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Kassia was starting to think her new friend, Elizabeth, lied about liking her cabin.

The Hermes cabin was a death spot. Nothing else to say.

Well, okay, there were other things to say. Like, are the counselors twins? If not why are there two? And why did Elizabeth say Good when Kassia said she didn't have any of her stuff?

When Kassia came in, some of the kids tried to give her an extra change of clothes, but their creepy smiles and snickers set her off. That's when one of the counselors-Travis or Connor, Kassia still doesn't know-came and told the girl not to touch it, nudged her and themselves away from it, then handed Kassia another change of clothes.

Oh god, I don't even care who my mom is now. If never getting claimed means staying in this chaotic crazy most likely very harmful cabin forever, then I hope I never get claimed, Kassia thought gleefully.

"Hey, new girl, dinner's starting." Kassia stood up and followed her cabin, they got into a line-major flashback to elementary school-and waited as the other cabins lined up in the distance.

In front of Kassia was Elizabeth, the girl who showed her around. She and two other boys were goofing around, apparently not noticing Kassia.

Kassia looked out in the distance.

The camp really was pretty. There was a big field, she couldn't see from here but she heard it had strawberries. And a glistening lake, she could hear waves coming from the ocean, not far away.

And there were so many kids. Well, kids, teens, younger kids-no one seemed to be very close to adulthood. Maybe one or two. Kassia felt herself hold back a smile.

The place was loud, every cabin now lined up outside, and almost every cabin were talking with their cabin mates, playing jokes and just goofing off.

This is what summer camps are suppose to be like, minus all the weapons and the people who are half goat.

Kassia began walking with her cabin. She already liked the camp, but she couldn't help but not feel joy. She thought of her aunt. Of all the friends she had left behind.

She was never the most popular, she usually can't keep a friend for very long, but there were a few she's known forever. Since she moved to Serifos. Kassia sat down next to Elizabeth, at the end of the table, only to get up once more.

"We have to go sacrifice some food to the gods. Here, pile some food onto a plate and follow me." Kassia quickly got some barbeque and followed Elizabeth along.

Elizabeth stepped up to the fire. She slid a piece of of her food into the fire, and whispered "To Hermes."

She stepped back to let Kassia do it. She stepped up, and using her fork pushed a bit of a chicken wing, fried. "Uh," She leaned in and whispered quietly.

"To whoever my mother is. And Hermes. Your cabins pretty cool." She walked back with Elizabeth.


"How was your very first archery lesson?" Kassia saw Zeke come up to her.

Zeke and her met at the beginning of the week, on her second day. He was one of the boys Elizabeth hung out with, another son of Hermes. Kassia smiled up at him. "It was okay. I wasn't very good." She admitted.

Zeke just laughed, and went on to tell the story of his first archery class.

Kassia felt grateful that he would talk to her. She wasn't sure if they were friends, really, but he was nice enough to talk to the new girl.

Many have spoken to Kassia, after a day in the camp and still not being claimed, lots of people took notice.

Everyone found it strange that a fifteen year old girl hasn't yet been claimed.

They've been asking the girl all kinds of questions, Can you sing? How good are you at pick pocketing? Do you like cooking? How about beating people up? Though no one made it very far, the girl wasn't very good at answering questions.

Alot of people actually asked her if she even spoke English. Which is stupid. Sure, she's got a very obvious Greek accent, but she went to a good school. Her aunt spoke it fluently, having to work with tourists as her job as stewardess, a language Kassia's been learning since first grade. Or even earlier, she feels like her dad would speak English to her sometimes, or at least around her.

But she can't really remember that far back. Zeke and Kassia eventually met up with Elizabeth and the other boy-Jake.

They were hanging out outside the craft area, as were most of their siblings. The class would start in a few minutes and most people wanted as much time outside as they could get.

Kassia stopped listening as the three spoke, standing by them and looking as though in the group. Though she didn't even care much at the moment if she looked like a loner or like she was just following them around, she was too wrapped up in her mind.

Arts and Craft.

There's something about it. What's not to like about it, to be honest.

Kassia couldn't tell you why, but she couldn't do it. Enjoy it. She didn't want to.

Because, even in all honesty, arts and crafts is fun on paper but not when you do it.

Only during free time, when you can do whatever you want with whatever you want.

In school, she'd be told to stay after class quite often to talk to the teacher. You were given specific instructions. They'd say. You went out of your way to do the opposite. They always said, and Kassia had no choice but to agree.

They stepped into the room, the little cabin reserved just for the class, and moved to take seats. Elizabeth motioned Kassia to her her, and they sat down in the back.

The teacher came in and started explaining what they had to do, with pieces of hay and string. Kassia felt her eyebrows lowering in a concentrated expression.

Something, out of hay. She could do this.