Ugh. What do you want? I drew back the covers of my bed to see my friend Jake. "Wassup, bro?" he said with his usual wicked grin. "Gods, keep the lights off next time you wake me, huh?" "Well, next time wake yourself," He took off the blankets that covered me and sneezed. "Ugh! Hey man, do you have some kind of towel?" I handed him some tissues and got out of bed. I gazed out the window and towards the rolling hills surrounding Camp Jupiter as Jake sneezed all over his Kleenex.
"Hey, so, um, Reyna wants us to meet her at the docks, but I kind of want to like, you know, kill her and get it over with," he said with a tinge of laziness. "But Percy's here, so I dunno." "Meh. I don't wanna go either, but she is praetor," I looked at his dirty blond hair, his sparky blue eyes, and his sword, Bloodlust. Some kind of adamantine blade. He looked like his father, Jupiter, the namesake of this ruddy camp. "Let's go."
So we walked down towards the docks of Camp Jupiter, eyed by angry campers that followed us all the way. All just because we blew up half the Big House in Camp Half-Blood (which we got kicked out for, by the way) and teepeed all of New Rome. No biggy. We got to the docks just to see an angry girl romp toward us with two metal dogs trailing behind her.
Dammit.