K GUYS, THIS MIGHT NOT BE MY BEST, BUT I'M HOME ALONE...ITS LATE...AND IM WORRIED ABOUT DANGER TO THE POINT I HAVE A STICK NEXT TO ME...CALL ME PARANOID...
CHAPTER 7
STORM POV
Hello, weird person who somehow knows what I'm thinking. I'm Storm, not Charlotte, and most definitely not Charlie, as that stupid boy with a now broken arm knows.
I'm 14 and have wavy dark brown hair that reaches my back and clear, crystal sapphire eyes with white specks in them that I have been told resemble a blizzard. I have pale skin, but I'm not sick, nope, I'm strong as an ox. I have a white t-shirt on and skinny jeans along with my usual white converse. I also have a scar on my cheek, but I won't tell you why, you'll find out as soon as I get home.
One of my few friends, Melanie, was driving me home from her house, where we were hanging out. It was late, later than I had told my dad, but I don't think he will go berserk, maybe he'll get mad and hit me, but nothing worse.
I knocked on the locked door with Melanie and my dad opened it.
"You're late." He growled
"I'm sorry dad, how about we go inside now."I said in an icy calm voice. My dads eyes hardened and what happened was a blur, and the next thing I knew, Melanie was on the ground, clutching her arm where she had a giant gash and I saw my dad had his whip. I flushed in anger and I felt my hair rise off my neck, but I wasn't paying attention. I was focused on the blizzard and sudden -50 degree weather along with a sudden absence of any of my energy.
I think I'm the one doing it, but I think I'd know if I could create blizzards..but thats not my concern now. I have to get Melanie out of the cold before her condition got worse. I heaved my shivering friend over my shoulder and started carrying her where my instincts lead me. I got me and Melanie out in a matter of minutes and immediately took her to my one spot of peace in the forest a mile away from our house.
I walked through the barely visible path followed by Melanie, who was still clutching her arm and stumbling after me. Eventually we reached my pine, as I call 's needles and branches curtained down just right so that if I crawled under it was pretty much a cozy pine smelling home with a trunk in the middle. I lead Melanie in surveyed the area.
I looked over the single blanket laid down with a pillow, my eyes lingered on the first aid kit, which I was going to need, and I surveyed the few books I had, which were rarely used, considering I'm dyslexic. I had Melanie lay down on the blanket and got out my first aid kit. I pulled out some gauze, aspirin, all medicines needed to clean out the cut and some plastic wrap to keep it dry-I could never be too careful.
I cleansed the wound, gave Melanie aspirin, and wrapped the wound, all of which Melanie watched with a numbed expression.
"You've done this before." She stated dully. I lapsed into an awkward silence.
"Done." I announced when I was-no, duh- done. Melanie smiled weakly
"Let's get you home." I said, getting up. Melanie got up too, gasping a little from the pain of her arm. We traveled back to my house, where Melanie's car was still parked. This time, I drove so Melanie wouldn't have to use her arm. We sat in silence until we reached Melanie's house, where I got the car in the driveway and left to walk home, even though it was dark.
When I got home, I inspected what happened more closely. There was about a foot of snow and then I saw a sight that prickled my skin and made my neck hairs stand on edge. My dad was lying on the ground, his skin paler than mine and his lips blue-hypothermia. I got closer and checked for a . Terror coursed through my veins. I made a split second decision.
I rushed into our house and filled a backpack with a blanket food and some clothes. I had no idea what to do so I went off a limb and prayed mom, I have no idea who or where you are, but if you hear me, please help, I'm just so confused! I practically prayed to my mom desperately. You know what to do a voice in my head said, and I glimpsed a woman with brown eyes and black hair that seemed to have cold leak off her.
I started moving, letting my feet lead the way, not paying attention to where I was going.
A FEW DAYS LATER
I was running low on provisions, and I still had no real clue where I was going, just following my feet. I am currently in some random forest in Iowa wandering around. I reached an area where there seemed to be an unnatural amount of forest life. I stumbled and ended up in front of a giant clearing with people bustling around it. There were plants rimming it,making it almost invisible.
I looked around and saw some people fighting with swords and other weapons, while others ate, some played sports, some seemed to converse with animals and a few were farming.
I was about to look at more things when I saw a centaur that seemed to have popped out of my textbooks.
"Hello, child." He said
"You're Pholus." I said bluntly. He smiled
"That is me."
"So..uh..I have no idea whats going on." I said awkwardly
"I should have you know the greek gods?" Pholus responded
"Yeah, we learned about them in history." I answered. Then it clicked. Centaurs, greek god related questions...
"The greek gods are real." I stated, a hint of shock in my voice. Pholus nodded and added
"And this is a camp for their children-at least the minor gods children."
"We will have to wait for your parent to claim you-meaning they will have to say you are their child." Pholus explained. Then a little flurry of snow came out of nowhere and in front of us was the lady from my mind, with the brown eyes, black hair, cold demeanor and she was wearing a silky white dress that held my attention and reminded me of snow somehow.
"Lady Khione."Pholus said with a bow
"She's my daughter."The woman said in a proud voice
"That explains the blizzard." I said. My mom nodded, then was gone with another flurry of snowflakes. Pholus lead me to a cabin made of white marble(if there is any other kind) with ice around it and yellow grass around it. The air was chilly, but to me, it was perfect-I don't think thats right. I walked in followed by Pholus, who actually seemed affected by the were white pine beds, filling the cabin with the smell of pines with fluffy white comforters that looked like snow and puffy white pillows.
I set my stuff on the bottom bunk of one bed before Pholus, who was waiting nervously outside where I met a girl with a warm aura
"Hello, I'm Gracie!" She said cheerily, but shyly.
And so began one of my best friendships and my tour of camp minor heroes...
