The pouring rain was not helping my anxiety. For crying out loud, it was the middle of the night in freakin' New York, when most people were trying to sleep peacefully. Judging from the amount of rainfall and the time of day (or should I say night?), it was going to be very humid tomorrow.

"How much longer until we're at this Camp Half-Blood you keep talking about?" I asked Percy, putting emphasis on the name of the place he was taking me. When it came to waiting, I was a bit impatient. But it had already been about thirty minutes since we left my house, so I had the right to be. Right?

Percy shrugged, keeping his eyes on the wet road, "Not long." I sunk down into my seat, sulking like a three-year-old. So much for a straight forward answer. I wasn't about to push though. When we got there, we got there.

I looked out the window and watched the dark, shadowy figures whiz by. Trees, houses and hills outlined the dark sky. The moon was full, bright and shining. I remembered what my dad told me a few years ago, when I asked him what my mom was like. He didn't give me the answer I wanted to hear, though. He said that he'd kissed my mom for the first time under a full moon on his family's yacht. A young kid like me didn't really need an image like that at the age of six.

Personally, I wanted my first kiss to be more traditional. For the guy to be "The One," and only when the time was right. Of course, I'd been on dates. Too many to count on my fingers actually, but I still kept to my adage, "One less kiss a day keeps the herpes away."

"So, Sienna," Percy said. He said my name slowly, as if he was trying to pronounce each individual syllable in my name. Honestly, the word 'Sienna' wasn't that hard to say. "You're seventeen?"

"Yep."

"Are you ADHD?" he asked. I glanced at him, "Yeah." How did he know this? Was he stalking me or taking a lucky guess?

"Do you have dyslexia?" He was definitely stalking me.

"Okay," I said, "What's up with the interrogation? If I wanted you to know all this information about me, I would tell you." I didn't mean for it to come out that way. It was just that in the night, if you kept me up too early, I got really bitchy and grumpy.

He held his hands up, "Hey. I was just asking." Seeing him not having his hands on the wheel made my heart stop.

"Keep your hands on the wheel!" I screeched. I didn't want to die because this guy wasn't holding onto the stupid steering wheel.

Eventually, we came across a dimly lit part of the road with hills rolling on forever in the distance. On one of the taller hills was a lonesome pine tree. What was weird about it was that though it was the only pine tree here, it was around twenty feet tall. It would make the ultimate Christmas tree.

"We're here."

Hearing those two words was like waking up on your sixteenth birthday, knowing you were going to get a really awesome presents. I was literally about to yell, "Hallelujah!"

I pushed open the car door eagerly and stepped out, feeling the cold air creep up my arms. I grabbed my suitcase and headed towards the hill, which I was guessing you could see the entire camp from. I trudged for what seemed like forever and when I reached the top I only had three words to say. "What the heck?"

I dropped my suitcase and turned to glare at Percy, who was jogging up the hill at the slowest pace ever, with my arms crossed over my chest. I tapped my foot agitatedly. "There's no camp," I said bluntly.

He looked at me pointedly, "Look harder." I rolled my eyes and turned back to face the empty valley. Suddenly, there was what looked like a Greek city to me. There were Greek statues and two tall buildings off in the distance, which had to be temples with Greek style columns in the front. "Whoa," I breathed. I bet Camp Half-Blood was probably even more appealing in the daytime.

"Okay," I said, "What's next?" He walked past me. I had to run to keep up with him, not to mention drag that stupid bag around with me. "Where are we going now?" Percy just gave me the silent treatment.

We came across a huge three story house, probably three times smaller than my own. It was painted a light blue, like the color of the sky, and in some places, the paint was chipping off. It really needed a new paint job. I wouldn't mind doing it.

Percy walked inside the house and ignored the pudgy man sitting on the couch. The guy mumbled something about dim-witted demigods and went into another part of the house, probably to drink some Bud Light. We stopped in the office, where a man in a wheelchair was writing something on a piece of paper. He looked up and upon seeing his full face; I couldn't help but think he looked familiar. Then it clicked.

"Mr. Miller?" I asked, bewildered. Mr. Miller waved me off, "No, no, no. Call me Chiron." He hadn't changed much. His beard was just a stub longer and his brown hair had more gray streaks in it. Other than that, he looked pretty much the same. But he still had his teacher-like personality.

He maneuvered his wheelchair around his desk, "Good job, Percy." Mr. M-Chiron turned to me, "I'm afraid you must stay the night in the Big House and in the morning we will get you settled into your mother's cabin."

"In her mother's cabin?" Percy repeated. I was thinking the same thing.

"Yes," Chiron said, answering question, he turned to me, "You're mother is Aphrodite." I knew my "godly parent" was a female, but I wanted her to be more…significant, you know? I mean the title 'Daughter of Aphrodite' didn't sound scary or intimidating if you were in the face of fifty monsters. I guess I just wasn't expecting my parent to be her.

With that, Chiron made Percy show me my guest bedroom upstairs. I caught him looking weirdly at me, probably thinking that I didn't seem like a daughter of Aphrodite. At all.

When he left, I changed into my plaid pajamas and gathered my hair into a ponytail. Before I went to bed, I stared at my reflection in the dresser mirror. I actually looked at myself for longer than five seconds.

I noticed my golden brown eyes had little flecks of gold around the edges, something I never was aware of. My hair was mostly brown, but it had little streaks of blonde that was barely visible. Freckles dotted the bridge of my nose. My cheeks had a slight blush over my olive skin. When I finally grew tired of looking at myself and feeling like a total narcissist, I climbed into bed and fell to sleep after a long night.