I woke up, feeling groggy and grumpy. Shoving my sheets aside, I rummaged through my drawers, grabbing pants, and shirt, and some clean socks and underwear. Quickly changing, I looked at the clock. 8:14am. I had sixteen minutes to get to the Big House. Last night at supper, Chiron decided that Grace would sleep there until she had a definite cabin. Shawn and I agreed to spend the day with her and help her get used to camp.

Once dressed, I ran towards the Big House. Not surprisingly, Shawn was already there. "Morning!" He said. He was waiting just outside the front door. I was about to ask why, but he cut me off. "Grace isn't up yet. I already checked." He said.

"So, what now?" I asked. I checked my watch. 8:23am. It hadn't taken me very long to get here. Only ten minutes. I sat on the steps, and watched as other kids played around. There was a group of Aphrodite kids who had set up a beauty salon at a picnic table and were currently giving out free make-overs, and another group of kids from different cabins playing a large game of tag. I couldn't help but smile. Not to long ago, this place was pretty morbid. You know, what with the whole war thing going on. It was nice to see everyone so happy. And, there hadn't been many attacks on camp lately.

"Good morning." I heard a voice say. I stood up and look behind me to see Chiron in his wheel chair. "Grace is up, if you want to see her now." He said. He chuckled to himself, and left. Shawn and I entered the House, and saw Grace standing in the living room, a cup of hot chocolate in her hand. And yes, I know it's hot chocolate because there is a chocolate stain above her mouth, much like a milk mustache. Though, we almost didn't recognize her with her hair down. It was full, and thick, and held a pretty wave down to her mid back. She wore a baggy pair of shorts and a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. The shirt clung to her curves pretty well, showing her not small waist, but more medium sized. Hey. At least she ate!

"Hello!" She said in that sweet tone of hers. Shawn and I waved, neither of us knowing what to say. "So, what're we doing today?" She asked.

"Why don't we walk around?" I suggested. We still had some time before breakfast, and it was a nice day.

"Sure!" Grace said. She finished her drink and we all headed off. "When's breakfast?" She asked, as we were walking by the cabins.

"9 o'clock." I said.

"Good." Shawn said, sighing. "I'm starved!"

As we walked, some kid playing tag bumped into me. "Watch it." I said, none to politely.

"S-sorry..." He said.

"Hey! Nico!" I heard someone call. It was Conner Stoll, son of Hermes. Trailing behind him, his brother, Travis. They had both taken a liking to me. Well, to annoying me. "Why you and new friends play, huh?" He asked.

"Yeah! The girl's cute!" Travis piped in. Grace blushed, and looked at the ground.

"Come on Nico!" Shawn said. "Please? I love sports! And Grace," he said, turning to her, "you were awesome in the arena! You could totally dominate at tag!"

I sighed. "If we play will you be quiet?" I asked. His voice was starting to get slightly annoying....

"Yes!" He said.

So started our tag adventure. Turns out, Grace and I suck. And, Shawn rocks. He even took pity on the both of us and let us tag him once or twice. But, me and Grace seemed to always end up 'it' anyway. After an exhausting hour of tag (I don't know how we managed so long, since we hadn't eaten...) I finally convinced Shawn to stop. Grace didn't need conving.

"I need food." Is actually what she said. So, we all headed to the pavillion for breakfast. When we got there, though, it was already packed. We grabbed our food and tried to find a spot to sit.

"Oh! Does little miss 'I'm so cool cause I won in the stadium' not have a place to sit?" A voice said behind us. Tiffany Gordon in all her glory. "That was a cheap blow you used on me!" She hissed.

"Um..I'm sorry. I don't know you." Grace said, clearly confused.

"Don't give me that!" Tiffany yelled. She was starting to make a scene. "You think you're better than everyone else! Prancing around the camp like you own it!"

"I-I was just walking around with my friends!" Grace said. Then she took a deep breath and all signs of weakness seemed to fade away. Suddenly, her voice was stronger, and more serious. "Now, if you're going to pick a fight with me let me warn you. I won't go easy on you, and I play for keeps. I'm not interested in your petty quest for popularity, either. So," she said, looking staight at Tiffany, "leave me and my friends alone." And with that, Grace strod off, rather...gracefully. People cleared the way for her, and she eventually sat down at an empty table.

"Wow..." Breathed Shawn. "I think Grace really got pissed off." We both followed and sat with her, all of us eating our breakfasts silently.

~I recently got some great advice and I'm trying to put into affect here. I wanted Grace to be a sweet, shy girl most of the time, but have an icey cold side, as well. Thanks for reading.