Yeah, I'm really sorry its short and it took soo long! The next chapter should be up Friday or Sunday! Its gonna be longer, I promise. Just needed a filler (I'm awful at them, sorry!). Its short, because it was either 700 words and 1500 ish words (The next one is gonna be long, not sure how long yet!). Or like 2500 words, so I chose this. Plus, I could get it up faster.

Thank you to all who are reviewing and those who submitted me a demi god. I love em!

To BeatlesFan4Ever, my PM wasn't working, so I'll do it here. Yes, it is unrealistic with the daughter of Artemis and Hera, but I figured it would be fun to write and its fan fic, so I might as well, ya know? And the thing with the son of Arachne, it will be explained. In the description I left out a tiny detail (hehe HyperJuggernaut!) that will explain it all, so it can be a suprisee!

So, done with my lil ramble, lets get onto the chapter.

Also, to SSAlittlemonster, I can't thank you enough for Stef! :)

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I woke up when it was still dark out. From the little light from the moon, I could make out Stef's figure on the bed, sleeping soundly. According to the alarm clock on the side table, it was 4:30. In the morning.

I went down to fall back asleep, but then realized. We have a bus to catch at 6.

"Stef," I whispered, shaking her form, "Wake up Steffy Weffy!" She groaned, so I threw a pillow at her.

"Stef!" I shouted, shaking her some more!

"Ugh Annaa! Lemmeee sleep!" She moaned, into her off white pillow.

"We have a bus to catch in a little..." I taunted, almost in a singsongy tone. This got her awake, and she sat straight up, her hair messed up, her purple eyes drooping.

"What time is it?" She asked, almost whining.

"Now its.. 4:32!" I gleamed, smiling, to annoy her even further. She plopped back down onto her pillow and, of course, said "5 more minutes!" I sighed in defeat, and went to finish packing.

Into my bag went (after hastily brushing my hair) my comb, toothbrush, a book called The Hunger Games, and the journal I've been keeping since my dad died. Hmm.. I haven't taken a shower since yesterday. Oh well, I don't want to right now. The lights in the bathroom suck, and it would be really dark in there. Plus, there was that whole Bloody Mary thing the 10 year olds go on about, and I don't want to give them any chances, if any of them are up.

Sighing, I looked at the clock. 4:45. The bus for the early risers came in 20 minutes, then another 20 minutes to get to the bus terminal. I must've drifted off or something, because next thing you know Stef, now fully dressed with her hair brushed, is shaking me awake.

"C'mon Anna!"

"What? Did I—"

"Yeah you fell asleep idiot! Now its like 5:02! The bus comes in 3 minutes!"

"Oh!" I quickly grabbed my bag, and hurried after Stef out the door. Man, I didn't know she could run that fast down stairs. We barely made it in time to the bus.

(Gonna skip time. They got on the bus, and are now in Jersey!)

"My god this is beautiful!" Stef screeched beside me, as we took in the full view of the campsite. Lush green forests covered for miles, taller hills pointing out. Over in the corner, I could see a small waterfall.

"C'mon children, we gotta go meet the other groups!" the counselor, this middle age guy with brown hair called out. I missed his name, better remember to ask Stef later.

If you're wondering, I'm in group 2. Out of 5. We're meeting the other groups at the "official campsite" or something. Trust me, I wasn't up for the rest. We had already walked about a mile, and my feet were starting to hurt in my old, beat up tennis shoes. Looking over, I saw Stef massaging her feet too. Being an orphan, we don't have a lot of time nor money to buy new things like shoes. We use the same ones until they fall apart or get too small to fit, then we sell them to the younger kids or the recoiling plant, and purchase shoes from the older kids or some thrift store. Yep, the story of our lives.

After another mile or so, the moaning of ten children that seemed to go on forever, and too many encouraging words from our annoyed counselor, we arrived at the campsite.

Then, it all ended with a single voice.

"Who let the dirty orphans into MY camp?" Stef and I automatically turned on our heels to look at our offender. I knew that voice, but it couldn't be true.

With one turn, I opened my eyes and prepared for the worst. Yep, its a good thing I prepared.

Standing in front of me, her fake blonde hair shining, was Josie. The bully, sex magnet, and incredibly rich snob.

Oh god, this was TOTALLY worth that 5 grand. For everyone out there, YES! That was sarcastic.

A month with this girl was like an eternity in hell.

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So, how'd ya like it. I'm not like those: I won't update if ya don't review types! But, reviewing does make me smile when you just say like "Good job!" Or something. I'm not looking for a novel on my chapter, just 3 words make me smile and encourage me to write!

So, yeah.

Tell me anything I could have done better! :) ~K