Every ounce of my being was in this fight. Therefore, it was only fitting me to end up on my back by the end. Multiple minor cuts lined the parts of my body not veered by my armor. My opponent was looking down at me with a cocky grin. I had the same one when I entered this battle. Instead, now I was having a hard time to breathe and my whole face was red. I looked around and saw that Clarisse was just chuckling off to the side.
"Chris, help me up," I murmured not having enough strength to talk fully.
"Why should I?" Chris asked as his grin spread ever farther across his face
"Be a gentlemen," Anger started to seep into my voice. Chris shook his head at my tone, but gave his hand to me. I took it and was pulled to my feet a little faster than I would have liked. I stood for a minute trying to get my balance and breath back. Chris patted my back before heading over to Clarisse. They chatted for a while before going outside. The second I was sure they were gone I threw my sword down to the ground. It chattered against the practice floor as it tumbled into the far corner. I grabbed my hair in frustration and let out a cry that summed up my anger in one. I went over to my sword. It was a good sword. Not a great one or a memorable one like Riptide. It was the sword I created so what would you expect out of it. I grasped it from the ground and started out of the practice area.
I shook my head before glancing up to the door. It was a perfect day outside. No cloud in sight like every other day in this camp. Only something was blocking my full view to the outside. I stopped immediately. Three feet in front of me, it was no other than Percy Jackson. He was staring intently at me with concern and confusion. My face along with my arms immediately became red from embarrassment. I broke out into a jog and pushed past Percy.
"Are you okay?" He called after me as I stormed off. I didn't dare answer him, but deep in my heart, I wished he would run after me and we would have this long conversation and he would hug me and I would fit in with everyone. Mostly I wished that I didn't have Hermes as a father, but that is a completely different matter. Anyway he didn't. He probably just went on with his practice and forgot me completely. Most people did anyway.
I made my way back to Hermes's cabin. I threw open the door and luckily no one was there. I made my way to my bed. A few tears slid down my face as I slid underneath my cover. Hours went by and when my stepbrothers and sisters finally did come to bed no one paid attention to me and no one cared that I was alone. Maybe because I was alone.
I slide off to sleep sometime after I heard the girl next to me start talking about cute guys and celebrities to the girl on bunk above me.