The sunlight is too bright, and the pain in my ankle just worsens my pounding headache. "Hey! I think she's waking up!" a voice says. It's too loud, and I feel dizzy. "Hey! Don't close your eyes again! If you have a concussion you can't fall asleep!" the second voice is more scratchy, less pleasant to hear. As the blurs in front of my eyes take the shape of two faces, I remember what just happened. "Jenn?" I ask, before realizing how stupid I am. They wouldn't know her name, would they? "So, what's your name sleeping beauty?" the girl I saw before asks. "A-angelica Philips..." I mutter quietly. "You?". The boy speaks up, "I'm Uriel, this is Conny". The boy smiles and looks at Conny, awaiting her reaction. She glares at him before looking at me, "Don't call me that. My name is Confidence, and if you must shorten it, call me Con." I nod, but even this simple movement sends pain through my head. I sit up fully and put a hand to my head. "Oh!" Uriel exclaims, running towards his backpack. He pulls out a small bag of brownies, and a juicebox. As he does so, I get a good look at him. He has tan skin, and is definitely out in the sun a lot. He's average height and looks about fifteen or so. He has shaggy brown hair pulled back in a small ponytail at the base of his neck. He seems to have a slight limp, but it doesn't stop him from dashing back to us as soon as he takes out the food. "Here, eat this" he shoves the browny towards my face. "And this" he hands me the juicebox. I do as he says and I eat the browny. It's soft and tastes like my mother apple pie. I drink the juice. It tastes like my father's special iced tea. I make a face and spit it out. "What? doesn't it taste good?" Confidence asks worriedly. I nod and take another sip, this time, forcing myself to swallow it. I finish the juicebox, which surprisingly makes me feel better. I crawl over to lean against the willow tree. "What happened?" I ask, my voice sounding better and steadier than how I feel. Confidence and Uriel sit on the bench. "Well, you know all that Greek mythology with the gods and errthing?" Uriel asks, and I nod slowly. "Well it's real and all them monsters wanna kill ya!" I roll my eyes. "yeah, I totally believe that. Mhm, and lemme guess, you guys are gods!" I say sarcastically. Confidence stops me before I keep going, "No, we're serious. You're friend, Jenn. She was a storm spirit. I'm a demigod, and Uriel is a satyr." as she speaks, Uriel kicks off his shoes to reveal two hooves. Somehow seeing his feet, I mean, hooves, makes me hate him a little less, and believe their story a little more. "Look, we'll explain more at camp, but for now, you need to go back home, rest you ankle, and wait for someone to come get you. Understood?" I nod, realizing that my ankle barely hurts anymore. "If anyone asks, you tell them it's only bruised. It should heal completely withing a couple days, it's only a minor break." I nod again. This girl scares me a little. "Great. Now go home." She stands up, grabs her backpack and walks away. Uriel follows. I wait at the tree for a couple minutes, knowing Claire'll check here first if I don't come home. I think of everything that has happened today. I make sure to remember everything. Uriel, the satyr that I would call attractive if I was any other girl. And Confidence. She's tall. She's a little older than me, but way more, well, confident. She has the kind of hair I've wished I could have since I was little. Wavy, honey blond hair. Not like my boring, plain, straight, black hair. Almost half an hour later I see Claire's dark red mazda 5 pull up. I wait for her to walk over. "I tripped and hurt my ankle. It's just bruised but it hurts too much to walk on." Claire nods and helps me up. She helps me to the car and I get in. the two minute drive back to the girls home is enough to make me sleepy. "You should get to bed after super. You look tired." I nod. Claire takes good care of me, just like a mother.