So, I'm not sure what I want to do with this yet, but I think it's ok for now, tell me what you think.

I walked inside. Breathing in the air. Home. I hadn't been here for six weeks, and I missed it. Of coarse now I missed camp, but you can't have it all. I looked around; the foyer was just as I remembered it. Closet to the left, beige walls, nice stairs with an ugly blue wall to wall carpet. The fish tank was fuller than before; dad must have bought some new ones. I walked over to the fish tank and peered inside to see a school of mollies swim out of the mini castle in the tank. I turned as my brother and sister came inside each carrying their smaller trunks just as I had done. I turned to look in the living room, same ugly furniture same Agams on the wall from our trip to Israel when I was in third grade. The familiar flat screen TV stood in the corner with the wii right beside it along with the games and DVDs that were neatly stacked on the nearest shelf.

"Home," I said with a sigh. Six weeks at a theater arts camp can really change you, especially if it's one of the best camps in the country.

"I miss Katie!" my sister moaned just like she always does.

"Oh get over it Miriam," I told her, "You just left camp. How much can a counselor grow on you? You're nine." I was such a hypocrite. Last year my camp counselor Nondwe and I had been so close that she'd come all the way back from South Africa with her two friends for my Bat Mitzvah. Then she'd stayed for 3 months until her visa ran out and she had to go back. Unfortunately she stayed in South Africa this year because of the world cup. Not that I have anything against soccer, in fact I spent all my free time at camp working out so I could try out as goalie for our school team.

But she was nine.

Miriam let out a sob.

"Geeze," I muttered under my breath as I put my trunk into the living room. I rolled my neck, as it cracked from the long car ride. Ow.

"Zack can you help me with this," my mom told my younger brother as she slumped his large trunk up the stairs and I got caught in the door. He's 10 by the way. Me? 13, almost 14 though, (well more like four months minus a day but who's counting) finally!

"Lily, help mom," Zack said running over to the wii and starting it up.

Classic.

I walked over to my mom and helped her get the bag inside as my dad came in behind her holding the bag that was holding our pillows and sheets. He tossed it on the floor, no problem. While my mom and I placed the heavy black trunk on the floor, I saw the wii turn on, figures. He was playing Super Smash Bros Brawl.

"Miriam," I called. She came out of the kitchen with a sad face.

"Mom where's the fruit?" her dirty blonde hair fell down her back as she scrunched up her eyes. One blue one green. -This is not supposed to be Mary Sue, I got the idea because my sister actually has eyes like that and I they're creepy, in a cool way. Now I just gotta make sure she doesn't read that comment...-

"I'll show you in a second, let me just help your father get you and Lily's trunks," she said as she walked out the door leaving it open to let in the warm summer air.

"Don't you know where the fruit is? It's always out on the counter," I told her as I started to walk towards the kitchen.

She followed me, humming some song from The Wiz, which she had been in at camp. I flicked my brown hair at her just to get her to buzz of but she didn't notice.

I turned the corner to walk into a different world. I doubled back after almost falling into a hole in the floor.

"What the..."

"Told you," came a voice from behind me.

I turned around, wanting to smack her but I managed by clenching my cold fingers into fists.

Then it hit me, renovations. Ohhh...

I strode past Miriam and back into the foyer as my mom and dad came in carrying our trunks, well more like sliding, the things were giant.

"Can you get the door Lily?" my dad asked.

I walked over just as a strip of major annoyance cut me off and slammed the wooden black door with a thud.

"I got it," Miriam said walking away as I held my hands up in shock like I always did.

Oh well.

I went upstairs and glanced around at the white doors. Last door on the right. I thought in my head as I put my hand on the glass doorknob and pushed it open to enter my room.

Before I could, I heard a voice behind me.

"Excuse me, do you know a Miriam Kaufman?" I turned around to face a weird little boy about my age. I raised my eyebrows.

"Who are you?" Miriam appeared in the middle of the stairs. Great.

"I'm Grover," he said.

"Ha," I said sarcastically, "what is this Percy Jackson!"

The boy eyed me suspiciously, his brown eyes squinting at me as he wrinkled his brow, which made him look much older than he had before.

"What?" I asked him.

"What do you know about Percy?"

I gave him a look, "look what are you doing here freak?"

"I'll tell you after you tell me," he said stubbornly.

What an idiot, "give me whatever you stole now and no one gets hurt."

"Uhg! I don't have time for this, I smell monsters." he stomped his foot.

"Look dude obviously you're into this act but I'm serious," I could feel my insides start to burn, what a moron. Did he think I lived under a rock? Obviously not, but still.

"Mommy!" Miriam yelled. To be honest I almost forgot that was how this conversation started.

"Oh crap," he muttered.

"Hey, ding dong, how do you know her name by the way?"

He looked up, suddenly rather hopeful, "that's Miriam?"

"What's it to you?" I said protectively hovering over her now.

"One second Miriam!" came my mom's voice from downstairs.

"Hey Miriam," 'Grover' (moron) said, "let's go." he reached out his hand to grab her.

"Stay away from her you kidnapper!" I yelled as loud as I could, as I slapped his hand with as much force as I could muster.

"Ow, would you relax!" he yelled at me.

"Leave my sister alone!" I yelled as I picked up a stapler from my desk and held it threateningly over my head, ready to strike as I heard footsteps coming from the bottom of the stairs.

He cowered for a second his eyes not meeting mine. Then he threw off his Yankees cap.

"Eeeeeeeekkk!" I screamed and jumped back like two feet. Under his curly hair was two horns, like rams horns, shofar, the whole deal!

He gave me a look; "believe me now, seeing as you seem to already know who Percy is."

I was at a loss for words. Percy Jackson is not real, Grover Underwood is not real, Annabeth Chase is not real, GREEK GODS ARE NOT REAL! But no matter how much I thought it; here it was, right in my face.

"So, so, so, so why are you here?" I stuttered. My head spinning like a wind up toy had just been let loose.

My mom appeared at the edge of the steps, and I knew the answer to my question.

"Already?" she said, her blue eyes sagging with sadness and regret, I could see tears building up in her eyes.

Grover nodded, his horns and all.

I felt woozy and my legs felt like jelly underneath me, I was going to faint, I knew it. I held my stomach the pain felt like the stabbing of a knife right into my gut. Sweat reached my forehead and a migraine beyond belief was stretching at my head. It was like when I got my blood drawn except it was one million times worse.

My sister... Miriam Kaufman was a half-blood.

Even worse, I was not.