HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS
*JANE'S POV*
I've never been a big fan of surprises. To me, surprises always meant bad news. I don't know why but somehow that's what has always happened to me. I guess I could replace Bad Luck Brian or something. Imagine that. Bad Luck Jane. Doesn't sound nearly as good as the former. My first surprise birthday party went badly. It ended with my powers almost being exposed due to my extreme shock at seeing all my family members all lined up and jumping up and down and screaming, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANIE! WE LOVE YOU!" Well, isn't that the loveliest surprise. Wow. Yay life. My surprise present didn't work out well too. I remember the extreme nervousness at seeing my dad calling out to me. I clearly remember him saying these exact words, "J J, come here please. I've got something to tell you.", and me being very nervous. And imagine my utter shock when I realized it was actually a just the doll I've always wanted. Wow life. And here I was VERY ready to tell my dad all about the sneaking out I did the other night just so that I could play with our dog Cookie (don't ask, I've always been a bit of a rebel) GETTING READY TO EXPECT THE WORST KIND OF PUNISHMENT. And what happened? Oh, I dunno, I think it was just my dad giving me a birthday present. But still.
Thinking about my dad brings up bad memories. Memories that were supposed to stay hidden in the deepest, darkest corners of my mind. Memories that make me feel uncomfortable. Bad memories. Memories of happy days and warm laughs and picnics and hot chocolate and then pain. Nothing but an endless void filled with pain. I think no one can ever cover up the big gap that was left in my heart because of the things that happened to me. Because let's face it, my life has been s*** and I desperately need someone to share my feelings with, to let out everything. I need someone who can handle my darkest side. Problem is, I haven't seen anyone like that yet. And I don't think I ever will. So I'll leave it at that.
When I woke up, I had the privilege of experiencing the biggest surprise I've ever seen in my life. I saw a man with hooves for feet and furry goat legs. I searched my mind for any creature that would match this description but came up with nothing. And then I suddenly sat up straight. My composure broke. "HOLY GUACAMOLY ARE YOU A SATYR? Wait is this a prank or something? Is this a camp tradition thingy where you scare your new co- campers by wearing a costume of a satyr?" I screamed. The satyr- slash- boy grinned and let out a loud laugh that sounded somewhere between a goat's high pitched bleating and a cow snorting. Let me tell you, it wasn't a pleasant laugh. It was one heck of a laugh and I was seriously freaked out by this creature something.
"Hey Percy! I like this girl already! She actually knew I was a satyr," he yelled, before looking at my scrunched up face and immediately lowering his voice, "Hey sorry, kinda forgot you were there. Anyways, to answer your question, yes, I am a satyr, no, this isn't a prank, and this is most definitely NOT a costume. These are actual goat legs you know?" he laughed that weird laugh of his again.
The guy named Percy came over and I studied him. He was cute, but I was NOT interested in him. He kinda looked like a bad boy, with his tan skin, sea green eyes, and messy black hair. However, I wasn't interested in boys, and so I dismissed him. He began talking in hushed tones to the satyr, who by eavesdropping (I'm very good at it) I learned was named Grover. Soon enough, curiosity took over and I found myself bending down quietly and tugging hard at Grover's fur. To my surprise, Grover's fur stayed there, and I surmised that there were no buttons or anything so it was definitely not a costume. Suddenly, I noticed that Grover had two horns peeking out if his head.
"Hey! That hurt", once again, a bleat made its way into my ears. I wrinkled my nose and said, "Stop bleating will you? It doesn't sound nice," I said. Grover just chuckled. "Sorry princess, believe it or not, you can't change my laugh. That's the sound of a satyr's laugh alright, and you're gonna have to get used to it if you plan on staying here in Camp Half- Blood." he said.
I frowned. "But I don't want to stay here. My stepmom Cheska told me to stay here until summer ends, but I have other plans. Plus some weird monster, actually, it was a Minotaur, chased us. And now I'm stuck here." Percy chuckled. "Sorry, but you have to stay here. It's for your own safety. There's no other way. Remember the Minotaur that chased you? That would chase your family, friends, anyone who is close or important to you. It will hunt them down and use them as hostages just to lure you in. Now, you don't want that, do you? Now, I see that you're all healed up, come on. I'll give you a tour. And explain everything about Camp Half-Blood and its weird inhabitants which I assure you is true. Like true true and not fake. Oh, and please avoid the Ares cabin at all costs. They're not exactly the friendliest people in camp." Percy smiled warmly and held out his hand to me. I don't know how or why, but somehow I trusted him. I trusted all of them. Because I knew I was not alone, I knew that they were somehow freaks like me, that they were different from the others. I mean, if I had powers, surely they were the same too right? They say home is where the heart is. And my heart was slowly beginning to warm up to this strange place with satyrs and Cyclops (I actually saw a Cyclops. He even waved to me) and guys who were like big brothers (I've always wanted one) and laughter and happiness. And in that moment, I knew it. I was home.
A/N: HEY GUYS! Sorry for the long wait (if there's even anyone reading this story). Life kinda got hectic. Anyways, I'm back! Reviews are appreciated.
Love,
MissBrambleHaftenravenscher
