The frost beneath my bare feet felt somehow strangely relaxing. I didn't feel like putting on my Converse this morning even though it's winter. My feet were cold, but I'd gotten used to it.

I've always liked walking around camp just to notice and discover new things. The only problem was I've walked around so many times that everything has been noticed already. So today I was walking with my head down. I stared at my little toes that were starting to turn red with every step I took.

I finally got myself to take attention off of my feet and look around. I saw a few kids having a snowball fight with the wood nymphs just before the start of the forest. I also noticed Travis and Connor from my cabin trying to break-in to the camp's store; again. I sighed. It's always the same thing every day. The only thing that changes is the color of Mr. D's skin after he sneaks away during the campfires.

Let me give you a small description. My name is Kasey Gray. I'm twelve years old. I'm one of the few year-rounders here at Camp Half-Blood. I've been here since I was only a few months old according to Chiron. I don't know where I'm from and I don't know who either of my parents are. Seems like a nice life, right? Being able to spend your whole life training to fight monsters, living years with your friends, and, best of all, no parents to tell you what to do and what not to do.

But think about it this way: spending your whole life training to fight monsters, even though you almost never actually get the chance to, living your whole life with acquaintances because your too shy to make any real life-long friends except one who isn't here in the winter, and, worst of all, not knowing who anybody in your family is, including your parents. This is the story of my life.

My thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

"Kasey, I would like to speak with you."

I looked up and saw Chiron on the porch of the Big House in his wheelchair form. His eyes were soft but serious.

I nodded and fallowed him inside to the rec room where we held all the important meetings. He gestured for me to sit down by the ping-pong table. He wheeled up across from me. His eyes looked more worried than serious now. I looked down.

After about a minute of awkward silence, I decided to speak up.

"So, err… Is something wrong?" I asked nervously.

He shrugged. "I should be asking you the same question."

I looked up and lifted an eyebrow.

"Kasey," he said concerned. "This is the fourth day in a row that I've seen you just walking around alone."

I opened my mouth to tell him that I've been walking alone for a lot longer than that, but I quickly closed my mouth on second thought.

"I apologize for poking into your business but it's not hard to notice."

I shrugged.

"So, is there something wrong?"

I was about to answer when I was interrupted by a loud splash and some naiads screaming for their lives. I looked out the window towards Camp Half-Blood's canoe lake, startled to find a van that had fallen from the sky.

"Chiron," I said nervously. "You might want to see this."

He quickly wheeled up next to me. For a little while we just stared, until finally I looked over and saw him grinning. He excused himself and wheeled out onto the porch.

No more pointless walks through camp, no more hiding in cabin #11 to escape pointless training. My life was about to change. I could feel it.

This is my first story. I have a feeling I know where its going but i don't know if I should keep going. Opinions&comments would be very helpful ! Thanks ! (: -kenna