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Suddenly, I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't realize how long I was just standing in the entrance and people were starting to stare at me. I wasn't hungry anymore and I felt my face starting to burn red. I didn't know what to do. Or where I was supposed to sit. Crap. People were staring. And starting to talk about them. It was then that I saw Forester sitting near my father and motioning for me to come to the table where they were sitting along with a few other satyrs and Chiron was standing on one end.

"Well, if she's not made it painfully obvious, we have a new camper. Chelsea Nichols. And if she'll kindly take her seat, then we can begin." There were a several laughs from the tables, especially a group of rather burly, big looking kids. By this time I knew my face was burning red even though I couldn't see it. What made it worse was that it was my dad that said those words. I wasn't sure what else to do besides hurry over to the table and sit down next to Forester. I just stared down at my lap and wasn't sure what to say to anyone or even where to look. I just wanted the floor to swallow up and eat me. I didn't look around, or even at my father. I couldn't tell who was looking at me. Not that I was anything to look at. Just a freak, I guess.

I was barely aware of the food appearing on the table. It wasn't until Forester nudged me in the shoulder gently that I finally looked up and noticed that people were dumping bits of food into a fire. "Sacrifices. To the gods." He muttered. I just nodded, still feeling a bit sick to my stomach. I followed him and without thinking pushed most of the food into the fire. I wasn't hungry anyway.

If I would have known how awkward dinner was going to be, I probably would have dumped it all into the fire and ran back to my cabin. I don't know if it was just me feeling that way, but it certainly felt like everyone was pretty tense at the table. Except my dad. He seemed perfectly calm and collected, at least when I finally dared to look at him. He looked the same as he did whenever he visited me at home. This certainly wasn't how I expected it to happen. Our eyes met and for the first time I realized that his eyes seemed purple and not the dark, dark almost black color I always thought they were.

"So. You're mother finally realized that it was time to stop listening to that idiot husband of hers?" he said as he took a sip of diet coke. I just nodded, my stomach still in my throat. "Your mother used to be her own person, you know. Don't know what happened to her."

I was starting to get angry. He shouldn't be saying those things about my mom. She was the good one, he was the one that just ditched us. Ditched us and that was what let Greg get into our lives. If he would have just stayed all along things…I don't know how things would have been.

"Greg's not that bad." As much as I didn't want to admit to it. Greg did a lot for me and my mom. Paid for all the different schools I had to attend because of all the things I did. And some times were good. Maybe he knew what was going on the entire time. When I looked up at my real dad though, I knew he wasn't happy to hear that.

"Don't expect any special treatment because…" He didn't finish his sentence, but I figured that it would end with 'you're my daughter'. I guess it kind of hurt that he couldn't even use the word daughter to describe me. I guess I wasn't that special. I mean, according to Wesley all the other kids could do things. I couldn't even make vines grow. I really couldn't eat anything and just started pushing the food around on my plate. "Because you're not going to get it."

Maybe I did expect some sort of special treatment. After all, he did abandon me and my mom. Never told me anything about who I was. What I was. Anything so I didn't have to find out what was going on when I was being chased down by a monster trying to kill me. And even if he didn't like my mom anymore he could have at least come around more for my sake. He was a god, right? Couldn't he just poof himself down to Arlington or something?

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I finally blurted out. Forester who had been munching on a few pieces of paper froze and looked at me, slowly.

"You found out eventually didn't you?" He replied without missing a beat. I stared at him for a moment and decided that that was probably the best answer I could expect from him.

"Why didn't you come around more?" All the questions I had were finally coming to the surface before I could even think about them.

"That isn't how these things work."

"Why didn't you just come take me if you were so worried about me being raised by Greg? I would've come with you."

That seemed to be the one question that got to him. His eyes seemed to flare like a bright purple flame for a moment, but subsided so fast that I wasn't sure that I actually saw it.

"No more questions." He said simply. I knew he was serious and everyone else at the table seemed to relax at least outwardly. The rest of the meal continued on in silence at least on my part. I just sort of sat there awkwardly until everyone else started to leave the dining area. I walked back to Cabin Twelve and was joined by Griph halfway there.

"Why you not happy?" he asked as he tilted his head and looked up at me. I shrugged.

"I don't know, Griph. It's just…I don't know. It's been a long day. I don't know how to feel about this place." I told him as I walked up the steps to the cabin and pushed open the door. I didn't even bother changing into anything and just flopped down on my bed. I did dig through one of my bags to find my stuffed leopard. I flopped backwards again and clutched the stuffed animal to my chest.

I don't know when I finally fell asleep, but I did. It must have been quite early though because I woke up pretty early. The sun was barely up it seemed. I tried to lay in bed for a little while, but that didn't really help. I needed to get up and move around.

"Griph, go away for a minute, huh, I need to change." I said as the little goblin like creature stumbled out of the bed and walked out of the cabin. I changed into my same old clothes. Shorts and a tee shirt with my sneakers.

The rest of the camp was still sleeping apparently, but I decided to take the time to look around. I didn't get much of a chance to yesterday having arrived so close to dinner time. It was a pretty big place, I thought. The cabins alone took up a lot of space. I wandered around until I saw the Amphitheater. I had seen something like that before. It looked like the one my mom showed me when we went to her old college, the University of Virginia. They had a real big one and a small one too. Some of the other buildings were normal. I guess most summer camps had an archery range or whatever it was called. The arena looked a little weird, but I guess if demigods were getting trained than it was kind of needed.

I found my way to the strawberry fields. I don't know how to explain what it felt like, but something about being there made me feel comfortable. Relaxed.

"You'll be responsible for making sure these get tended to now. Demeter's cabin has been taking care of them, but they're you're specialty." A voice said suddenly. If I had been old I would have died of a heart attacked. I turned on my heel immediately.

It was Chiron. I wasn't sure whether I should be happy or not to see him. He seemed a lot calmer than he was at dinner. That was super awkward, I knew.

"I'm not very good with anything. Wesley tried to get me to fix the vines on my cabin, but nothing happened. " I told him, "I might just kill them."

"Nonsense. You're a demigod. Just like all the other children here. You have your gifts. You'll learn to use them in time." Chiron said as he glanced up at the sky that was starting to get brighter. There was a long pause between that and what he said next. "I'll tell you what I tell every child that passes through this camp. Impress yourself. Make yourself pride of who you are. That is all that matters."

He didn't say it, but I knew that he was talking about impressing my dad. I figured it'd be hard to impress a god, but the way Chiron said it it sounded a lot better than just giving up.