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BTW, the spelling will be British in this story, with the exception of one or two words. Forgot to mention earlier. :P
And I just realized I should not have added OCs to this story, because Rae can be replaced with Drew, and Danko with just about anyone from Camp Half-Blood or Camp Jupiter. Except Frank the Spelling Champion and the Athena's children. NO MORE OCS (hopefully) other than Rae and Danko. An Mr Harret. I guess.
'Right…' Annabeth thought as she sat in the lounge room of the dormitory, chillaxing on the couch. She had finished all the work assigned that day and checked that it was perfect. Normally, she would have taken out her textbooks to read, but there were only so many times one could re-read a piece of reading material before going completely mad. So Annabeth had opted to start reading the letter Mr Harret had handed everyone, even though she really didn't want to get started on the project. Because writing to a criminal was safe, entertaining and fun.
Even if 10 percent of her grades were involved, Annabeth was not looking forward to the project, more than ever. Oh, she knew she should have traded with Rae… Writing to a shop-lifter sounded so much more appealing than writing to someone that took lives. Even so, Annabeth did not think her ego would take it if she accepted help from Rae. Plus, Mr Harret already knew she got Jackson. What good was trading her paper with someone else?
Sighing, she stared at the black bold words 'All About Letters Of Hope'.
Mr D walked up to the gate and unlocked it. He had a head full of curly brown hair that framed his face, and had an obvious port-belly. Not that anyone would say that in his face. He was wearing a leopard print tee that was doing little to conceal his stomach, and a pair or khaki pants. Golden running shoes clad his feet, even though Percy highly doubted he had ever excercised. He carried a bottle of coke zero in his hand.
'This is the Jason kid?' he drawled lazily, taking a sip from the can.
'Why do you have ink spots all over your yellow T-shirt?' Percy asked.
Mr D narrowed his eyes. 'That, Johnson, is a leopard-print shirt. Are you trying to be funny? You know what's funny? The fact that you have to spend the next three years of your life here. Now that's funny.'
'My name is Jackson. Percy Jackson. And if you would believe it, I didn't do it.'
'It has not been a pleasure so far to meet you, Perry Joe. You are an insolent brat. I do not believe you, you lying scumbag. I hope you suffer greatly in this camp.'
'Um, yeah, so I'll trust Jackson with you?' the driver asked uncomfortably, turning around to head back to the bus. 2 days here, another 2 days back. He needed a new job.
Mr D looked distastefully at Percy. 'Walk to the office building.'
Percy frowned. 'I thought I was a full-time criminal now? You trust me to walk to the building without my hands being cuffed together or what? The witness at my trial nearly wet himself when I looked at him.'
Mr D scowled. 'Perb, I have my methods. You will walk in front of me with your hands crossed behind your back, and if you try any funny business, I will castrate you.' He produced a Swiss pocket knife from his… Pocket. 'On the spot.'
Percy gulped and folded his arms behind his back, then turned to walk towards the building, occasionally turning around to make sure Mr D was not sneaking up on him.
Needless to say, Percy did not try anything funny.
'ALL ABOUT LETTERS OF HOPE
Letter Of Hope will account for 10 % of your English grades. Please take this project seriously. TYRC (Texas Youth Reformation Camp) will vouch for your personal safety, so in no way will this project endanger you, unless you choose to give away information that should remain private. TYRC will in no way be held responsible if you are harmed by the camper you are writing to, should you give away such information. (etc. address, mobile phone number, email…)
This project is organised by the Texas Youth Reformation Camp and KidsWrite (Trademarked). The list of schools participating in this project to encourage our youths in the TYRC (in no particular order). If your school is not listed in the following list, there has likely been a mistake; you would not need to participate in this project.
*Acrobella International School
*Crossroad High
*Sea Cove High
*Rosewood Cross High
*Hearth Fire International Girls' School
*Derrick's Institution for Young Men
*St Mary Finishing School
Do's:
-Get to know the camper you are writing to better.
-Be kind in your letters.
-Introduce yourself. It is alright to give your name, hobbies/interests, to your 'pen pal'.
-Encourage the camper you are contacting to be positive and to quit committing crime(s) when they are released from Camp.
-Write longer letters.
-You can include pictures or drawing in your letter.
-If you want, you can even mail items to the camper you are contacting. The school will pay for the transportation fee. However, your items will be searched by Mr D, camp director, for weapons and such.
Don't's:
-Be hostile and rude in your letter.
-Give away too much personal information (refer to above).
-Linger too much on your letters on the crime your 'pen pal' has committed. It would be best if you could steer clear of this subject.
-Discourage the camper in question by writing degrading things to them.
-Attempt to mail weapons to your 'pen pal'. If caught, you will automatically loose 5 percent of the 10 percent.
Grading:
The grading system for this project is complex. Just bear in mind that, as long as you put in effort, you will not get a low grade.
Please submit your letter to your teacher, who will mail it out for you. You can start writing letters to a camper immediately after you have read this letter and understood more about the project in general.
THANK YOU FOR READING THROUGH THIS LETTER CAREFULLY. GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR PROJECT.
Signature of reader –Yes I have read through this letter carefully and will do my best in this project.'
Annabeth sighed as she finished the letter and tossed it on to the couch carelessly. She lay there for a moment, trying to process what she had just read.
'Alright Johnson,' Mr D said, sitting at his birch wood desk while Percy stood opposite him. Air-conditioning had never felt so good to him before, after a ride for two days in a bumpy, stuffy bus.
'Let's officially initiate you and you can go play with the other brats for the rest of the day.'
'…That would be nice…' Percy commented, not sure what else to say.
'When you're talking to me, it's 'That would be nice, Mr D!'! That is rule number 1, is that clear? It's either 'Yes Mr D', 'No Mr D', 'Thank you Mr D', or whatever you want to say! Okay?!'
'Yes,' Percy said, then hastily added 'Mr D' at the back.
'Good. Do you have any belongings with you?'
'Noo…? Mr D.'
'Good.' The camp director said, tossing him a small wooden box. Percy looked at it. A tooth brush, a small tube of toothpaste, two orange shirts and two khakis. 'Less paperwork. Here are your belongings. Take it, go to Section E, and play with the brats there, Peter. Dinner is at five thirty. Lights out at eight thirty. Wake up at 3 in the morning. Breakfast at three thirty. Lunch at the work site. See you. Get out of my office now, Parkinson.'
'What? We wake up at 3 am?! No way… Erm, Mr D.'
'Get out. If you have any questions, ask Chiron. Out, Johnson.'
'It's Jackson,' Percy called behind his shoulder as he stumbled out of the office and back out under the scorching sun, carrying his wooden box and wondering which of the brick buildings in the distance belonged to Section E.
That's it people! I'm sorry it's only 1k+ words, I try to write more, but it's my limit. :( I have no idea how people can write chapters with 30k+ words. Impossibiru!
If any of you read the books 'Holes' by Louis Sachar, TYRC is kinda based on Camp Green Lake. Except for the fence. If you haven't read the book, you should really read it. It's good. Like really really good.
