Kaden
I climbed out of my pool, just finishing my swimming. The warm breezes blow all around me and I shiver, despite the warmth. My chocolate brown hair, which is normally curly, lays flat against my back. I train my foam green eyes on the red mark on my stomach. It's so out of place with the rest of my lightly tanned skin that it's the only thing I can focus on. I hear my gate open and close, looking over to see Mike, one of my closest friends.
He smiles at me, walking over and sitting down beside me, not put his legs in the pool like I am.
"Wassup?" He asks.
"Um... just sitting here, on fire." I say, rolling my eyes sarcastically.
"Well you are pretty hot." He winks. I laugh and lightly push him. He lightly pushes me back so I push him over into the pool and laugh. He surfaces, spitting out water. He climbs out and comes toward me.
"No no no no no no no!" I shriek, laughing. He comes over to me and picks me up. I giggle more as I struggle against him. He jumps into the pool, holding me. Immediately, it's as if I've been drowned and now I can resurface for oxygen, except the water is my oxygen. I laugh, causing little bubbles to move to the surface. Mike lets me go and grabs my wrist. We'd been at the bottom of the seven foot deep pool, so now he kicks upward and I follow his lead.
We surface and splash each other with water, laughing. He swims over to me and I'm not even surprised to see he took off his pants and is swimming in boxers and a white tee. I remember last month when he ran through our school in nothing but boxers and socks. I laugh at him.
"Please tell me I don't have to swim down and get your pants like last time." I say through laughter.
"Oh... sorry." He laughs and I roll my eyes but swim to the bottom of the pool, getting his pants and swimming to the surface. I throw the pants at his face and he goes under the water momentarily. I laugh some more and get out of the pool. He follows and decides not to even try putting on the pants.
"You going home to get changed?" I ask, drying my hair with my towel.
"Yep." He says, hugging me. I reach up and dry his hair, too. His dark brown hair sticks up everywhere. His serpent green eyes looking into mine. I smile.
"Hurry because we have the whole summer ahead of us starting today."
He smiles and runs out through my gate. Just as he closes it, I hear something shatter inside my house. I go in and see a giant. I mean a legit giant. I scream in terror and it turns to face me.
"Mmm. Demigod make tasty snack." It says, coming toward me. I can't help but scream again. Mike comes in through the door and stands in front of me, holding a sword, still in his boxers. He'd ditched the shirt when we got out of the pool. Now he looks like he had a month ago at school, nothing but boxers and socks. It's hard to take this moment seriously now.
That is until the giant tries to kill Mike. He throws something at us and Mike slaps it away with his sword and charges at the monster, stabbing it in the stomach. The giant begins to melt into dust. I cover my mouth, preventing myself from screaming again. Mike puts an arm around my shoulder and pulls me into him. I start crying.
"What was that?!" I ask, through tears.
"Come with me. Let's get you some clothes and get you changed. I have a lot to tell you, but you have to come with me." He tells me, pulling me up the stairs and to my room. I go through my drawers, tossing in clothes, quickly. I'm still in my bikini, so I grab a shirt and throw it over myself. Mike doesn't watch me, he's too busy watching the door. I don't understand what's going on.
I'm scared. I'm shaking and fresh tears start spilling out of my eyes. I've always known that I wasn't normal. Most people who stay underwater as long as I can, drown. I never thought I'd be seeing monsters, though. Mike glances at me quickly, turns away, but glances back. He rushes over to me and grabs my bag, putting an arm around my shoulders. He leads me out of my room, down the hallway, down the stairs, and finally, out of my house.
"I'm going to protect you, I promise. Don't worry about being hurt by something like that." He says, quickly.
I nod.
"Where are we going?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.
"A camp."
"For what?"
"For people like you and me."
"What kind of people are we?"
"Abnormal."
"I already knew that. I've known that for a long time."
He smiles but rushes me away. I get one last look at my house, then I start running and my house disappears.
