Author's Note: Hello! Remember in my last story when I said something about my new OC Lesliegh? Yeah, this is her story her and Summer's lives intertwine so it's not like I forgot about dear Summer Montehey. I don't own the PJO and HoO series do you think that Rick Riordan would be on ? I think not.
Up until now Stevie had wandered around Long Island completely unaware of this so called Camp Half Blood or who she really was. Stevie's real name is Lesliegh Solei Cosmos Decore call her that and she'll kill you. Anywho, Stevie had always kept her cellphone within reach at all times. Her best friend Summer Montehey had gone missing. Now Stevie spent her vacation days wandering Long Island looking for some type of sign that Summer was still a living soul.
" Day 62 no success" Stevie had scrawled into her notepad. Her notepad was usually used for sketching fantastical things, but this Summer would be different Stevie would write down everything just like her mother who was a busy publicist. Headphones jammed into her ears playing some Ellie Goulding song, combat boots taking her nowhere.
Stevie wandered into the woods like usual sniffing for scent of a decaying organic life forms, or grapes, Summer always had a grape scent. Until piercing screams reached her eardrum so loud it made her earsplitting pop songs sound muffled, completely ruining her music experience. What. The. Flip.
Then she started running. Left foot, Right foot you know the drill. Stevie always felt powerful when she ran, it reminded her of her favorite not-so-real person ever. Katniss Everdeen. The witty, headstrong, tough , girl from District 12 who knew a bow and arrow like the back of her hand. Then she got to the scene. Boys and girls running around with weapons trying to kill some time of monster. Before she could do or say anything something had pushed her to the ground with such force she blacked out.
Minutes after that embarrassing fall there stood a Latino elf-looking kid who was surprisingly cute at her side. According to the other strangers said Latino boy whammed the monster repeatedly with his hammer, making sure it wasn't attacking her anymore. Nice, as if she needed some prince charming to save the day and make sure the poor little princess doesn't break a nail or something tragic like that. " Um, can someone explain what happened in a way that makes sense, someone who isn't crazy?" Stevie said frantically trying to push her obnoxious caramel curls out of her face. As if her day could get any worse everyone stood for a moment quietly and started laughing at her strong British/Australian accent.
Stevie then pulled herself from the scene attempting to walk away with a broken leg until something caught her eye. Someone caught her eye. Summer caught her eye. The girl had changed much really still looking pathetically, weak and stupid just like the plastic looking girls accompanying her. No she hadn't changed a bit. "Why did I even look for her?" Stevie thought enraged. This was nothing like the sweet, happy reunion she had expected. They'd both be in tears, absolutely happy to see each other. In reality only one of them would be in tears. Not even tears of joy.
Stevie had spent not one Summer but two. Two whole Summers frantically looking for her best friend. Said best friend had been living it up in some camp in Long Island. What did they call it? Camp Half Blood ,right? Did Stevie ever even cross Summer's mind? Or was Summer just too happy with her perfect life and perfect plastic friends. Clearly, she didn't have time to deal with a needy preppy, goth girl. No, no. It was too hard for anyone to deal with Stevie. Her own mother doesn't like her, Stevie doesn't fit into the picture there either. Maybe that's why mother had always made sure business trips were scheduled during her birthday? What hurt the most is that Stevie's birthday only comes once every four years. Her own mother put in all her effort to make sure she missed her daughter's coming of age every time. Heck, dad was dead. At least that's what mother told her. No matter what there would never be any time for me. I have an entire penthouse floor to myself.
Her ADHD could never let her stand still like a normal person so there she was playing with the hem of her skirt. Even on the way back home in the car mother had sent looking for her she played with the hem of her skirt quietly not saying a word to the driver. It was in the wee hours of the night when Stevie stood in her room thinking hard. Deja vou, I have seen this before. Then it hit her. Camp Half Blood as in the fictional camp in that book series she adored. Clearly, that camp isn't fictional.
TO BE CONTINUED
Author's Note: Yeah I'm sorry if it seemed dragged on but next chapter will be better I promise :P. So yeah her name is Lesliegh but she prefers Stevie. And I kind of made it obvious who her godly parent is…..:/ Bye!