I am Rachel
By Cici Bird (Lady Bird)
Disclaimer: I, in any way, shape, or form, am Rick Riordan or own Percy Jackson. Nothing you see here is mine, except the plot. I don't even get Rachel's grey jacket!
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Chapter One: Mr. D Gets his Wine Back
"Chiron!" I yelled.
"Chiron!"
I was running through the strawberry fields where Chiron was helping a few campers pick the juicy red fruits. He heard me and looked up.
"Yes, Rachel?"
I breathed heavily, since I had run all the way from the Big House.
"Mr. D, he needs to speak with you," I yawned. Mr D had woken me up to go find the Activities Director. "He says it's important."
"Probably claims I cheated on Pinochle." Chiron muttered, and he started to walk back to the Big House.
"And Rachel," he said, eying my hair, in a messy bun, my pink spahghetti strap tank top, and plaid flannel PJ bottoms, "Come back up to the Big House, you need to be dressed properly. What will people think of our Oracle?"
I rolled my eyes and followed him across the valley, and I watched some of the construction of the new cabins. The older campers, satyrs, and some volunteers from Olympus were currently working on the Iris cabin. It looked like a regular cabin, but supposedly it turned glistening colors when it rained. But it hadn't rained lately, so I wouldn't know. In the past three weeks, they had built four cabins: Hecate, whose cabin was made out of magic rocks; Hestia, whose cabin looked like a comfy country home, Janus, whose cabin had two doors, and whichever one you walked through made the cabin look different, and the Undetermined Cabin, which was painted with images of all sorts of gods and goddesses. They had also built me an art studio, so I could have something to do here.
I walked through the back door of the Big House with Chiron, and he and I split up our separate ways. I headed up to my room.
I was the only girl in all of Camp Half-Blood with her own room. I sort of liked it sometimes. I had a big four-poster bed with a purple comforter, and lots of koala stuffed animals. I had a pretty light fixture hanging above. There was a big mirror above my dresser, which made the room look a lot bigger. In a corner was a cluttered makeshift art studio, where I did all my paintings, sculptures, and other artsy stuff.
I pulled open my dresser drawer, and found a pair of jeans, a purple t-shirt, and a jacket that read 'Make Art, Not War' on the back, that my mom got me at the Pink section in Victoria's Secret. I brushed my hair and put it in a high ponytail.
I walked down to the Den, where Mr. D and Chiron were discussing something heatedly.
"But Chiron, it doesn't matter if I cheated at Pinochle! I got my wine back!" Mr. D indicated the goblet of blood red liquid that sat before him.
Chiron looked worried. "Did Zeus take off your punishment?"
"I dunno, send him a letter." The god's eyes looked up at me. "Rebecca, do you need anything? Chiron and I are having a discussion."
"Rachel," I corrected. "Sir, what's going on?"
"None of your business. Now, GO!"
I bolted out the door to the the Cabin Commons to find Annabeth. I know she didn't like me, but I ignored it. I found her on a bench reading the Greek translation of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, complete with pictures that looked like they belonged on the side of an Ancient Greek vase. I couldn't read Greek, but the picture depicted Alice discussing Uglification with the Mock Turtle.
"Anna-"
"What?" She muttered, her eyes glowering.
"Well, I overheard Mr. D and Chiron-"
"What? Get to the point Rachel, I'm reading."
"Mr. D is drinking. Wine. He might be leaving."
Annabeth's eyes widened. "But—punishment—fifty years. . ." She bookmarked her book with a picture of Percy, giving me a small smirk, as to say, 'He's mine, back off'.
But her smirk turned into a small smile, and I looked behind me, where I saw six or so campers and three satyrs coming up behind me.
Katie Gardner spoke up first. She had become one of my best friends at camp. "Rach, we have a surprise, before you go off to that prissy school."
Connor and Travis Stoll were holding malicious looks on their faces. Grover and Clarisse each grabbed one of my hands, and Percy led the way to the edge of the forest.
Will Morgan, one of the new Hecate kids tied a blindfold around my head. He held my shoulders, while Grover and Clarisse held my hands.
"For our Oracle!" the group shouted, and Will untied the blindfold. We were in a cave, and two long tables lined each wall. There were bottles of paint, all sorts of brushes, mounds of clay, and a sink that cleaned the brushed for you. A cabinet hung above the sink and I opened it up.
A bucket of greasy paint thinner (damn the liquid) fell on my head. I screamed, and giggled, and gathered my friends in a group hug. Annabeth shot me a nasty look.
"I hate you guys!" I said in a friendship-y manner.
This was a good way to spend my last three days at Camp Half-Blood.
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AN: Hehe! Chapter one! Did you like it? Really? Then review!
Did I make Annabeth seem like a witch? I didn't want her too, Annabeth's my favorite, but still show her dislike of Rachel.
So, until next time,
be good,
be gracious,
be kind,
and review,
-Lady Bird