Athens: So my first full chapter that I have written in 2015! *Blows Party maker!*
John: Whoo ho, sure. Let me think back to last year…
*Flashback*
John eating bamboo and having bananas before making a movie.
John getting pictures taken of him while walking to a set
John getting abducted by Athens
John siting in a stuffy car for hours editing papers
John getting taken by Dandy, the gnome
John getting taken back by Athens hit squad
John sitting here thinking of this list
*end of flashback*
John: I would say it was an eventful year.
Athens: Sure you lost your job and all of your funds were frozen, but hey at least you HAVE a job.
John: Ya, What, my FUNDS ARE FROZEN?
Athens: Ya I froze them when I took you so you can't leave.
John: … *blinks*
Disclaimer:
Athens: I own ALL Percy Jackson characters
John: Really? Since when did you become Rick?
Athens: *sighs* never. I own nothing; I DO NOT own Percy Jackson or any of Ricks Characters. *smiles* But I can still kill them… *evil laugh*
John: You could never
Athens: Shush, they don't need to know that.
Chapter 8
As I waited for Chiron and the other to come get me, the rest of the cabin was getting ready for the day. Finally Annabeth walked into the cabin and announced that breakfast was in five minutes and that we need to hurry up. Then she walked over to her bunk and sat down, not even glancing at me. Maybe I can stay, but as soon as the thought came into my mind I quickly dismissed it. I got up from my bed and I looked into the trunk at the foot of my bunk, and looked inside. Inside were a few Camp-Half Blood t-shirts along with a few pairs of jeans. I moved my hand to the bottom of the trunk, and lifted the false bottom.
Below the false bottom was a pair of headphones and my iPod shuffle (You know the really small ones that are really old for some of you that you have no idea what they are. It's like an IPod without a screen and about 2GB of data. Now when your teacher asks what you are doing you can say you're learning history.) along with a picture of my mom and dad. I stuffed the picture in my pocket and got up, closing the trunk.
I filed out with the rest of the cabin and we slowly walked to breakfast. As we passed the fire, which was now slowly growing bigger, I threw my picture in the fire and stopped to watch it burn. Once it burned out I turned and ran to catch up with my other brothers and sisters.
As we walked into the dining area, I saw several of the head counselors talking with some older campers, probably about what they discussed in the meeting.
As I sat there eating my pancakes, Chiron clopped over to me and told me, "It's time to burn Ella." Ella the one person who would never get off my mind, her laughing as I did something stupid, even after she said it was stupid. Ella standing up for what for what she believed in, which was animal and world conservation.
I thought for a moment and then replied, "No, she would want to be buried, not burned." He looked mildly surprised, but after what he as probably seen in his life, nothing must faze him anymore.
A few hours later after a painful arts and crafts station, Chiron came to get me so we could bury Ella. We walked silently down to the lake, where Ella's body was laying peacefully. I don't know how people think dead people look like they are sleeping, they just looked dead.
Chiron offered to help bury her, but it was something that I wanted to do, yet something I never wanted to do. No one else came to the funeral. After about twenty minutes, the grave was dug. Chiron and I carefully laid Ella down in the hole.
I seemed easier to put the dirt over her than to dig the hole. At least physically, emotionally it was worse; maybe it was because I knew I would never see her again. I turned away from her grave and, holding back tears, found a rock to use as a headstone.
It took me a moment to figure out what to put on it, but then I remembered what she had told me once, and I knew what I should put on it. I pulled out my dagger and looked at the stone and carved into it,
Elizabeth (Ella) Darby Fletcher
Her famous words:
"Don't knock on death's door. Ring the bell and run. He hates that."
Chiron looked sadly at the headstone, and turned away and said, "You can skip your activities if you need." I placed the headstone down on her grave, and replied,
"No, I think I will continue." With that was both walked back to the pavilion where we parted ways.
Athens: Sorry this is a short chapter; I thought that it was a perfect chapter, not having too much information, not too little. You guys tell me if you want longer chapter or shorter ones. It's up to you.
John: Ya right, until…
Athens: Well I don't know when this story will end, so you have awhile, so have fun. Also R&R please.