Emily's POV

Okay I'm deaf. Big whoop. Being deaf has a lot of down falls like the fact being deaf means I won't have a clue what everyone is saying unless Grover signs it for me. He offered to get me hearing aids but I don't want any.
Due to the fact Grover has a beard the teachers at my school instantly thought he was the new teacher who teaches us how to talk. Me, nah. I mean why would I want to learn how to talk if I don't know how I sound. People could make fun of me and I would never know that's why I was glad to find out that it was a voluntering class so I didn't sign up.
By the way deaf does not mean stupid so I can think for those of you who are the laziest people in the world that you can't look deaf up in the dictionary. I'd be amazed if you ever got an A+ in your life!
Anyway, I do not have dyslexia, namely due to the fact that it would be completely unfair because I can't hear people anyway.
I am really getting off track of the story today. Let me get back to it for you

Grover and I walked towards my new cabin.
We were talking in sign which is the language of the deaf. Sign Language. (Grover=bold, Emily=Ilitac(spelling?))

Emily, you amaze me. How can you act as if everything is nothing?
Talent, Grover, talent.
Huh?
Idiot.
Hey!
Well it true.
Meany.
Live with it.
You are evil! Anyway, this is your new home.

We stopped in front of a cabin that was pretty cool looking. It was an ocean blue with some green stuff that looked like seaweed. He showed me the inside which looked like my sand art. The walls were light blue and smelt slightly of the sea.
I wasn't very excited to be a child of Posiedon because of my fear of water. I will admit it, I, Emily Johnson, daughter of Poseidon am afraid of the water and will not touch or go within one feet of it unless I'm wishing for death which I'm totally not into right now.

I don't like it here!
Get use to disappointment.
Hey! You stole that from Twilight!
You have a point?
No. I just thought I'd mention it.
Whatever.
Stupid.
Meany.
Whatever.
Anyway, I have to get back to the dining pavilion. You made me miss my lunch.
And I care why?
Yeah, I'm right you are mean!
Talk to the hand.
Over and out!

I watched Grover leave and felt abousolutely bored. I screamed in the midst of my boredness. Someone opened the door and sat down next to me.
He was pretty cute. He was wearing a red t-shirt that had a picture of the sun on it and Apollo written underneath it. Sky blue pants covered his legs from the beginning of his hips all the way, slightly above his ankles. He had sun red hair and bright, bright eyes. Yellow eyes?
'Oh Grover, why did you bring me here?' I thought.
The boy pulled out a small sketch pad an flipped through a couple pages until he got to an empty page where he wrote in ancient greek: Hi, I'm John.
I can read English and ancient greek, I guess.
I jerked the sketch pad and wrote underneath in greek: Nice to meet you John, I'm Emily. Emily Johnson.
And that is where we begin our little conversation, writing in that small sketch book.
John. He is a really nice boy.
If I knew how rude he was to most people.