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Chapter Seven.
Okay, this is not as bad as I expected.
I stand in front of a full length mirror, studying my persona.
I wear a light Grey tank-top, which is flowy not fitted, and black skinny jeans. Added to that is air jordans, and an orange and-whadda you call it? Whatever. Some vintage fabric. An orange and some vintage thingy knapsack hangs off of one of my shoulders, filled with pens and my notebooks. My dagger sheath is on my hip, and despite the numerous jangly things connected to my arms and ankles, it is really very pretty. Also my hair...
They dyed it blonde. Completely blonde, more blonde than what Apollo did to it. I must admit, it is rather pretty. They've done it in some sort of impossible braid and into a bun. They also did some spell to grow out my hair... I don't know what but when I woke up my hair went to my waist, thick and shiny, instead of down to my shoulders and completely split ends.
"Well this isn't to bad." I relent. Chris, one of the Aphrodite kids hands me a CHB hoodie. I tie it around my waist.
"Thanks guys!" I say.
I get a chorus of 'No problem!' and 'Come back soon!' as I leave. I missed breakfast, and make a beeline to sword fighting. Now I have Pegasus riding just before lunch. I don't know why I have to call it 'sword' fighting when all I use is a dagger. My instructor says I'm pretty good so far, I might be able to break the ranks and jump up to a more advanced year if I work at it. Thank you Scott. Yeah, Scott.
I decided against the whole calling my step dad 'step dad' thing. I'll just call him by his first name. That, is Scott.
They'll get back from their business trip in a few days. I plan to be able to go see them then. I only have two pairs of shoes, these new ones, and my boots. I have a pair of pajamas, two pairs of pants and four shirts. Shockingly, that's not much. I also had to borrow some toiletries from the Aphrodite kids. They're actually very nice. Dramatic, but nice.
If Apollo and Aphrodite had a baby and raised it at camp, that would be the perfect actor. Ewww mental thoughts of my dad.
Did not need that, thanks brain.
After sword-fighting, I'm sent off to Archery. They think because of how good my aim is with a knife, I'll be just as good with a dagger. There's a rumor I completely threw knives around David with such accuracy it shaved his hair shorter. Pft. Rumors backfire my little friend.
Archery is different from what I expected. For starters, it's a mix, not just beginners and advanced classes. We're put in pairs of two to observe each other, while Chiron will come to each of us in turn.
I'm sent to the very last target, which I find a girl, I'm guessing my partner, sitting on.
Her legs swing, and she has extremely good balance. She's gobbling up a chocolate bar in one hand, while with the other hand she draws in the air, and the words and doodles appear, staying there for a few seconds before re-arranging to something else. Her hair is violently red, falling past her shoulders in a rather chunky way. Not quite straight, not quite wavy. She looks familiar.
I walk over to her. "I saw you. In my dream." I say. She inspects me, stopping her movements and putting her candy bar in her pocket.
"Yeah. You know it's annoying. You were shielded, the Hypnos cabin couldn't enter your dreams to talk to you, they sent me in. I'm Celia, by the way." She extends the hand she was drawing in the air with.
"Natalie." I say, shaking it. "What do you mean, they sent you?" I ask.
"Daughter of Hecate, at your service." Celia says with a slight bow.
"Oh. Cool. Well, did you want to start?" I ask, awkwardly taking my bow off of my back.
Celia laughs. "Your holding it upside down. I won't tell." She winks.
"Aren't us Apollo kids supposed to have innate archery skills or something?" I ask.
"Well I'm supposed to be an evil bitch, so yeah stereotypes." Celia says with a wave of her hand. I line up a shot behind the line, and let it fly.
Are you expecting it to land, dead on target? Nope! It shot directly through a leaf in a tree. The nymph who lived there shot a glare at me.
Celia laughs again. Oh, joy. This'll be fun.
"So I heard you got stuck with a Hecate kid for archery." Alison winces as I slide into the seat next to her. I would've sat at the Hermes table, but they're full. All of the Roman kids left late last night, and the girl population came back to camp. Now there's-if I overheard the Athena kids debating this at their table, girls one and a half to each guy.
"Yeah, I was. Not really stuck though. She was pretty cool." I say.
"Really? Who'd you get?" Belle, the girl across from me asks as she bites into her pizza.
"Celia." I say. Alison makes an eh-eh movement.
"Is she like Alicia scale or Chrissy scale?" Alison asks.
"Mmmm A Jeff." I say.
"Nice." Alison says.
"What?" Belle asks, confused.
"Cousin comparing." I explain.
"Well is Jeff a good or a bad?" She asks.
"Well, a good, but not like, the best. I mean I only just met her. She was pretty beast though."
"Are you friends?" Chris asks.
"Yeah, I guess. Again, we spent two hours together."
"Glad to know." Celia says from behind me, making me jump like a little girl. I'm not afraid to say that, because the people nearest me did as well.
"How'd you do that?" I ask.
"Practice. Now scooch. I got news." Chris moves down to make room for her and she sits next to me, her brown eyes sparkling.
"So?" Alison asks.
"Well first off, Chiron doesn't think you're any sort world-class archer right now." I snort at this, like I ever would be. I still prefer knives.
"Secondly, Connor is currently recounting a tale about how he pushed you against a wall and you started making out with him. Might wanna take care of that." I roll my eyes at this.
"Third. In three days, you have alienated three teachers. Good job. You were kicked up to my swordsman class, and I'm now your partner."
"Let me deal with those. One, like I ever could, secondly CONNER! Shut up! Thirdly, I count two, who's the third?" I ask.
The Hermes table, which had been giggling was now laughing as Conner stares at the back of my head open mouthed.
"Not telling." Celia taps the side of her nose. "I don't know actually, I heard Chiron talking about it. I'm a professional eavesdropper." Celia says with a wink.
"Thanks." I say, she puts out her hand and I give her a high-five. "Now, I must go speak to a certain son of Hermes." I say, getting up, and as I walk out, grabbing the side of Connors shirt and tugging. He gets up and follows-well I'm half dragging him out.
"Coulda just asked." He grumbles, inspecting his shirt for tears.
"Yes, and you could've asked before telling some tall tale." I say, arms crossed.
"Hey, listen. I had to tell them something slightly more believable than the lies Travis had spewing out of his mouth." Connor says.
"Well just tell them the truth."
"I did!"
I frown. "Travis was telling everybody that we were making out against a wall or something. I just told them we were kissing at a bonfire."
"Okay. That's acceptable. I got you and Travis confused. Now, speaking of which, where is your dear brother?" I ask with a smile.
"Back at the table. Shall we?" He asks. I roll my eyes, and we go back to the mess hall.
"Sorry. Wrong Stoll. Let's go Travis. You have some explaining to do." I drag him off, and he's half laughing.
"Now. Say whatever about your brother, he can deal with you. I don't want you spreading lies about me. Do it again and you get blackballed from the Aphrodite cabin." I threaten.
"You can't do that." Travis says.
"My sister is one of the oldest there, and I spent the night in there. They all know me. Now, be a good boy." I pat his cheek, then push him lightly.
"Heard loud and clear. Sorry bout that Nat." Travis says.
"You're forgiven-for now." I say.
"By the way, nice haircut." Travis says.
"Well my hair magically grew over night, so I don't know if 'haircut' is the correct word." I say as we walk back to mess.
"Haircut, shmaircut. Same thing." Travis says, and I laugh.
"Now, you know the rules. See ya later Stoll."
"Same here Nat." And I walk back to the Aphrodite table. Celia still sits there, talking to Alison.
"Well that was dramatic." She remarks.
"To say the least." I remark.
"God I'm so wiped. How are you still going Natalie?" Josie complains from down the table a bit. Most of the Aphrodite cabin didn't sleep last night. I had two, blissful hours last night. I laugh. I've gotten two in the last 60.
"Coffee. And training." I say.
"This is your first week though!" She says.
"Well, I still studied before I was a demigod. I've pulled a couple late-nighters, and no sleepers."
Alison frowns next to me, and I look at her. "What?" I ask.
She seems to be thinking. "We'll talk later."
I try and think. Late nighters, no sleepers. I mean she could've heard I was having trouble sleeping-gossip travels in our family, but still.
Yaaaaaay! Celia! If you want to see Celia/Natalie's outfit, check out my polyvore, link is on my profile. Directly underneath it is a link to all four of my characters faces. Ahhhh Polyvore. What would I do without it?
Okay, Spiesareawesome (Geese I can recall that from memory now.) Your OCs will appear in chapter nine, which I have YET to finish because I have the block of ice known as writers block.
Thanks for all the reviews, favorites, and follows! I know there's not a bunch of people who like ConnerxOc (Let alone just conner pairings.) compared to Percabeth stories, but you guys are still really awesome!
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