Left out

by The Ice Within

I know I'm different from all of you, but you don't have to glare at me just because I'm different. You can't just look at me, based off my appearances or races. I'm also a camper, a demigod, and a human that have emotions. OC

Left out

By the Ice Within

Language: English (duh!)

Rated: K+

Genres- Hurt/Comfort

Character: OC

Status: Complete- this is a very short one-shot

Summary: I know I'm different from all of you, but you don't have to glare at me just because I'm different. You can't just look at me, based off my appearances or races. I'm also a camper, a demigod, and a human that have emotions. OC

A/N- just something that bothered me for a long time, ever since I started reading PJO. Every time the campers were from the US, or somewhere around there- either its New York or Old York, what if you weren't from any of those places?

I wandered around the camp, having nothing to do. I looked at the other campers, having fun training with their friends, whether they were from the same cabin or not. It didn't matter to them if they weren't sister/brothers, or if they weren't from the same country, they were always friends.

My heart ached when I saw them smile at each other, or extend a helping hand when someone fell during sword fighting. A pat on the back, a friendly nudge was always present between them. Nothing mattered, as long as they were American.

At first, the snickers and glares didn't bother me when they saw me- I thought they just weren't used to me. But after months and months in camp, it still was like that. I had no friends; Chiron was always uncomfortable and awkward around me. I was always left out of discussions. And what bothered me the most was that I had to be in the Hermes cabin, when all other campers were Hermes children, and I wasn't. I was the only demigod that wasn't claimed after Percy made them swear to claim us after we were 13. I waited for years, and I wasn't claimed. Just like the other matters, I wasn't bothered at first, since I hadn't reached the age of 13, but now I was 14, but still I wasn't claimed.

I heaved a sigh and walked into the forest, where some of the 'forest friends' were still nice to me. I often spent the night in the forest, under Juniper's tree, instead of walking into 'my' cabin and bearing the stares from the campers.

I lost count of the nights that I cry myself to sleep, and the mornings that I pull myself up from the forest floor and hurry to the bathroom, before anyone could bother me further.

My life was like this for the past few years. I've written to my mom a lot of times, telling her how life sucks here, how miserable my life has become. Telling her that I rather be in a school and fail everything because of my ADHD and dyslexia than being in camp. But she says it's too dangerous out there. I would reply her, saying I rather die while fighting a monster, than die of embarrassment. She never replied my letters after that. Was she also embarrassed that I'm different from the others? Does she regret giving birth to me?

I hate being different. I hate being left out. I hate my life. I was telling the truth, I rather die. I'll prove to them, I'm not different in the way they think I am, I'm different because I'm better.

I feel so left out, so vulnerable in camp. I'm sick of this treatment- the loud comments, snorts and scoffs- don't they know that I'm just another demigod, a camper, just like them? I'm someone who has emotions, someone who can feel left out and get hurt when you push me onto the floor. Actually, I don't mind all the treatment, but I want a reason.

And the only reason you can give me is that, I'm an Asian, or rather- I'm not American.