To whom who may concern,
This letter is a letter in which was left out on the street to be found, particularly by someone like you. If you wish to toss this away, please don't, send it to someone else, anyone just someone with the knowledge to read it. If you are reading this please know that my life before camp half-blood was one with heartbreak, death, loss, more loss, and jealousy. Although I also had feelings like love, family, forgiveness, and expectance.
It all started the day of the dead in America since I come from a family in Mexico we celebrate it. We where visiting my sister Sophie's grave in New York. I quite enjoy the day of the dead but not today. Me, my friend Justin were visiting we couched down on her grave and talked about Sophie memories, her personalities, and her singing voice.
When we were about to get up we saw three old ladies with a thread and some black and gold scissors across the street looking at someone on a bus he had sea green eyes and black hair. Something caught my attention, the snip across the street.
"Hey Justin, what are those old ladies doing across the street?"
"What old lad…..are they looking at you?"
"Nope. Why do you ask?"
"No reason just come with me."
After that Justin zigzagged in every which way until finally we stopped at a tree on the top of a hill I looked down and I saw a large columns of cabins, lava coming down the side of a rock climbing wall, lastly a flying horse or a horse with wings threatened to chop my head off.
20 minutes later…
After I was given a tour I went to cabin eleven I was surprised by the amount of people in this cabin there were some say 20 people in the bunks and 19 people on the floor. The people in the bunks have not only had elfish ears and a mischievous glint in there eye but a lot of stuff stored in there bunks. They showed me where I slept and guess what, I had a whole 8 floor panels to myself, isn't it great!
2 hours later…
We ate and then got running toward a camp fire half way though the song this land is the gods land a large gold harp floated above my head I could not believe it I'm son of Apollo
Until next time I can write to you,
Son of Apollo
Or son of the sun