Becoming the queen of the Aphrodite cabin was much harder than one would expect it to be. For starters she was the new kid and there already was a head counselor in the cabin. And no one knew her. She had to convince people that she existed.
She spent the rest of September learning as much as she could about the camp and the history of it. Along with convincing everyone of her legitimacy as a camper.
She became something that she wasn't expecting to have become, people seemed to think of her as more of a bitch than a strong personality or the quiet person who walked alone to school and listened to indie and Brit-pop.
She changed her style, she decided that if she wanted to rule she would have to give her people what they wanted and if what they wanted was a strong minded leader who knew she was the best and demanded respect than that would be what she would be.
Drew had always wanted friends and acceptance or at least someone who was proud of her. She knew that if she did what she had to do to become the best than that would be what she would so. Her mother would come to know her as the best daughter ever and she would lead the cabin.
But, it was hard to become a leader over night especially when you don't know what your subjects want. She convinced the counselor that was presiding over the cabin that she was more qualified and the old girl stepped down and she found herself the queen of the cabin. But she hated it.
The old councillor had been horrid and a mean person who only thought about herself and since Drew had become her in a way she was this horrid mean tyrant and the rest of the girls in the cabin suddenly hated her. She wanted so badly to step down and just go back to be the smart girl who sat in the back of the class and had good eyesight for a person who spent the night reading but she couldn't be that girl anymore. Her mother seemed so proud of her and she wanted to be proud of herself too.
Drew read textbooks while she sat in the bathroom so that she didn't seem like a nerd who would be somehow debunked. She kept up with her schoolwork and she tried to figure out how camp worked while not seeming too interested in the proceedings and being thought of as a tomboy.
She spent so much time trying to keep up her persona she had no time for anything else.
She wondered how her foster parents were without her.
She wondered why she was wearing such stupid clothes instead of her nice retro dresses.
She wanted to kill every single one of the little shits in the fucking cabin.
She felt like a floosy.
November ended and rumors began to spread about her being a slut and about how Percy Jackson was probably dead. Because apparently those two things were the most important things in the world to demigods. Drew was having trouble sleeping and she didn't want to hear her mother praising her for becoming a leader.
Drew hated herself and everything she and her cabin stood for. She spent nights reading and trying to keep up with the studies that the camp didn't find important. She wanted to give up and go home but every morning she had to get up even if she didn't sleep and pretend that she still thought she was the best.
As it got colder she wished she could wear a too-big sweater and just sit in bed and read all day but she couldn't. She wore jeans and "stylish" Camp Half-Blood T-shirts and wished that her self esteem didn't fall with the temperature.
Her mother visited her in a crazy four am dream that faded in and out like an old TV due to the fact that she was only barely asleep.
"You're leading the entire Cabin!" Her mother said, unlike what she had heard from the other demigods her mother didn't read her thoughts, "You must be happy, right."
"Of course mother!" She hated pretending when she was awake and when she was asleep.
"I'm so proud of you, Drew. You are doing an amazing job." Her mother said.
"Thank you." Drew said smiling and rolling over to wake up to the cabin still asleep and the sun rising. Her math book and work along with her history book on the French Revolution along with some creative non-fiction text on her favorite and least favorite daughter of Aphrodite, Marie Antoinette. She shoved the books away and into her trunk and lay back down.
She probably had about 10 minutes to get ready for the day mentally. She wished she had 10 days.
"Uhhg." She muttered waiting for the rest of the cabin to awake and once they did she wished that they were still asleep.
It was going to be a long day, she thought to herself as she pulled a towel, her music and some stupid clothes that she had pulled out. She wished she had grabbed the white wool pull over that she found comfortably comforting her hand had brushed instead of this shit, but her mother was so proud of her.
She should be proud of what she had accomplished.
