And here is chapter 3! This is the last chapter that my friend Caramelight wrote.
From next chapter on, all the writing will be mine.
Please please please please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or this chapter.
Cabin Three
"This faucet won't freaking stop dripping! Someone help me!"
Feet shuffled along the cabin floor.
"Why can't you find it yourself? You are Poseidon's son, after all."
"Just do it," the voice whined.
Silence.
"Please...?"
"Grr. Fine." The older camper quickly stopped the dripping faucet.
"You better learn quickly. Very quickly."
The older camper gave him a glare and shuffled back to his bed.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
"It won't stop!" The voice sounded agitated and a quiet and quick chuckle filled the cabin.
The faucet broke and sprayed directly into the young camper's face, sending him flying backwards into the wall.
Laughter broke out and the light quickly flickered on, causing moans and groans as the Poseidon campers covered their eyes.
"Turn the light back off!"
"I'm blinddd!" someone squealed.
"THE LIGHT."
"I'm wet," the poor camper said weakly, shivering with disbelief. "Someone h-help?" His teeth chattered.
"Someone turn the light off!" The voice became muffled as the boy dove under his covers for protection from the light.
The light stayed on.
A boy went and helped the young camper up, drying him off instantly.
"Jeez kid. Some Poseidon kid you are. I'm not sure if you're even a Poseidon."
Someone chucked a pillow at the light, trying to turn it off. Another started to sing something resembling a chant.
"Turn the light offfffff. Pleaseeeeeeeee. Turn it offfffffffffff." Someone joined in on the chant.
"SHUT UP!" a sleepy voice yelled. "Some people need their sleep!"
"Beauty sleep," someone teased. "You need your beauty sleep."
"He needs it. He ain't pretty at all."
Laughter filled the air.
"Guys, stop fighting! You seriously need a chill pill."
"Chill pill? More like a chloroform gag."
"No, you need a chloroform gag," someone hissed back. "Tons of them."
"I can't find my teddy bear."
"I threw it away."
"NOOOO. MR. BEARRRR!" the voice wailed. "WHYYYYY?"
"I didn't realize people your age slept with teddy bears," the voice responded, amused.
"He's my only teddy bear!" the voice sounded broken and sad.
"Oh well."
"OH WELL?! That's all you say? No apology?!"
"Look. I'm sorry."
"Apology not accepted."
'Whatever."
The fighting paused. Feet pounded on the floor as the bear-less camper reached the voice's bed.
"Ow!" a voice called out. "Get away!"
"NO! I WANT MR. BEARY." The boy punched the camper and kicked him in the gut.
"Dude! Stop!" someone yelled from the other side of the room.
Feet began to hit the floor as a few campers pulled the two apart.
"We'll get you another bear. It's fine."
The boy whimpered in protest, but quickly lay back down in his bed.
"Anyone want to help get another bear for him tomorrow?"
No one said anything.
"Anyone? Please? Come on guys..."
"I will..." someone muttered reluctantly.
"I will too," another said quietly.
"Good. Tomorrow afternoon we'll meet outside the cabin, okay?"
"Yup."
"Yeah."
The light flickered off.
"Crap. Light's out."
Everyone let out a groan.
"It was his fault! He turned it on!" A boy pointed across the room.
"No! What?! Me? I didn't!"
"Yes you did! You're so selfish!"
"STOP FIGHTING! SERIOUSLY."
"Leave me alone!" the voice growled. "I didn't do it."
"It was everyone's fault. Okay? No one turned it off."
Someone frowned.
"But I like drama!"
And that's it for the third chapter. All the rest from here on will be my own writing.