters after you? Easy. They're easy to kill, and it's fun. Yeah, I know I'm a weird kid, thinking killing stuff is fun. Not exactly your regular 19-year-old-girl thoughts. What can I say, I'm unique. But, anyway, back to my point. I had been cooped up at camp since I was 11. I was thrown out of my house at 7 and survived on my own for 4 years. If I could handle that I think I could handle being away from camp for a year. That's all I wanted, a test run. One year on my own and if it didn't work I would come back to camp with no complaints. Ok, maybe only minor complaints.

"Chiron, I know how to handle myself! Not to mention, it's not like there are many monsters left! They're all flocking to Tartarus! And I know where to go so the monsters won't find me!"

"Oh, really, Atlanta? You know where to go? And where would that be?" Chiron shot back. Talk about sass!

"Easy. La Push, Washington. It is the definition of boondocks, and there is such a strong shape shifter smell there that no monster would dare to try and go through the town. They all avoid it as if it were the black plague. There is no way they could smell me underneath all that." Chiron sighed. My plan was fool proof. He knew I would win eventually. I don't know why he bothered holding out so long.

"Fine. Have it your way, Atlanta. But when you come back, I get to say I told you so."

"IF I come back, Chiron, you can say I told you so."