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He jabbered on and on about making weapons. It was kind of interesting, but I didn't talk much so he thought I was uninterested.

"What weapon will you use?" he asked.

"I don't know, I haven't really thought about it" I answered honestly. "What do you use?"

"I have a magic tool belt." He pointed to the one wrapped around his waist.

I was kind of puzzled, but said nothing.

We all got into the arena and it was chaos. There were other demi-gods around the edges watching the different fights

Half of it was for training while the other half was for fighting.

Piper weaved us through people till we had a close up view.

I couldn't see the one person because his back was to me, but the other one was a stocky girl with stringy brown hair. She was pretty scary looking.

Everyone was watching intensely and some people from the Hermes cabin started placing bets.

They were going at top speed…I think. In a few minutes the boy took down the giant of a girl.

She scowled at the boy, "Wait till next time Percy!"

Percy? He turned around with a smile. Yup, that's definitely Percy.

He started taking down people left and right. It got way too stuffy in there so I vanished.

I walked swiftly to the Hermes cabin, letting my hair fall into my face. The only thing I want right now is to be alone.

I buried myself underneath the blankets on my 'borrowed' bunk. I remember doing this when I was little…

*FLASHBACK*

I was in my third foster home. They were a nice couple with a teenage daughter. She was 15 and we did everything together.

Her name was Amy. She was like the sister I'd never had. At the time I was 13 and it was getting close to living two years there. It was the first place I actually liked staying at. But good things don't last forever.

She was on her way to her volleyball championship game. A drunk driver in a truck hit her right on. Her dad was driving the car. He survived, she didn't.

He blamed himself and started drinking alcohol. He was drunk all the time. He would go to work, then go to a bar and come home wasted. His wife didn't know what to do. She was grieving for her daughter and dealing with her alcoholic husband at the same time.

When she couldn't' take it anymore she told him how she felt, but that was a big mistake. He then became abusive.

I couldn't just sit there and watch. I had hoped it would be a one night thing, but he continued. One day I got up and stood right in front of her before he was about to punch her.

His eyes were bloodshot and glazed, but underneath I saw deep hurt, anger, and confusion.

That night I went to bed with bruised ribs and a broken lip. I went out of my way to avoid him once he came home, but he always found me.

I'd try to run, but all my past injuries made it hard to move. To make things even worse he yelled things like "You're worthless" or "You'll never amount to anything."

The worst part is I believed him.

I went to school and never talked to my friends. I went home and hoped he wouldn't come home until I was in bed. Then he usually goes down to the basement and does who knows what.

I became a punching bag.

I was a ghost, not really living.

I moved, breathed, and all that but I wasn't living.

The mom got a full-time job, so she was never home.

While I just planned and wished quietly.

One day he came home wanting to beat the light out of me, but he found a note.

"Enjoy your life."

I was gone. Nobody found me for nearly two months.

Every foster home since then I didn't talk much. I didn't make any friends or get attached.

I was only breathing.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

(More flashbacks later!)

I cried into my pillow for a long time.

Why was life so hard?

What did I do wrong to deserve all this pain?

The negative thoughts I've been told all my life came back. And right now I wasn't strong enough to wear a mask or build another wall. I just cried.

The conch shell blew and I jumped up. Yup, you guessed it I bumped my head.

Gosh, why am I such an idiot?

I ran into the bathroom. Oh great, I got puffy red eyes and bed hair from being muffled underneath the blankets.

I straightened my hair quickly with my hand, and hid my eyes with my hair.

I ran to the pavilion and ate in silence.

Afterwards I walked up the hill and sat down next to a massive pine tree that was all by itself. Apparently there is a guard dragon.

I sat there pulling grass out of the ground when someone sat down next to me. It was Annabeth and the girl that knocked me out- Thalia.

I scowled at her, and she returned the gesture. Annabeth smiled and gave me three orange camp T-shirts with a schedule with my name on it.

"Here's your stuff," she said.

I merely nodded not feeling like talking to anybody

"They should fit you. If not I can get you a different size."

"I'm sure they'll fit," I replied quietly.

Annabeth gave me a small smile and left.

Sadly, Thalia stayed behind.

"You know the story about this pine tree?" She asked.

I shook my head and looked up. My ADHD didn't want to give me a break of my curiosity.

She smiled, "It started when…"

*THALIA'S STORY*

"There was a group of three people: two girls and a boy. They were all demi-gods. There was also a satyr with them.They were being chased by monsters and right when they reached this hill the monsters had caught up. The older girl told the others to get to safety and she'd buy them some time. While she was dying from her wounds her godly parent took pity on her. To save her, he turned her into this pine tree."

*END OF STORY*

"Wow I can't believe that girl was so brave," I said.

She smiled slightly and nodded.

"What was her name?" I asked.

"I can't remember at the moment. If I remember I'll tell you," she stated.

I nodded in reply.

"Well, I'll leave you now. Sorry for knocking you out, by the way."

I smiled, "Its ok. I can be pretty stubborn sometimes."

She smiled back and walked down the hill.

What an unlikely friend…

Some of her past in there, like I said. It was kind of sad though… Anyway you know how some people say they want at least a certain number of reviews before they update the next chapter. I don't want to do that, but I really want to know what you guys are thinking. FLAMES ACCEPTED and PLEASE REVIEW!