Tyler's POV

I've been here since I was 5, unclaimed. Wow...I can just say I really hate my father, whoever he is. He left my mom once I was born, what a jerk! He also hasn't claimed me as his son, yet. I am 13 years old. I have waited 8 years now. I have been stuck in the cabin for 8 years. I don't even believe I'm one of them, anymore.

This cabin sucks: packed with kids, unclaimed or not, claimed ones try and steal your stuff, it's hard to sleep on night, on the floor and all, no beds left because there are so many kids, it's loud all the time. Wouldn't you hate this place?

My name is Tyler. I am not like a normal kid. I have ADHD and of the demi-god. Yeah...a demi-god, half human, half god. My father is a god but he didn't claim me yet. I looked at the at the other unclaimed kids. Then at the Hermes kids. Lucky ones...they got claimed.

"Dad," I asked silently, "Why do you hate me?" I coulden't take the thought of it. I looked through my bag and found it, a small poket knife. I pulled my sleeve up. Then, I gripped the knife and put in on my wrist, well you know the rest, I made a scar deep. I am also not a normal kid because, I am one of the obly demi-gods, probley the only one, that cut theirselves. I started to bleed, like always, I just grabbed a cloth and wiped the blood. I pulled my sleeve down. No one knows I cut myself, as long as I do, no one will ever know.

The other kids started to get up. Cleaning time. I cleaned my small area and sat quietly. My friend, Gage, came over and sat by me.

"Hey, bro," he said, "Whats up?"

"Still waiting to be claimed," I said with slight rage in my voice. "You?"

"Still waiting for you to stop wondering," he shot back in the same voice. He walked over to where he sleeps. He got a bed because he was aon of Hermes.

I am absolutly sick of him. He accually isn't what I call a friend. After I told him something he would went to his half-brothers and told them what I just said.

The head conselor, Ethan, told us to line up for breakfast. Everyone beat me to the line I was always the last one, but who really cares? I walked slowly to the line, head down, my black hair covered my face.

We walked to the mess hall. I sat on the edge of the table by myself, until I got my food. I went up to the fire and dumped some of my food. Now I have to sat a blessing. Ugh.

"Whoever you are." I walked away then, sat in the same spot. No one seems to like the edge of the table. So, I sat alone. I always am. I hoped the day would go by fast.

I saw Chiron staring at me. He got up, in is centaur form, white horse's body, chest and up a man. He walded over to me and said to come to the big house when breakfast was over. Great, I am in trouble again!

Breakfast ended. I walked To the big house. When I walked in, Chiron was in his wheelchair.

"You've been hurting yourself, Tyler," He said. My eyes widen in shock. How did he know? "I've been keeping a close watch on you, Tyler." Stalker. "I want to know why you would do such a thing as cut yourself?"

"Umm...? Your buisness, is it," I asked then walked out. As I walked out, I see this girl. She's new, but I know her. I have seen her before. I just don't know where.

"Hi," she said. "I'm new here and some said to come here...?" She sounds uncertain.

"Yeah," I said. "Come on." I walked her to Chiron's office. "Not my buisness is it," He asked. The girl next to me stared at him. "Shut up," I almost yelled. "There's a new girl." She looked a little scared of Chiron. I don't know why. "Hi, I'm Ellie," she said. Ellie...I do know her. From kindergarden. That day. The day I came here.

"Tyler," Chiron asked. "Show her around." Sure, I will. I looked at her, she was staring at me. As we walked out she said, "I know you." Wow she knows too. I showed her all around camp. She didn't ask anything, or talk. She just stared...at me. After the tour, I asked her if she wanted to talk. She just nodded.

"Okay," I said. "You know me? I know you." Her eyes are full of sadness. Wonder why. She hugged me and started crying. "You okay?" She just keeps crying. "Tyler," she said, "How long have you been here?" She knew abouth this place? "Since I was 5, that day?" She stopped crying. She breathed slowly. She then changed the subject, "Whats not his buisness?" Out of all the things she could say, she said that.

"Don't tell anyone," I asked. She nodded. I pulled up my sleeve. She gasped. "Why...?" She touched my arm and traced the scars. Her finger stopped at the one I made this morning. "Tyler...I've been wanting to see you," she said, "But when I do. I see you like this! Tyler! Tell me why!" She demanded it. "I can tell you why. Because you-I thought you were dead. My dad hasn't claimed me, I've been here 5 years, no idea who I am. Why else." I asked.

She pulled her hand away. I pulled my sleeve up. "Please...?" She wanted me to stop. "I'll try" She clapped her hands. "Thanks," she said in a sing song voice. She then kissed my cheek. It was getting dark. Time for the camp fire.